“You have practiced for two and a half hours, and you haven’t moved.” Meng Chaoran looked carefully at his second disciple, and thought, “You seem to be more than just practicing swords?” “Master Mingjian.” Chu Yang smiled Laughing, he has always respected this master, no matter in his past or present life. Meng Chaoran has always been indifferent, but no one dares to deceive him; he seems to be born in the world, and he doesn’t care about anything, but there is nothing in the world that he can hide from him; he has his own steelyard in his heart! Weigh the world! Such a person, no matter where he is, is an unworldly talent! But he also has something in his heart that he wants to protect, and that is his sect! Tianwailou! That’s why he will fight to the death when the Tianwailou is in crisis! But in the bloody storm, he saved his own disciple. Or Master Man City has other regrets, but Chu Yang doesn’t know. I only know that Master often stands alone in the wind late at night, seems to be nostalgic, sighs, and also seems to miss something about Nairabet… “You are training your mind, mind, and sword speed , still controlling the volume of the sword coming out of the sheath!” Meng Chaoran put his hands behind his back and said lightly: “Who taught you these?” You have to work hard to get the effect.” Chu Yang said: “Betting, I used to practice swords just for the sake of swordsmanship, and I fell too far behind…” “Well, not bad.” Meng Chaoran nodded lightly, and then poker backed up Yi Yang. Chu Yang only felt that there was a Betking in Msports’ hands, and he saw that there was already an extra water bottle. “After you practiced the sword, you collected the sword heart and sword intent, dissipated the sword energy in your heart, and then said a few words to me. Today’s realm has been stabilized, and you can drink water