Chapter 242

At this moment, Wang Yuyan was also filled with disbelief as she watched.

She paused slightly and continued:

"This... how is this possible?"

"You must know that although the Sword Saint was not very old back then, he was already a world-famous peerless swordsman in the Wu Lin!"

"To have a nineteen-year-old boy duel him is simply too bullying!"

Wang Yuyan was no stranger to the Sword Saint, Dugu Jian.

She had long heard that there was a Sword Saint Dugu in the Great Han Dynasty.

This person was exceptionally gifted and had mastered the Holy Spirit Sword Art at a young age, making him a top-tier swordsman in the Jianghu.

He was ranked alongside Li Chungang, Wang Xianzhi, Luo Qingyang, Xie Xuan, Li Hanyi, and Yan Zhentian as one of the seven strongest swordsmen of the current era!

It could be said that although Dugu Jian's swordsmanship level was not the highest among them,

dealing with a nineteen-year-old boy would be effortless, wouldn't it?

Thinking of this, Wang Yuyan could not help but worry:

"Mu Long and his wife are truly heartless!"

"This boy has suffered so much after joining the Mu family..."

The experiences of the boy Wuming reminded Wang Yuyan of recent times.

She knew the feeling of being unwanted better than anyone.

Back then, for the sake of her cousin and the Murong clan, she had given everything.

Even if she didn't like it in her heart, she still read through all the martial arts classics in the Mantuo Villa and the Huan Shi Water Pavilion.

She thought that by doing so much, she could gain Murong Fu's favor.

But what Wang Yuyan didn't expect was that Murong Fu had treated her like a maid from beginning to end.

Her status was basically the same as A'Zhu and A'Bi.

She was not a member of the Murong clan at all.

She only had value when Murong Fu needed guidance from the sidelines.

"Sigh..."

"Regardless, I really hope Mr. Su can help him!"

"With the boy's talent, his future achievements will surely be extraordinary!"

At the same time.

In the crowd,

A swordsman in white smiled lightly as he saw this.

Looking at Wuming before him, Bai Yu Jing seemed to see himself.

However, back then, he was just an unknown little swordsman, not the current Great Dragon Head of the Qinglong Society.

At that time, hadn't he also suffered injustice and mockery?

But for him, who was destined to become a peerless swordsman, these were not even minor setbacks.

Thinking of this, Bai Yu Jing smiled softly:

"This boy... is quite interesting..."

"Sometimes I even suspect that Mu Long and his wife made a mistake!"

"If anyone was meant to receive the homage of ten thousand swords, it should have been this boy."

As one of the rare Land Immortals in the Great Ming Dynasty,

Bai Yu Jing's swordsmanship had long since transcended the mortal world.

The so-called Twelve Towers and Five Cities, the Bai Yu Jing in the sky, where immortals stroke my head, and I receive eternal life.

After experiencing various hardships, the current Bai Yu Jing had easily let go of everything and lived a carefree life.

His keen observation of the sword Dao remained!

Just a moment ago, when Wuming appeared,

Bai Yu Jing discovered that a special aura seemed to be surging within the boy Wuming.

It was precisely because of this that Bai Yu Jing had spoken those ambiguous words.

On the other side.

The old man Qi Tianchen swept his horsetail whisk and said:

"I don't understand the affairs of the Jianghu."

"But if this boy is to duel Dugu Jian, I'm afraid he has no chance of winning."

"Dugu Jian's actions are indeed a bit bullying."

At this moment, Wuming's face turned deathly pale upon hearing this.

He knew exactly who the Sword Saint was.

In the current Great Han Dynasty, when it came to the pinnacle of sword Dao, no one was unaware of the Sword Saint's prestige.

The Holy Spirit Sword Art, deduced from Sword One to Sword Twenty-Two, could be called a masterpiece of all time.

For so many years, the Sword Saint had relied on this Holy Spirit Sword Art he had mastered to remain invincible under the heavens.

In fact, not just the Great Han Dynasty, but even the Liyang, Beili, and Great Sui Dynasties were all aware of the Sword Saint's prestige.

And in the latest Martial Arts Ranking, Dugu Jian was listed as one of the top ten swordsmen in the world!

Facing such an opponent, Wuming was merely an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy.

Even with all the courage in the world, he would not dare to easily duel the Sword Saint.

Thinking of this,

The boy Wuming said painfully:

"Mr. Su..."

"What should I do?"

"I am willing to solve problems for my elder brother, but this..."

"If I must duel the Sword Saint, it's not impossible!"

"It's just that with the Sword Saint's strength, he will surely discover the truth, and if he comes knocking, it will be troublesome!"

Although he had no affection for the Mu residence, Wuming still cared about his elder brother.

After all, from childhood to adulthood, only his elder brother had been good to him!

"Mr. Su..."

"What should I do now?"

Seeing the nervous look on Wuming's face,

Su Hang smiled again and said:

"Do not be afraid!"

"Go ahead and fight the Sword Saint; you will win this battle!"

Hearing this, everyone was stunned.

Win?

Are you kidding?

Who doesn't know that Wuming is just a substitute for Mu Yingxiong, secretly trained from childhood just to become cannon fodder for his elder brother one day?

Moreover, there is less than a year left until the final duel with the Sword Saint; even if Wuming trains his sword arts desperately, he could never be the Sword Saint's match!

In the eyes of the crowd, being able to see through Mu Long and his wife's plan early and running away would be considered a good outcome.

Wuming could not help but smile bitterly upon hearing this:

"To tell you the truth, although I took the Hero Sword from the Sword Mountain, it was merely an accident."

"If we are talking about sword arts, it is absolutely impossible to compare with Senior Dugu."

"You must know, he is the Sword Saint admired by everyone!"

"How can I win a duel against him?"

After hearing Wuming's words,

Su Hang did not change his smiling face,

But simply picked up the brush in front of him and wrote two large characters on the white paper with a flourish.