Prospective Disciples

The spectators gasped in shock.

Some were born and had lived in the hidden martial arts world for decades.

However, they had never heard such a fantastic thing and couldn't help but feel a little reluctant.

After all, some were swordsmen.

They had been practising all their life and had some accomplishments in swordsmanship.

If there was such a realm where anything could be used as a sword, what about their accomplishments?

Were they nothing but toddlers in front of swordswoman Yu?

Thinking of this, ancestor Xue and several others felt very uncomfortable.

"Swordswoman Yu, is there really such a level?" Someone asked.

Looking at the person, Yu Nianzhen sighed.

Without saying a word, he swung the grass blade he still held in his right hand.

A moment later, a deep sword mark appeared on the ground and the grass turned into dust.

Seeing this, Yu Nianzhen frowned.