It is true that they respect strength, but they respect strength washed with blood even more.
For example, Mr. Wen.
Feng Xingying knew who he was the moment he took action. Murong Wenxuan's swordsmanship was taught by Ye Jingning himself and also received guidance from Qin Molin. When Feng Xingying was still Ye Ying, they also practiced swordsmanship together.
It's just that Murong Wenxuan probably won't recognize Feng Xingying anymore. She is no longer Ye Ying, but the Feng Xingying who has more varied sword skills and deeper sword intent.
Murong Wenxuan was convinced that he had lost this battle, but he smiled and asked Feng Xingying:
"I have never heard of Lingshan Sword Sect having such sword skills. You must not be a member of Lingshan Sword Sect."
"No." Feng Xingying answered truthfully: "Meeting each other is fate. Now that we have come to the Cursed Land, I also need allies."
"Very well, our Wen Zhan Hall welcomes you and your friends. From now on, you will be the elder of our Wen Zhan Hall."
"Being respectful is worse than obeying orders."
The two met at sword-point and formed a friendship, which has since become a good story in Wangshui City.
Later, Mr. Wen personally took Feng Xingying to Wen Zhan Tang's branch in Wangshui City to hold a banquet for Elder Qin and the people of Lingshan Sword Sect.
Wangshui City is very lively, and good wine, singing and dancing are their characteristics.
Because the people in Wangshui City live on the line of life and death every day. They might die tomorrow, so why bother
Enjoy what you should enjoy, enjoy your grudges when you should, and confess your feelings to any girl you like.
We have loved, hated, and been free and unrestrained. Let’s have a drink and have fun again tomorrow.
Such a cheerful but slightly rough atmosphere was not what Feng Xingying liked, but it was not difficult to accept.
Especially since the people in Wenzhan Hall were so bold and unrestrained, Feng Xingying was confessed to by more than a dozen girls after just one drink.
And poor Qiu Yutian had been confessed by more than thirty men. If Feng Xingying hadn't been protecting her, such a pretty girl would have been forcibly dragged away to exchange bodies.
Feng Xingying and Qiu Yutian exchanged glances and instantly reached a tacit understanding.
Feng Xingying's sword light circled around and cut off one of his hands. At this time, this hand was reaching Qiu Yutian's thigh, when Feng Xingying responded with violence.
"Everyone, if you are rude to my wife again, my sword will not recognize anyone." Feng Xingying blew lightly, and the silver-white sword was covered with blood and fell to the ground, returning to its bright and clean color.
In the Cursed Land, there is no need to think about issues such as being reasonable or offending others by committing murder.
Because killing is popular here to communicate.
If you are not ruthless, others will be ruthless to you. Either you eat people or you are eaten by others.
Feng Xingying didn't want to be entangled by women. If someone really touched her, what if her identity was discovered
Moreover, she always felt a little guilty about Qiu Yutian, and she happened to protect her once at this time.
Let Qiu Yutian carry the name of her wife, which is a kind of protection for both of them.
Upon hearing that Qiu Yutian was Elder Qin's woman, the restless men in the Wenzhan Hall felt at ease.
However, those girls who were pestering Feng Xingying refused to give up and tried their best to poach him one by one.
One of the girls gave Feng Xingying the reason: "Qin Jianzun, what you did just now was so cool. As long as you do it for slave once, even just once, slave's life will be worth it."
"..." Feng Xingying wanted to cry.
"Elder Qin, it's been a long night, do you want Alian to wait for you to sleep? Don't worry, as long as Alian has a romantic affair, she will never be entangled in the future."