A moment of brilliance!

The sword light flashes with a dazzling cold light, like waves rising from a waveless ancient well.

Xu Haochang, who was sitting upright, stood up, took a step forward, raised his hand and pointed at Yang Shao's sword edge.

"when--"

The long sword shook, flew three feet, and landed on the floor.

Xu Haosheng's eyes were fixed on Yang Shao, and his aura was extremely solemn: "Why do you have to make your blue waves like this?"

Why?

Holding his trembling right hand, Yang Shao whispered: "Disciple, think about it, even if there are no waves in the cold pool, there will eventually be waves."

"This sword is when the blue waves rise."

"Haha, you can understand the second artistic conception of Bibo in three months. Yang Shao, your understanding is not a test." Looking at Yang Shao in front of him, Xu Haosheng seemed to be looking at a piece of beautiful jade that has not yet been polished.

Clenching his fist slightly, Yang Shao raised his head and looked at Xu Haosheng: "Master, I think Bibo has a third level of artistic conception, but I haven't realized it yet."

Xu Haosheng's outstretched arms were frozen there.
Chapter completed!