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The entire Flowing Cloud Grass Sword was a sword technique that had a total of nine moves, which were extremely smooth and classic.

The first six moves or forms were all the most basic sword theories, including sword strikes, horizontal slashes, and blocking. These were the most common sword forms.

It was only at the beginning of the seventh move that the entire Flowing Cloud Grass Sword form could be considered to have gone from simple to complex. The seven sword forms were combined into one, releasing an endless great power.

The first six forms were simple. They were formed by the six forms of Star Bind, Moon Link, Water Travel, Clear Return, Long Mountain, and Flat Pavilion.

The last three moves were complex, consisting of Folding Grass and Leaves, Cutting the Four Seasons, and Flying Birds to Stop.

Jian Wushuang took great pains to break down and analyze each sword move again and again, trying to crush each sword move and send it to their minds.

All of the sword cultivators went from their initial doubts to deep contemplation, and then their eyes lit up. They wished they could empty their minds, and only instill this Flowing Cloud Grass Sword technique in their minds.

Even Chen Qing, Chun Qiu, and the others who were sitting in the void were digesting this knowledge.

“It’s over, it’s over. Not only is Brother Jian’s actual combat heaven-defying, but even his theory has reached an unimaginable level,” Cheng Qing held his forehead and sighed. “This group of brats has really made a big profit. What Brother Jian said will probably change them completely.”

This Flowing Cloud Grass Sword technique had a total of nine forms, and could be said to be a complete sword form from the beginning to the end.

This completely changed the dazed state that sword cultivators were in before they obtained a certain Sword Dao inheritance. This allowed every sword cultivator to not be confused in the early stages.

It was foreseeable that this Flowing Cloud Grass Sword technique would have a very far-reaching impact.

Di Qing, who had been looking at Jian Wushuang without saying anything, took a deep breath and made a conclusion.

“In less than a year, all sword cultivators, including but not limited to the Great Si Region, will know Wushuang’s name.”

Such shocking words came from Di Qing, who was a Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal, shocked Chen Qing, Chun Qiu, and all the other Yan Immortals.

However, none of them retorted, as if they all thought that this sentence was extremely correct.

“As long as this Flowing Cloud Grass Sword technique is launched, Brother Jian will definitely be supported by all sword cultivators,” Cheng Qing murmured. “Thinking of this, he is too terrifying…”

Chun Qiu, Cui Jing, and the others did not speak. Instead, they subconsciously clenched their fists, their eyes burning.

“Brother Jian is truly a Heaven’s Favorite,” Wei Liujia muttered, his eyes similarly burning.

When Jian Wushuang performed the last move, the Flying Birds to Stop, a total of nine Flowing Cloud Grass Sword moves were all demonstrated.

The training hall was deathly silent. Every sword cultivator had a different expression. They were doing their best to remember the complete sword manual.

At this moment, they clearly knew that this was a new starting point. It was a great fortune!

If they did not grasp this opportunity, it would forever be an unimaginable loss.

Slowly exhaling, Jian Wushuang felt that even the battle with Chang Duoling had not been as tiring as today.

It seemed that teaching was really tiring. He should do less in the future.

Then, the 3,000 sword cultivators all knelt down on one knee and bowed to Jian Wushuang.

Jian Wushuang did not like such formalities, but he did not stop them. After they all saluted, he said, “You have to practice the nine sword moves diligently. As for how far you can reach, it depends on you.”

“Yes!” The voices of the 3,000 sword cultivators shot into the sky, their auras majestic.

At this point, Jian Wushuang’s teaching of Dao had completely ended. He left behind nine moves of the Flowing Cloud Grass Sword technique.

And in the midst of this excited crowd, there was one guy who was not in his right state the entire time. He did not know whether to leave or not. He stood there like a tree, quite embarrassed.

Jian Wushuang finally looked at him and asked, “Hey, bald man, how did you know that I killed Chang Duoling?”

The bald man sized him up again and said, “You don’t know? The entire Great Si Region is going crazy right now, saying that a Yan immortal from the Six Heavens Realm killed Chang Duoling by himself. I don’t believe it, so I came here to fight with that guy and see if he’s real.”

“Aren’t you afraid that the guy who killed Chang Duoling will kill you as well if he’s in a bad mood?” Jian Wushuang asked.

“I’m not afraid. I have my own immortal techniques. Even if I have to face Chang Duoling, I’m confident that I can still run away if I can’t beat him,” the bald man patted his chest confidently and said. “Tell me the truth. Did you really kill Chang Duoling?”

“Of course.”

“That’s good. I’ll have a match with you now.” The bald man’s eyes were filled with excitement.

Jian Wushuang did not refuse. Instead, he turned to the three thousand Yan Immortals in the Dao Field and said, “Now, I will show you the real Flowing Cloud Grass Sword moves with this leaf.”

“Enough with the nonsense. Let me see if the Yan immortal who killed Chang Duoling exists or not.”

The bald man laughed, and then thousands of dark yellow Yan power forces surged out from under his feet like True Dragons, rising up into the sky!

The peak of the Yan Immortal realm was revealed. At the same time, the bald man’s body suddenly expanded several times, like a real divine mountain.

Even Cheng Qing, who was over 10 feet tall, appeared handsome in front of this bald man.

Jian Wushuang was interested in the giant.

He held a blade of grass in his right hand and floated forward.

“Die!” The bald man shouted and slammed his fists on the ground of the training hall. At once, more than ten dark yellow True Dragons condensed by Yan power flew up and rushed toward Jian Wushuang.

At this moment, even the sky was covered by the dark yellow energy.

All the sword cultivators and top cultivators looked at this scene nervously.

“A clown.” After Di Qing came to such a conclusion, he was already disinterested, so he simply closed his eyes and rested.

Cheng Qing also pouted, “I thought that this troublemaker was also a Grand Yan Immortal. I never thought that he was only a Yan immortal. He’s really asking for a beating. He’s asking for it.”

Chun Qiu, Cui Jing, and the rest had similar expressions. They looked at the bald man who was working hard in the training hall as if he was an idiot.

Jian Wushuang held the grass in his right hand, and his long black hair fluttered behind him along with the hem of his clothes.

Facing the dark yellow Yan power True Dragon that was charging at him, Jian Wushuang’s palm that was holding the grass only made a downward slashing motion.

“Break!”

Like water splitting apart, the ten over True Dragons that were carrying Yan power with them were cut off from the middle without any warning!