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"Hehe, with just that kid Su Tianyi, no way he could have taught such an amazing disciple. Ye Xuan, my young friend, is the disciple of that one!"
As he said this, the old Jiang Family Head squinted suddenly, his expression turned serious, and he said solemnly.
"That one? Which one..."
Old Ji looked puzzled, but soon, his face became rather stiff, as if recalling something terrifying, his expression very unpleasant.
"Hmm, know it in your heart, but don't say it. Just watch! Ye Xuan, my young friend, is someone who can create miracles. The Scholarly Sword may not gain any advantage."
The old Jiang Family Head chuckled, raised his head, and his profoundly mysterious eyes fixed firmly on the stage.
At this moment, on the stage, the Scholarly Sword attacked again, clashing with Ye Xuan.
"Stab, stab, stab!"
The swordsmanship of the Scholarly Sword was exquisite, with lightning speed, numerous sword shadows like a torrential downpour, grandly stabbing at Ye Xuan.
