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"clang--"

As expected, Qiong collapsed.

"Junior brother!"

Chapter 250 Lin Yuan Realm / Dan Ding Si: Aminos.

Yanqing looked at the bottle containing the body-strengthening liquid; there wasn't a single drop left inside.

"Finished drinking? No! My junior brother!!!"

Yanqing took off a bracelet and put it on Qiong's wrist. The bracelet started flashing wildly as soon as it was put on.

After Yanqing finished, he continued to shake Qiong, "Junior brother, wake up!"

Looking at the unconscious Qiong, Yanqing sighed, "I'm sorry, junior brother."

"Awaken, my junior brother! May your spirit soar to the heavens!"

"Snapped----"

A powerful slap landed on Qiong's face, just like Hua Wu's whip had struck Yan Qing's head. The sound was deafening.

Qiong's head was tilted firmly to one side, but she remained asleep, showing no sign of waking up.

Yanqing began to sweat profusely, like a child who had just committed a terrible crime.

His heart began to race. "Quack... Junior Brother Kouya! Wake up!"

"Snapped--"

"Snapped--"

"Snapped--"

At this moment, Yanqing was even more diligent than the one in the plantation, and his control of strength and accuracy of his strikes were ten or even nine times that of the farm owner.

A few minutes later, Qiong opened her eyes at Yanqing's call.

"Ugh—this tastes awful! What kind of bullshit body-strengthening liquid is this... Senior, how much did you pay for it? Where did you buy it? Take me to beat him up!"

"This... was composed by my senior brother himself."

"Gulp... Senior brother, your beverage mixing skills are even worse than Sister Himeko's. I even feel that you have surpassed her."

Qiong walked to the water's edge and touched his face. He felt as if his face had been scraped by something, leaving it shiny and oily.

Qiong saw the bracelet on her wrist in the reflection and asked in confusion, "What is this thing? When did I put it on my wrist?"

"This... is training equipment given to me by my second master. It uses a gravity field to train strength, and I'm... almost there. I can borrow it for now..."

"Oh, I see. Gravity? Just like Uncle Yang. Senior brother, I don't need it." Qiong took off the bracelet and tossed it away. After that fainting spell, he had no intention of torturing himself.

Or rather, he now has doubts about Yanqing's training methods.

It wasn't that I didn't trust them; I was just terrified by that strange liquid.

Yanqing took the bracelet and carefully put it back on.

"If you don't need it, then don't. Don't break it."

Qiong stretched and yawned, making a few cracking sounds from his joints.

Then, like a professional boxer, he started jumping around in place, saying, "Come on, senior brother, let me see how much your swordsmanship has improved!"

Behind Qiong appeared a crowd of people in black and white, one symbolizing the united efforts to protect, and the other symbolizing ruthless destruction.

Looking at the things behind Qiong, Yanqing understood why Fuyan had been defeated by Qiong. "Since you, junior brother, have shown your conviction, then I, your senior brother, cannot hold back either! Martial Spirit and Sword Heart!"

Behind Yanqing was none other than himself; that spirited, undefeated figure was none other than himself.

He is who he was in the past, and he is who he will be in the future.

Qiong felt a sense of crisis as the illusory figure stared at him. "This is..."

"This is my own path. Before I become strong, everything is empty, everything is nothing. A person is like a sword. If you want to leave a mark on the road of life, you must be strong enough and tough enough."

Yanqing took the broken hilt from his waist and said to Qiong, "This is the sword you gave me, junior brother. Today, I will use the sword you gave me to defeat you."

Qiong sensed that he might lose, but as soon as this thought crossed his mind, he remembered Yanqing's famous saying: "Possible to lose? That means you will definitely win!"

"What nonsense are you spouting? I'm not Suiyang."

Start with a charge attack.

"Flame Spear Charge!"

Yan Qing handled the situation with ease, the broken hilt in his hand covered in frost, transforming into a giant sword, "With conviction as its edge."

The sand beneath their feet began to crystallize, but the two sides were using different methods.

The sand beneath the dome melted due to the high temperature, while the sand beneath Yanqing's feet frosted over due to the frost.

The surrounding seawater was the same; the sea next to Yanqing was frozen, while the sea next to Qiong was boiling due to the heat conducted by the sand.

