Star Iron, but the amount of animation

Now, I have lost the enthusiasm to fold it.

I feel it is enough for now. I will occasionally use the mirror flow to stack it, and the rest will be up to fate.

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[With 103 million HP, can you withstand the attack of the Star God? ]

Volume 1: Chapter 19: Master-disciple showdown!

Nothing big has happened recently, but in a few days, something big is going to happen.

The Luofu Cloud Cavalry have returned from hunting, and the martial arts ceremony is about to begin. Whoever can come out on top will be able to obtain the position of Sword Master that has been vacant for a hundred years.

As for the current Yunqi Army, he didn't think that anyone could compare with Jingliu, not even contend with her. He couldn't find anyone who could compare with her.

It cannot be said that the current Luofu Yunqi is unmanned, it can only be said that Jingliu is too abnormal, a bit like a genius that appears once in a thousand years.

"Tomorrow, will it be stable, Lao Jing?"

The boy sitting on the stone pier peeled the orange in his hand, split it in half, and threw it to the girl standing not far away.

Time seemed to have left no trace on him, and the boy remained the same as before.

The sword was unsheathed in an instant, splitting the orange peel in two, and the sword energy then swept in the direction it came from.

Ignoring the boy's cursing, Jingliu put away his sword, exhaled air like an arrow, and scattered the leaves on the ground.

"It's in the bag."

There was a strong sense of confidence in her voice, and no one could question her confidence, because Jingliu was just stating a consensus that all the Cloud Cavalry had tacitly accepted.

The girl glanced at the boy.

"You won't participate?"

He chewed and swallowed the orange peel, picked out two orange seeds, and spit them onto the ground under Jing Yuan's dark eyes, then waved his hands.

"I'm from the Tianbo Division. Why am I participating in your Cloud Cavalry's military performance?"

"If you want to come, no one will gossip."

The girl's eyes were burning.

"Come on, how many times have we fought in private? You've always won. Do you have to bring it to the public to humiliate me again to relieve your hatred?"

"That's what you asked me to do."

"Oh my, is this humiliating?"

"You never attack."

"You know I don't have that ability."

"I can't hurt you."

"vice versa."

Jingliu stared at the boy closely, and his persistence gave him a headache.

"Oh, uncle, just think of it as accompanying the master. You have nothing to do tomorrow, right?"

Jing Yuan, who had brought a broom and dustpan at some point, started sweeping up the orange segments and seeds that the two had thrown on the ground while helping his master.

"Forget it."

The boy stood up, patted his butt, turned around and walked into the house with his hands behind his back.

"I don't even use the sword, what's the point of having the title of Sword Master?"

Two young girls were left in the yard, looking at each other.

"Are you done resting?"

Mirror flow opening.

Jing Yuan's face froze, and he immediately looked at the back of the young man in the distance with a bitter look.

"Uncle Master! Don't abandon me!"

"You just spoke for your master, didn't you?"

The boy didn't even turn his head, but one could tell from his voice that he was gloating.

Amid Jing Yuan's wailing, this short rest period ended with the boy's departure.

............

......

"Hey! Look! Master Jingliu is coming out!"

"Are you still calling me Jingliu-sama? It's time to call me Jianshou!"

"The game hasn't even started yet, why are you in such a hurry?"

"What does this have to do with being anxious or not? Do you still think that anyone can beat her?"

"That's true... After all, Lord An Jing didn't come to participate. If he had come, maybe there would be some suspense."

"Hey? I don't like what you said. Who is An Jing to compare with our Master Jing Liu? Apart from being a little tougher, how can he challenge our Master Jing Liu? He has fought for so many years and has never killed any decent enemy alone!"

"What do you mean? Don't forget that Master An Jing is Jing Liu's senior brother, and they are from the same school. You don't really think he doesn't know swordsmanship, do you? It's just that our Master An Jing is kind-hearted and doesn't want to take all the credit. He took all the damage himself and left all the kills to his teammates! He's great, no need to say more!"

"One sword from Jingliu will kill Anjing in one second!"

"Seconds of seconds! An Jing devoured Jing Liu in one gulp!"

"A must-second!"

The conflict of opinions developed into verbal confrontation, which was then followed by emotional excitement and physical confrontation.

Conversations like these occurred in various places in the audience, and were not uncommon, causing great distress to the Cloud Cavalry who were maintaining order.

But all this has nothing to do with the two central figures in the conversation.

Jingliu walked onto the stage, somewhat absent-minded.

She kept thinking about the words that the boy said when she parted with him just now.

"When you become the Sword Master, I will give you a gift."

gift.

A familiar yet unfamiliar word.

How long has it been since he gave himself a gift?

The girl remembered clearly that in the first few years when they knew each other, the boy asked about her birthday, and every year on that day, he would give her some gifts that were not expensive but were full of thoughtfulness.

