Give Xingtie a little MC shock

Xing He was very happy to receive this great gift.

Although he was confident in his own strength and future MODs, no one except the Star God could hurt him.

But having an official background will make things much easier in the future.

Moreover, the background given by Jing Yuan can also protect San Yueqi and the others. If he has any weaknesses, it is probably only this group of family members who have always treated him sincerely since he came to this world.

"Okay, I have handed the two most important gifts to you, young friend Xing He. The remaining insignificant thank-you gifts will be delivered to your door later. Now just enjoy the food. I don't think any young person would like this kind of polite scene."

Jing Yuan seemed very casual. After presenting the gift, he did not pester Xing He to talk about important matters, but let them enjoy the food and relax.

After all, after a big war, it always takes some time to recuperate.

"Great! We can finally start eating. Xing He, Dan Heng, I just saw a lot of food I've never seen before! Let's go!"

San Yueqi took two people, one in each hand, and ran straight to the dining table not far away which was filled with various foods.

Jing Yuan also patted Yan Qing on the shoulder and motioned him to go over: "Young people should spend more time with young people. If you always hang around an old guy like me, sooner or later your sharpness will be worn out. Go."

"Yes, General!"

Just as Jing Yuan said, as a leader among the younger generation of Luofu, Yan Qing also has his own pride.

But after witnessing Xing He's various magical methods and his many one-on-one battles with Huanlong and successfully repelling him, Yan Qing felt that his little pride was nothing.

Yan Qing was even full of admiration for Xing He. Xing He didn't look much older than him, but he could fight with the Messenger of Destruction at this age. This was something Yan Qing would never dare to do.

Yan Qing's right hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and he walked excitedly to Xing He who was eating.

"Mr. Xing He! Yan Qing has an unwelcome request, I hope Mr. Xing He will fulfill it!"

Xing He stuffed the food into his mouth with one hand, and with the other hand he kept stuffing various stackable foods into his backpack.

Yan Qing couldn't help swallowing as he looked at Xing He wolfing down the food.

I've heard the general say before that it's normal for people who practice martial arts to have a big appetite, or in other words, the bigger the appetite, the stronger the person is.

For someone like Mr. Xing He to eat and take at the same time, this is no longer the realm that an ordinary warrior should have!

Xing He finished a plate of noodles in a few bites, leaving only a clean plate on the table, and then looked at Yan Qing.

"What's the matter?"

Yan Qing bowed respectfully to Xing He and said, "To be honest, I am training myself for the martial arts ceremony, but there are too few suitable opponents in Luofu. Therefore, I beg Mr. Xing He to give me some advice!"

"Ah this..."

Xing He suddenly looked embarrassed, his fighting style couldn't be simpler, all he emphasized was the power of a huge brick flying, or pure mechanics.

There is not a single skill involved. Even if Xing He installed that kind of soul MOD or epic battle, there is nothing to teach Yan Qing.

Even San Yueqi who was standing next to him looked at Yan Qing as if he was out of his mind.

"I say, Xiao Yanqing, why did you pick someone else to fight, why did you pick this freak Xing He?"

Yan Qing, however, maintained his gesture of bowing to Xing He with a stubborn look on his face: "The general said that the weak will swing their swords against the weaker ones, and the strong will swing their swords against the stronger ones! If I don't even have the courage to challenge the strong, then let alone participate in the martial arts ceremony and fight against the geniuses of other immortal boats!"

"No...that's not what I meant."

San Yueqi ate the skewer in his hand in one bite, with some sauce still on the corner of his mouth. He patted his chest with a proud look on his face and said, "You can come to me! Don't look at me as an archer, but the bow and arrow is actually the weapon I am least good at. Besides, I will also participate in your martial arts ceremony. Why don't we take this opportunity to practice fighting first!"

"Are you going to fight Miss March Seven?"

Yan Qing looked at San Yueqi up and down with a strange look on his face, his eyes focusing on her fingers. He did not see any special calluses on San Yueqi's hands left by sword practice. It was obvious that this girl, who was very close to Mr. Xing He, had never practiced sword.

San Yue Qi also noticed the disbelief in Yan Qing's eyes. She crossed her arms and snorted unhappily, "I have practiced swordsmanship before! Have you heard of the [Star-Slashing and Sky-Breaking Large Glazed Sword]?"

"Cut the Stars and Break the Universe. Great Glazed Sword?" Yan Qing chewed over the name of the move for several times, and finally shook his head.

"That's right, you haven't heard of it. I haven't used it either!" San Yue Qi put her hands on her hips with a proud look on her face.

Yan Qing staggered suddenly and almost lost his balance.

"How about it! Do you want to fight with me?"

San Yueqi was very excited. She had never fought with a real swordsman before. Before Xing He got on the train, she had wanted Dan Heng to fight with her. But after Dan Heng saw her swinging the sword, he shook his head and walked away, saying that he would not fight no matter what.

Yan Qing looked at San Yueqi who was eager to try, and he couldn't say no, so he had to nod and agree helplessly.

"Well, then please give me some advice, Miss March Seven."

"Ok!"

When the people around heard that Yan Qing was going to compete with San Yue Qi in swordsmanship, they all gathered around curiously. After all, Yan Qing was a talented swordsman on Luofu, while San Yue Qi... was just an unknown person who used a bow and arrow.

This matchup is fun no matter how you look at it.

San Yueqi looked around twice and his eyes finally fell on Xing He.

"Xing He, please lend me your knife. I don't have any weapon."

When Xing He heard this, he immediately took out his stone sword, iron sword, diamond sword, and sword·Sanhua and laid them out on the ground.

"You choose."

Seeing so many different swords, Yan Qing immediately walked over quickly.

"These swords...are so unique!"

Especially those stone, iron and diamond swords with similar shapes. Their blades are not as sharp as ordinary swords. Instead, they are full of teeth like saws.

Is this the sword Mr. Xing He used to repel the illusion?

San Yueqi's gaze passed over the diamond sword and fell directly on the drawn sword Sanhua.

“This knife is beautiful!”

San Yueqi imitated Xing He's previous sword movements, slinging Sanhua on his waist and holding the hilt in his hand.

"bring it on!"

Seeing that San Yueqi was ready, Yan Qing also raised his right hand and put his two fingers together, and several flying swords jumped out from behind him.

"Miss March Seven, I am good at using flying swords, please be careful!"

Chapter 109 I think it is a sword, so it is a sword

Walter, Jizi and Jingyuan also gathered over when they heard the noise. They thought that the one who would duel with Yanqing would be Xing He, but they saw that the one standing opposite was San Yueqi with a drawn sword in hand. Walter and Jizi opened their mouths in surprise.

Walter held his forehead and sighed, feeling a bit amused and helpless. He was not worried that Yan Qing would hurt March 7, but he was worried that March 7 would hurt himself.

"This kid, Mitsuki... has she ever used a sword before?"

Ji Zi smiled secretly, "Little Sanyue broke off a branch and tried to do it on the train before, and Pam scolded her for a long time."

Jing Yuan saw Yan Qing using his flying sword against San Yue Qi, and he felt helpless: "Yan Qing...actually used the sword control technique."

This was more or less a bit of bullying, but with him, Walter and others around, March 7th wouldn't suffer any harm.

Inside the arena, Xing He, the referee, looked at Yan Qing with a strange expression: "Yan Qing, do you really want to use the flying sword?"

Yan Qing mistakenly thought that Xing He was worried about San Yue Qi's safety, and quickly assured him: "Mr. Xing He, please rest assured that I will not hurt Miss San Yue Qi, and the general once taught me that going all out is the greatest respect for the opponent! Miss San Yue Qi, I'm going to attack!"

After saying that, Yan Qing put two fingers together and pointed at San Yue Qi, and the flying sword behind him suddenly shot out.

San Yueqi did not feel panicked. Although she had only practiced sword skills for a short time, the dynamic vision she had developed from playing with the bow was still there. Although the flying swords were very fast, she still had time to react.

San Yue Qi drew out San Hua and swung a knife. She thought that this knife could only block one of the flying swords, and she would need to rely on her quick changes of moves to block the rest.

