"No, Sword Madman told you to watch and learn, but you actually mastered it?!"
The Qingpao Changsheng appeared just as astonished.
Yet Murong Longtu burst into loud laughter, "When Murong Longtu was young, he could also master three hundred swordsmanship techniques in one day. With such talent, he is truly my son."
Old Si Ming suddenly came to his senses.
He stretched out his hand, grabbed his Mystic Turtle Dharma Form, and using all his strength, he hurled it forcefully—
"Old Turtle, off you go!"
The Mystic Turtle Dharma Form seemed to curse loudly.
Its owner threw it spinning into the air, where it collided with the Changsheng's arm flung up high. The severed arm of the Changsheng fell, its break sharp and still carrying the indelible aura of Sword Madman.
Old Si Ming grabbed the bamboo flute and tossed it into Li Guanyi's arms, saying:
