"My son-in-law is at such a high level that I cannot even begin to catch up with him. I admire him."
"Uncle Liu, you're too serious. All the martial arts in this world start from simple to complex, and then from complex to simple. In the end, they are just two moves: attack and defense. If I want to continue to improve, I will eventually have to throw away the sword in my heart and pick up the sword I lost before." Ethan Ye said to Liu Zhennan. In fact, he wanted to say this to Grace Shen.
But looking at Grace Shen's confused look, he probably didn't understand, so he could only take his time.
When Shen Yu, Madam Xie and Liu Zhennan arrived, Grace Shen asked Ethan Ye again: "My husband, the sword that the Sword Saint gave me, now I can only combine five swords into one. My husband, your talent and realm are far beyond mine. I wonder how many virtual swords you can launch at the same time."
"Well, let me try." Ethan Ye said lightly. The sword that Xing Ziru gave to Grace Shen relied on intention, not strength, so it was not too difficult.
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