Bengtie: Is your pure and beautiful destiny serious?

Chapter 137 Sword Test

Yan Qing felt a little embarrassed and unsure about racing with his master.

After all, he had never won a sparring match with the general, and now he had to compete with the general's master. It was no wonder that he felt guilty.

In terms of strength, Yan Qing should be able to beat 95% of the people in Luofu, but today he met the remaining 5%, so it was inevitable that it would be a tough showdown.

"Uncle Master, I..." How can we win?

"Don't worry, Dan Heng and I will help you. Master didn't specifically point to me just now, which means we can work together." Cheng An patted the child's shoulder comfortingly.

"So you can surpass our master in speed?" Hearing this, Yan Qing had a hint of admiration in his eyes, and he blinked and looked at Cheng An.

"Just kidding, of course I can't do that."

When she was facing life-threatening situations, she was caught up by Jingliu even with the automatic transmission blessed by Pure Beauty. Now, there is no urgent situation involving life, the automatic transmission cannot be triggered, let alone catching up.

Seeing that the light in the child's eyes was about to go out, Cheng An quickly added: "But Dan Heng is OK."

"Me?" Dan Heng never expected that this was the reason he came here.

"Yes, in your Little Blue Dragon form, you can run super fast with your secret skills! Although it may not be convenient to use your original form now, you can use your strength, right?"

The game is different from reality. Real characters are of course much more flexible in using different powers.

So she had planned it out long ago. Dan Heng would take the child to race, and she would be responsible for clearing the monsters around.

Her flame can “burn the monsters before the people arrive”, Dan Heng’s body movement is fast enough, and with the combination of the two sides, three people can’t lose, right?

Yan Qing: "So, what am I responsible for?"

Cheng An: "Be responsible for being carried away by us." And after receiving the sword from Jingliu at the end, he learned to restrain his edge and grow up well.

The first half is optional, but the second half is crucial. You have a long way to go, Brother Yanqing. You will become the most outstanding swordsman in Luofu, so don't mind this little bit of preferential treatment, because hard times are ahead.

The growth of a young man is inevitably a bit bitter. Thinking about his future growth, Cheng An's eyes were filled with a hint of pity and relief.

"Ah? But this is Yanqing's competition. Should I just take advantage of the help from the seniors..." He was still a little embarrassed, but Jing Liu in the distance had obviously run out of patience.

She turned her head from a distance and looked over here. In order to be fair, she was waiting for the younger generation over there to go first, but how did they end up starting a conversation?

Cheng An saw the movement over there and knew that this person was about to leave, so he patted Dan Heng and Yan Qing in a hurry, "Master is about to leave, so don't worry about it. Teacher Dan Heng, you have to hold on to Yan Qing."

There was already a thin layer of water-colored light around the young man, which meant that he was ready. He held Yan Qing's shoulders and sighed deeply.

"You are always good at these little tricks." Dan Heng didn't know what to say about his position as a means of transportation.

"You are clever, but you are also very cooperative. I know that Teacher Dan Heng is magnanimous. I will treat you to some happy fairy tea later."

Cheng An was all smiles, and she waved her hand to signal the two to set off. At the same time, Cheng An followed the two at a distance, and the red flames spread out, burning all the evil creatures that blocked the way.

Just as she said, he is good at moving quickly, and he is good at using his mana quickly to kill monsters on a large scale. The combination of the two is really effective.

There was a very obvious smell of abundance at the last corner, and there was obviously a bigger guy over there. When Dan Heng and Yan Qing rushed in, Jing Liu followed closely.

It was a slight difference, but Yanqing was indeed one step ahead.

"You win, little brother." Jingliu stood with his sword across his back, and acknowledged their superior skills without any fluctuation in his tone.

"My shame, Grandmaster. Yanqing's victory is unfair." He felt a little embarrassed that he got the Grandmaster's recognition without any effort.

"There's nothing wrong with winning unfairly. If this were a battlefield, having help from friends would be precious and there's nothing wrong with that." Jing Liu said.

"What's more, Cheng An's cleverness is of some use."

"What good day is today? Master, you have been praising me all day long, but you never praised me like this in the past." Cheng An, who arrived late, heard Jing Liu's words as soon as he turned the corner, and he was immediately happy.