During the confrontation, Qiong began to sense something was amiss; his gaze became level with Yan Qing's. He looked down and saw that the sand beneath his feet had transformed into something resembling a glass swamp.

"Junior brother, your mind is in turmoil."

"Snap—"

The ice that had never melted burst open, blurring the view and freeing the broken handle from Yanqing's hand.

The moment the ice sword pierced through the icy mist, Qiong vanished mysteriously.

Then Yanqing felt as if she was being hugged by something, and not just one person.

"Senior brother, I've been waiting for you to use this move!"

"boom--!"

Thunder's blow struck Yan Qing on the back of the head, and the wind pressure dispersed the surrounding sand and ice mist.

Yanqing turned his head nonchalantly, "Junior brother, what is this?"

"One of the footwork techniques of the Floating Smoke Sect is 'Mist Transformation'. There's also 'Mountain Collapse'. Senior Brother is just different; his mind is so tough. He can withstand a Mountain Collapse attack without any problems."

"Transforming into mist? Collapsing mountains? Isn't collapsing mountains just a simple wave..."

"boom--!"

Qiong put away the baseball bat and smiled slightly, "Senior brother, aren't you the same as before? Too honest. I never said the sparring was suspended."

After saying that, Qiong raised her Flame Spear to defend herself, but she was still a step too slow.

A sword flashed past Qiong's cheek, freezing the wound as it was cut open.

"Old dreams return! Junior brother, let's stop here. Our strengths are not equal, so sparring is meaningless. My current skills are definitely inferior to yours, but in terms of strength, I can definitely defeat you."

Qiong used flames to melt the ice on the wound, and after the flames dissipated, the wound left no trace.

"As expected of my senior brother, he almost killed me."

"If Yanqing were to cause you any serious injury, then it would be my responsibility as your master."

Without a moment's regret for Qiong's defeat, the first person to arrive at the battlefield was the Divine Power General – Jing Yuan.

"Besides, even if the two of you don't cause any serious damage, at this rate, the dividing line between the Lin Yuan Realm and the Dan Ding Division... won't withstand more than a few of your fights."

"In that case, you two are like brothers, with a deep bond. Since you have strength to spare, fight me."

Yanqing: ......

Qiong: ......

Yanqing and Qiong both lowered their heads. Yanqing had been beaten before, while Qiong was simply pragmatic and knew how to adapt to circumstances.

"Senior brother, I'm leaving this to you. Flashing Star Thunder—"

Looking at Qiong, who was as agile as a monkey, Yanqing felt that it was really nice to be away from her parents.

Even without footwork, Yanqing could cross Luofu in an instant, but such a technique would only be a recipe for a beating in front of Jingyuan.

"Yanqing, aren't you going to show off your speed?"

"General, Yanqing dares not."

Jing Yuan looked at the vast expanse of ice and the hard glass beneath his feet, and shook his head.

"Look for yourselves at what you've done."

"I..."

“He doesn’t know it’s alright. But you, I’ve taught you, that your strength must not be leaked.”

"Um..."

After this incident, Yanqing learned another trick, but the price was quite high.

Chapter 251 Yanqing: Your heart is in turmoil. Jingyuan: Yes. Yanqing: Buhao! It's the second stage!

Star Train —

"Xing, why are you back?"

Xing quickly covered March 7's mouth, "Shh—"

"I just stabbed..."

"A mountain was burned down, but it's nothing serious," Hua Wu said leisurely, sitting on the sofa with a cup of Xianzhou Happy Tea in his hand.

"Um...Brother Hua, weren't you...?"

"In your eyes, should I be fighting with Fuyan in Suiyuan right now? I didn't expect your first destination to be the train, which saves me the trouble of looking for you again."

Xing took a step back. "What do you want? I'm not as tough as my brother; I can't take a beating. You're not going to send me to jail in Luofu, are you?"

"Procedurally, that's how it is, but you didn't get the adult certificate from Xianzhou. No need to wait, I, as your guardian, have already covered up the mess you made."

"Huh? The Immortal Ship has this rule? What about my brother? Did he get certified?"

"He went to fight with Yanqing, but I reckon he got beaten up on his own."

A bizarre image flashed through Xing's mind: the 3.8-meter-tall Yan Qing trampling Qiong under his feet. Just thinking about it made her feel horrified. "Um... never mind him."