Feng Xingying suddenly turned his head and asked: "Senior, I think you look familiar. Have we met somewhere?"
"No, absolutely not." The old man shook his head quickly.
"Really?" Feng Xingying said with a smile on her lips, "Probably. It's just that I think you look a bit similar to a friend I know."
"Haha, the little girl was joking. Everyone has two eyes, one nose, and one mouth." The old man looked kind.
"Well, so I look similar to you, so we may not be the same family." Feng Xingying's giant sword was in hand and he saluted: "Farewell, I think we will see each other again."
This time, Feng Xingying really turned around and left.
The sword that Feng Xingying uses every day, named Xihuang, is a relic left to her by her mother. It has been refined by Feng Xingying and merged with her star stone. Even if the sword is lost, Feng Xingying only needs a thought. You can get it back.
So on weekdays, Feng Xingying's Xihuang Sword either turned into a hairpin and was tied in his hair, or turned into a fiery red bracelet and worn on his wrist.
Feng Xingying's major is not swordsmanship, so there is no need to perform the sword-holding ceremony reserved for swordsmen.
The so-called sword-holding ceremony means that when they bow and salute, they hold their own spiritual swords with both hands to show respect.
Feng Xingying suddenly did this, not to show off, nor to change his career.
"Oops, I was tricked by this little girl!"
When Feng Xingying walked out of the door, the old man laughed: "Interesting, such a smart little girl actually knows how to test me with the Xihuang Sword. What did she just say?"
"Master, he said she looks similar to you." A young man with hair and eyebrows as red as fire suddenly appeared next to the old man. The only person with such an obvious mark is Ye Huohuo, the senior brother of Star Academy.
"Is it similar? Is it similar?" The old man was a little inexplicably excited and grabbed Ye Huohuo's arm.
"Yes, Master, it's a bit like it."
"Why do I look like a girl?" The old man quit again and curled his lips disrespectfully.
"Eyes. She also has momentum and aura. She is very good and can inherit your temperament."
The old man nodded approvingly, looked at the door that no longer allowed anyone to enter, and rubbed his smooth-skinned hands together excitedly:
"Qiuqiu, what do you think of Qin Molin?"
"In terms of strength, he is a well-deserved strong man. He can lead the mainland for at least three hundred years. But if I were a woman, I would not choose such a man."
Ye Huohuo analyzed with a serious face:
"According to the information I have received, Qin Molin is very powerful, but quite arrogant, selfish, and cold-blooded.
Qin Molin is the third son of the head of the Linshan family, also known as the third son of Qin. His mother was of low birth, and his status in Linshan was very embarrassing. He should not be qualified to succeed as the head of the family.
I heard that Qin Molin had a withdrawn personality and behaved differently from ordinary people since he was a child. When he was a teenager, he took away a treasure from Linshan and fled from Linshan. He abandoned his relatives and loved ones, disowned his clan, and cut off contact with his parents.
Some people also say that Qin Molin left Linshan that year perhaps because he awakened the bloodline of God. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to advance so quickly.
And every awakening of the bloodline of God will break the balance of the continent, and his enemies will also be many.
If Feng Xingying stayed with him, he would be easily affected. And with his selfish and cold personality, he may not be able to control Feng Xingying.
Of course, these are just intelligence analyses, and the accuracy should be very high, but errors are inevitable. After all, human emotions are the most complex things.
I also hope that none of this is true. "