She pondered for a moment and then said: "You have learned the Canghai Shanzhen Sect Sword Technique, and your sword technique is already exquisite. I still have a set of sword techniques here, so I might as well teach them to you. Although they are not as good as the Canghai Nine Swords, they are still worth practicing."

"This..." Li Muchan hesitated.

Wang Xiu'e said: "The nine sects of Canghai are extremely magical. Even if you practice them, the results will be limited... The old guy keeps praising you for your amazing understanding. Practice my Yellow Dragon Flying Sword and see how good your understanding is!"

Li Muchan hesitated. How could he teach his unique skills lightly? Even though he was responsible for the important task of fighting, it was still not appropriate to teach his own swordsmanship.

He even thought that this senior might have had murderous intentions. After the competition, Yumo killed the donkey to prevent the Wang family's martial arts knowledge from being leaked.

Wang Xiu'e smiled and said: "Don't worry, this Yellow Dragon Flying Sword is the old woman's self-realization. It is not a unique skill of the Wang family. It is only one move. It doesn't matter if I pass it on to you...Besides, the old woman still hopes that you will succeed, defeat the Holy Snow Peak, and regain the ninth level."

Where’s the Marrow Cleansing Sutra!”

"Yes!" Li Muchan joined the tithe and refused no longer.

Wang Xiu'e snorted: "The old guy is so cunning. I asked you to bring me a wooden sword just because you want me to teach you the Yellow Dragon Flying Sword, and you are still playing this trick on me!"

Li Muchan was even more reassured and said with a smile: "This disciple is flattered."

Wang Xiu'e said calmly: "This sword is not so easy to practice, it depends on your understanding!"

Then, she stretched out her hand and waved.

Li Muchan knew the opportunity, flicked his sleeve, and a black light shot out and fell on her hand.

Wang Xiu'e held a small ebony sword in her right hand and slowly placed it between her eyebrows. She closed her eyes and remained motionless. After a while, she suddenly flicked the sword.

"Bang!" Like a thunderclap on the ground, the small ebony sword had sunk into the door frame of the hall, with the handle completely gone, and the tip of the sword exposed outside.

Li Muchan was startled, his hairs stood up, and his whole body suddenly became tense.

He thought to himself that if the sword was shot at him, he would not be able to avoid it. He did not see the shadow of the small sword at all. One moment it was in Wang Xiu'e's hand, and the next moment it was in the door frame.

Looking at the current appearance, you can see how heavy the sword is. Moreover, the material of the sword is also very good. It can be inserted into the door frame like an iron sword without being damaged.

Look at the door frame, it's made of unusual material, hard and strong.

Wang Xiu'e opened her eyes, smiled and asked, "Zhanran, how do you like this sword?"

Li Muchan sighed: "Amazing!... No one can take advantage of it."

"This is the sword I have created in my life." Wang Xiu'e sighed and shook her head: "It's a pity that those unworthy descendants cannot learn it... their skills are too poor, and it will be useless if they learn it!"

She looked at Li Muchan with eager eyes and said, "You are different. You have profound skills. If you can master it, you can truly unleash the power of this sword!"

Li Muchan smiled and said: "I hope this disciple will not disappoint his seniors."

Wang Xiu'e hummed: "If you can't learn this sword, don't even think about defeating Saint Xuefeng!"
Chapter completed!