However, what no one expected was that when San Yue Qi swung his sword, all the flying swords shot by Yan Qing stopped in mid-air, as if some invisible barrier had blocked them.

"what?!"

Yan Qing was stunned. He tried his best to drive his flying sword, but it still couldn't move.

San Yue Qi was also surprised: "Am I so strong?"

San Yueqi started waving the Sanhua in his hand wildly as if he had discovered a new world. The flying sword that was blocked by the sword energy from Sanhua trembled and fell to the ground with a clang.

While Yan Qing was distracted by the ineffectiveness of his flying swords, San Yue Qi walked over and pressed San Hua against the side of his neck.

"You lose~"

Yan Qing put down the sword in his hand with a look of defeat: "I lost."

When San Yue Qi heard him admit defeat, he sheathed the San Hua with satisfaction and said casually, "I thought the swordsmanship competition would be exciting! I didn't expect that I was so strong and it ended so quickly!"

As soon as San Yueqi said this, the dejected look on Yan Qing's face became even more pronounced, and he pursed his lower lip as if he was about to cry.

"I'm sorry that I couldn't let Miss March Seven use her full strength."

San Yueqi was about to say something proud, but Xing He came over and hit her on the head with his hand.

"Xiao Sanyue, this is not your ability."

"Ok?"

Yan Qing and the others looked over curiously after hearing this.

Ji Zi asked in confusion: "Xing He, why do you say that? Didn't Xiao Sanyue block all of Yan Qing's moves by swinging her sword?"

Jing Yuan also echoed: "Xing He, you don't have to save face for Yan Qing. Let this kid suffer a little. It will be good for his future swordsmanship."

Yan Qing gritted his teeth and nodded to Xing He in agreement.

"Mr. Xing He, it is a fact that I am no match for Miss March Seven. You don't have to make excuses for me."

Xing He shook his head and said, "No, your sword control technique is ineffective simply because of the sword Sanhua in San Yue Qi's hand."

"What do you mean?"

"The most basic characteristic of the sword is that all projectiles, that is, the kind of flying attacks that escape the hand, are ineffective against it. You can block them with just a casual swing of the sword."

"No wonder."

After hearing Xing He's explanation, everyone suddenly realized. They had seen San Yue Qi's sword-swinging movements were completely unprofessional, but he was able to beat Yan Qing. They thought San Yue Qi was playing dumb, but it turned out that he was relying on the special nature of his weapon.

Yanqing cheered up after hearing this, but Sanyueqi was a little disappointed.

She thought she was gifted, but then she changed her mind and thought, why not just ask Xing He to lend her the weapon?

She will still be just as awesome then!

Thinking of this, San Yueqi looked at Xing He with eager eyes.

Xing He shuddered and squinted his eyes to look at San Yue Qi: "I always feel that you have some bad intentions towards me."

Sanyueqi laughed and played with the ends of her hair with her index finger: "How could that be~"

"Mr. Xing He!"

Before San Yueqi could open his mouth to state his purpose, Yan Qing suddenly stepped forward and stared at Xing He with burning eyes.

"Mr. Xing He, please teach me!"

Xing He scratched his head helplessly: "Do you still want to fight me?"

"Yes! I want to become stronger!"

"alright."

Xing He did not refuse again, but directly took out the flame spear and slowly stroked the surface of the flame spear with his left hand, caressing his weapon like a swordsman.

"This sword is called the Flame Spear. I don't know how many pounds it weighs, how many meters long it is, or who made it. Anyway, it is a sword."

Yan Qing stared at the flaming spear in Xing He's hand in astonishment, with an expression as if to ask, "Are you kidding me?"

"Mr. Xing He, is this a lance?"

"No, it's a sword that looks like a lance."

"But if it looks like a lance, doesn't it have to be a lance?"

"You kid, your understanding is really poor!"

Xing He shook his head with a look of disappointment: "There is an old saying that goes, if you have a sword in your heart, falling leaves and flying flowers are all weapons. A true swordsman never sticks to appearance."

After hearing these words, Yan Qing's pupils suddenly trembled.

"There is a sword in my heart, and the falling leaves and flying flowers are all weapons..."