Yelü Nanxian suddenly burst into laughter. "All right, all right. Brother Song, I knew it was you, so that's why I... acted like that."
Song Qingshu froze, then said with a stern face, "Does the way I look now resemble your Brother Song at all?"
Yelü Nanxian giggled. "I know you know Disguise Art. Besides, in this world, who else but you could wield the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms to that level?" She had seen Song Qingshu use the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms against Ouyang Feng's Toad Skill on Divine Dragon Island, so she recognized it.
"The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are the Beggar's Clan's ultimate art. Who knows how many people can use them? There might be one or two who've reached that level. That doesn't prove anything." Song Qingshu's face remained dark.
"But there was also your sword qi. Is there anyone else in the martial world who knows the move Myriad Swords Returning to Origin?" Yelü Nanxian's eyes curved like crescent moons, filled with amusement.
"There are countless sword masters in the martial world, and quite a few can use sword qi. If someone randomly shouted 'Myriad Swords Returning to Origin,' would you believe them?" Song Qingshu was still displeased. Precisely because he was skilled in disguises, he had always worried about others impersonating him. Seeing Yelü Nanxian simply assume that a man with a different face was him based on such scant clues naturally did not make him happy.
"Indeed, there are quite a few. But someone who knows both the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and Myriad Swords Returning to Origin, and is also..." Yelü Nanxian suddenly began to hesitate.
"Also what?" Song Qingshu was very curious. What exactly had she used to determine his identity?
"Also such a bastard. In the whole world, there's only