But later, as they grew older and became more familiar with each other, the laziness in the boy's bones combined with the leisure of the immortal species made it so that the boy probably didn't even remember Jingliu's birthday, let alone his own birthday.

At least, she never saw him mention his birthday again.

The word "gift" also disappeared from Jingliu's life along with the birthday.

She reached out and gently stroked the blue headband tied in her hair at the back of her head.

The boy once gave her an identical headband, a long, long time ago.

Jingliu cherishes it very much and is reluctant to take it with him, but he can't help but take it with him.

But time is merciless. No matter how much the girl cherishes it, it will be shattered into pieces by accidents again and again as time goes by, leaving only a few fragments, which are still kept in Jingliu's own small box.

But the boy stopped giving her new ones, and Jingliu couldn't ask for it, so she went to buy one herself.

gift.

She couldn't help but daydream.

What kind of gift would he give himself?

The more he fantasized, the more he looked forward to it. The more he looked forward to it, the stronger his desire for the position of Sword Master became.

That desire turned into momentum, making Jingliu's temperament even sharper. She opened her eyes, and her whole body was like a sword drawn from its sheath, with its edge fully exposed.

He turned his gaze towards the person standing opposite him and couldn't help but smile.

Jingliu raised his hand and the sword was unsheathed.

"Cloud Cavalry, Mirror Flow."

In front of her, a girl with white hair had an extremely forced smile on her face, uglier than crying, and raised her sword tremblingly.

"Yun, Yun Cavalry, Jing Yuan..."

Volume 1: Chapter 20: The King’s Holy Body is Born to Resist Falls!

"puff......"

When Jing Yuan, with a frustrated face, dragged his tired body back to the viewing room where An Jing was, the young man had already prepared himself mentally, but still couldn't hold it together for a moment.

“Ha↑ha→ha↑ha↑ha↑hehe↓hehe→hehe↑hehe↑hehe↑!”

Then there was a burst of almost insane laughter, occasionally accompanied by the sound of palms and thighs colliding.

"An Jing!!!"

Jing Yuan, who was already in a bad mood, could not stand such ridicule. For a moment, he was so angry that he forgot to respect his elders and called the boy's name with a red face.

"what's so funny!"

“Ha, hahaha—cough! Cough cough cough!”

The boy almost laughed himself into submission, and after coughing violently a few times, he was able to stabilize his facial expression.

"I, I think of something happy."

A few tears seeped out of the eye sockets as the tear glands were squeezed and were wiped away by the boy's hands.

"What's so happy?!"

"I have a friend who accidentally picked the candidate for the championship when the 256 were selected into the 128... and it was her master. Puhu→hei↑hei↓hei←hei↓hei→hei↑hei→hei!!!"

The boy, who hadn't even finished speaking, couldn't hold back his words, and felt that he had walked a little further on the road to happiness.

"You were obviously laughing at me!! You never stopped!!!"

Jing Yuan's face almost turned the same color as An Jing's, except that one was smiling, while the other was angry and embarrassed.

As soon as she said this, the boy laughed even more wildly, almost crazily, to the point where he was about to bend over and press his stomach.

The girl started to warn and warn directly, her temperature turned from yellow to red, and she pounced on him, sat on his legs and strangled his neck.

"I'll fight you!!"

The boy also cooperated very well, raising his body, rolling his eyes upwards and sticking out his tongue.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, hehe, ouch, hehe, haha, ouch--"

The door opened and closed again when neither of them was paying attention. Jing Liu walked in and the first person he saw was Jing Yuan riding on An Jing's legs.

The white-haired girl's pupils dilated slightly, her thoughts stopped for a moment, and then her expression immediately became gloomy.

He walked forward quickly, almost anxiously, grabbed Jingyuan's neck mercilessly, and lifted up the traitor.

"Nonsense!"

The harsh rebuke made Jing Yuan, who was still in a daze, subconsciously shrink his head. However, he had no time to vent the resentment in his heart. He could only turn it into grievance, but he dared not speak and stood aside like a minion.

"Even if we are just joking, you can't sit on your uncle's lap! How disrespectful!"

"me......"

Jing Yuan was a little unconvinced: "It's not like I didn't have that experience when I was a kid..."

"You also know how old you are? Go find a mirror and take a good look at your current appearance! You are almost taller than your uncle!"

"Cough-cough-"

An Jing could no longer sit still. His height was predetermined by Heaven, and he had no idea why he just didn't grow taller, and he still looked like a teenager after hundreds of years. But it was too humiliating for you to talk like that.

The girl glared at him fiercely, as if to say that she would deal with him later. Seeing how furious she was, the boy did not dare to offend her for a moment and diverted the first round of firepower to himself. He simply pretended to be in a trance again.

Jingliu looked at Jingyuan gloomily again.