After considering all of this, the man made his move.
It had to be said that, as a disciple in the Nascent Soul Realm, he did have some skill.
If Yun Huanling competed with him in swordsmanship alone, he would probably fall into a disadvantage after only a few exchanges.
But sword techniques had never been his forte.
Fang Dagang charged toward Yun Huanling at tremendous speed, yet Yun Huanling remained where he stood.
With one hand behind his back and the other supporting his compass, Yun Huanling stood there quietly. When he kept his mouth shut, he did have something of the noble bearing of a young master from an aristocratic clan.
As Fang Dagang drew closer, Yun Huanling finally moved. He tilted his head slightly toward a certain spot below the arena and flashed a perfectly measured eight-toothed smile, though it made him look rather carefree.
Su Jiu knew he was looking at her.
Of course, she was not the only one who knew. Lan Fang Ziyi and the two junior disciples behind him noticed as well.
Lan Fang Ziyi pressed a hand to his forehead, speechless. Next time, if his master asked him to bring this fellow along again, he would stand his ground and refuse.
The two junior disciples exchanged equally speechless looks.
What could they do with such an unreliable senior brother? They were despairing too.
Just as many people thought Yun Huanling was certain to take the blow, he vanished.
Yes, the instant Fang Dagang's sword descended, Yun Huanling disappeared.
Su Jiu's gaze sharpened. Without anyone prompting her, she thought of one possibility: Yun Huanling had comprehended a new innate divine ability when he advanced to the Nascent Soul Realm.
If her guess was correct, this innate art had a great deal to do