"You have become much bolder. Back then, you didn't dare to talk to me like this. It was only when I was lying in bed..."

"I'm sorry, I was wrong, Master, please stop talking."

She was caught off guard when she heard that her dark history was in danger in front of the younger generation, so she hurried to stop the loss in time.

Being able to control one's emotions freely is Cheng An's virtue. She hasn't seen her master for a long time. She is somewhat happy and relieved that Jing Liu's demonic body looks much better than expected, so she is a little elated.

"Hehe, you're almost the same as you were back then. Among us, the only person who remains the same as before, apart from Bai Heng, is probably you." Jing Liu actually chuckled for the first time.

"This is good."

She nodded to the old friend, then turned and turned her attention to the newcomer, her young apprentice.

"Little brother, you have help with the previous part, but for the next part, you are the only one allowed to do it by yourself." She also wanted to give some guidance to this good seedling.

"Yes, please teach me, Master." Hearing the serious look on the young man's face, he took a step forward and faced Jingliu's words directly.

"Next, let's decide the outcome with this evil creature." The sword came out of the mirror, like moonlight held in the hand, cold and chilly.

Dan Heng and Cheng An understood and stepped aside. They knew that Yan Qing was going to be given special guidance.

The blindfolded woman and the short boy stood on both sides and attacked the big monster separately.

Both swordsmen were ice-type. The field was filled with cold air and gusts of cold wind. With their excellent sword skills coordinated with each other, they quickly killed the monster. It was so fast that it was difficult to tell who would win.

This was obviously not very pleasant, especially Jing Liu, who seemed to have not had enough fun. She approached Yan Qing step by step, and the black cloth on her eyes fell off at some point. Her pair of red eyes were full of seriousness and murderousness. She asked: "Little brother, for our victory, do you dare to take my sword?"

Dan Heng felt that something was wrong and wanted to step forward to stop it, but was stopped by Cheng An.

This is a necessary part of a young man's growth. She believes that the disciple taught by Jing Yuan can do it, just like the ignorant boy in the original plot who took the sword.

When Yan Qing heard Jing Liu ask him so seriously, for a moment, the pressure and chill from the mature warrior made him want to refuse reflexively.

This was her master, a person far more powerful than him, but now she was asking him this question seriously.

The boy had a hunch that if he couldn't take it, he might die.

Why? Why did the master suddenly become like this? Why did he suddenly look so fierce, as if he would really fight him to the death? Is this really guidance?

He looked at Cheng An with some fear and difficulty, but his uncle's eyes were full of trust and determination, and she nodded at him imperceptibly.

Is that encouragement? Why don’t they come to persuade the master?

"I..." I didn't answer.

I won’t answer.

No answer.

"I... take it."

He didn't know why he said this answer. He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and took a step forward. He didn't know where he got the courage from, nor did he know why he said something that went against his heart.

But he said it. I don't know how heavy these two words are.

He saw Jing Liu's mouth slightly raised, "Okay."

The former sword head leaped up, with a full moon behind her, and the three-foot-long sword in her hand was as cold and bright as the moon. But this seemingly light grasp of moonlight, slashed down with a terrifying sword energy.

The cold wind pierced his face and hit him head-on. Yan Qing's desire to survive was screaming, and he had to raise his sword with all his strength. At that moment, he seemed to have used up all his life's knowledge and bet everything on the sword in his hand.

The moment he thrust the sword with all his might, he could not feel the temperature around him, nor the wind or the sound. It was not until he felt his own rapid breathing and felt Uncle Cheng An shaking his shoulders frantically that his soul seemed to finally return to its place.

The cold air was still in the air, the moon was bright in the sky, and beside him was a huge mark left by the sword energy just now, but the person who caused all this had left quietly.

Yan Qing was still a little dazed. He looked at the two people in front of him who were slightly worried, and whispered, "I'm still... alive."

Seeing that the child really lived up to her trust, Cheng An affirmed his words with indescribable relief and emotion, "Of course you are still alive, Yanqing. You took the sword from the master."

Seeing the hesitation in the boy's eyes, she held his shoulders with both hands and added: "So come back to your senses. You blocked the sword beautifully, don't be afraid."

Yan Qing took a deep breath when he heard that, and his eyes returned to calm. He looked at Cheng An with his golden eyes, then looked around and finally nodded.