School belle, be more reserved, I can’t pretend anymore.

Wuming felt the aura emanating from Zhang Weijian and frowned.

This guy has obviously just broken through to the Nascent Soul realm, and is still at an early stage, but the momentum he is erupting now is so terrifying that even he can't resist it.

Although he is a strong Nascent Soul Realm expert who came up through the use of medicine, he still has hundreds of years of experience, and his basic skills are naturally not weak.

What's more, with the help of Qin Changshou, he opened up the meridians throughout his body, repaired all the hidden injuries, and reached the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

Therefore, Wuming didn't think that he would lose to the opponent in terms of momentum.

At this time, Zhang Weijian reached out and touched his bald head, and said with a smile: "I have been practicing swordsmanship for three hundred years, and I have been dependent on the sword my whole life, traveling around the world with one sword!"

"I forgot to mention, I am practicing Lonely Sword Intent. The fewer enemies there are within a certain range, the stronger my Sword Intent will be!"

"So, even if your realm is higher than mine, you still have no chance of winning. Now I have the strength to challenge beyond the next level!"

After saying that, Zhang Weijian held the long sword in front of his face and stuck out his tongue to take a lick.

Wuming frowned and couldn't help but ask: "Isn't your sword poisonous?"

"Haha, how could it be poisonous? I just couldn't hold back the ancient power in my body, so I just acted out of habit."

Zhang Weijian said with a grim expression. He was a little excited just now, but before he knew it, he entered a lonely and invincible state of clarity, and he couldn't control his behavior.

"Well, I thought you would be like those funny videos, where the blade of the sword is filled with poison that seals the throat with blood, and then you lick it and die!"

Wuming spread his hands, with a look of embarrassment on his face. This battle was probably inevitable.

"What, aren't you ready to draw your sword?"

"Wait a minute, but don't blame me for not practicing martial ethics and bullying a defenseless old man like you!"

"Jie Jie Jie!"

Zhang Weijian lowered his head and smiled, his voice became hoarse, and his expression became even crazier, like a single dog who had been hungry for hundreds of years, and his mental state had serious problems.

"Oh, you seem to have forgotten what I said!"

When Wuming saw Zhang Weijian like this, he shook his head slightly.

Then, the sword master Wuming pointed his finger, and the long sword in Zhang Weijian's hand began to tremble violently, threatening to break away from its master's hand at any moment.

"How can it be!"

"This sword has been with me for hundreds of years and was made by me myself. How can you possibly control it!"

Zhang Weijian held the sword tightly with both hands, a look of shock appeared on his face.

"I said, your sword is my sword!"

"Similarly, when there are fewer enemies, my combat effectiveness will be stronger, because my sword intention is very casual. When I attack the enemy, it is completely random. Even I can't control it myself!"

After saying that, Wuming waved his big hand, and a terrifying sword intent came out wantonly.

The next second, the sword in Zhang Weijian's hand was already in Wuming's hand.

Wuming used Zhang Weijian's sword, which left Zhang Weijian without a sword and his combat power plummeted.

However, Wuming glanced at the long sword in his hand, especially the hilt that was already coated with pulp, and couldn't help but feel sick in his heart.

"This sword is very dirty. It contains at least the breath of trillions of life seeds!"

"What do you usually do to this sword?"

Wuming asked with a look of disgust, and threw the long sword away.

At this time, Zhang Weijian blushed, stretched out his hand to call back the precious sword, and touched the sword body with love...