I am a godslayer, not your hero.

"You want to play other dungeons because you are tired of this one!"

"Oh, can you understand?"

"I understand. I also wanted to play the 235th world instance because I was bored."

"Great! It's because I lost interest that I quietly waited for the end of the Knight War so that I could explore the mystery and find a way to go to other worlds."

The two of them got along better and better as they talked, as if they had found a long-lost confidant.

Their words were full of resonance and understanding; time passed quietly amid laughter and before they knew it, they had spent an unforgettable night.

When the morning light first appeared and the sunlight shone into the house through the curtains, Ming Xian, who was getting along very well with Fan Xinglu, made such a promise to her with a firm light in his eyes.

"If I can really find a way to give others divine blood, I will definitely give this power to you, so that you can have the opportunity to experience the joy of 'becoming an immortal through martial arts'."

Fan Xinglu, who was sitting on Mingxian's thigh, swayed her legs gently, with a childlike innocent smile on her face. She responded expectantly: "Then I will definitely have a good competition with you, and I will definitely make you feel unprecedented satisfaction!"

"Xinglu, you're awesome!"

Mingxian happily grabbed Fan Xinglu's waist with both hands, lifted her up high with a slight lift, and started spinning in the air.

"You are treating me like a child."

Fan Xinglu said this nonchalantly, her pearly teeth showing as she looked into Mingxian's eyes.

"Hahaha--"

The laughter of the two people intertwined, as clear and pleasant as silver bells, echoing throughout the room.

Rather than being a tacit understanding based on similar interests, it is more like a mutual appreciation based on similar interests.

……

Huangchen Hall, the audience room.

This is where Fan Xinglu makes his plans, and every brick and tile seems to be engraved with the changes in the world dragon.

As the student union president of Jielong, Fan Xinglu has a heavy burden on her shoulders, but she can find fun in even the trivial chores and turn them into a bright spot in her life.

At this moment, in the audience room, Zhao Hufeng stood quietly, wearing a Jielong uniform, with a petite figure, a gentle and proper face, long hair like a waterfall, and an appearance like a girl next door, gentle and lovely.

In fact, he is Fan Xinglu's favorite disciple, good at physical skills, and is a real man.

Zhao Hufeng had been waiting here for a long time, feeling helpless about his master's temper, but also filled with an indescribable loyalty and respect.

Just as he was immersed in his thoughts, Fan Xinglu arrived late, as usual.

The only difference is that there is a young boy beside her.

The two behaved intimately, just like a brother and his younger sister walking in the world.

"Oh, Hufeng, are you here already?" Fan Xinglu's voice was clear and pleasant. "Sorry, sorry, I'm late."

Zhao Hufeng stood up upon hearing the voice, knelt on one knee, and performed the ancient Chinese ritual - the fist-clasping salute. His respectfulness could not conceal the doubts in his heart.

"Who is this?"

Fan Xinglu nodded slightly, her eyes full of joy.

"This is my new friend. Although he is young, he is very talented. I wanted to show him my martial arts, but considering my young age, I have to trouble you."

After saying that, she pointed to the seat next to the carved pear wood table and motioned Mingxian to sit down and wait.

Mingxian nodded slightly and sat down calmly.

Fan Xinglu sat directly on Mingxian's thighs, swinging her legs constantly, waiting boredly.

This scene was like a bolt from the blue to Zhao Hufeng, shocking his worldview.

He looked at the intimacy between his master and the young man, feeling mixed emotions.

what happened?

It’s amazing that Master could be so intimate with others.

How can this be?

I must be dreaming...

Zhao Hufeng pinched his face and felt the pain before he was sure it was not a dream.

Calm down, calm down, find a time machine first...

No!

Zhao Hufeng suddenly stood up and asked, "Master, who is this person?"

Ming Xian raised his eyelids and said seriously: "In fact, there was a small-scale falling star rain before the falling star rain, and naturally there was also a star vein generation, which was called magicians and immortals at that time."

"Xinglu is an immortal who has existed in the world since the Tang Dynasty. He has accumulated his strength through the art of longevity, and his current body is the product of the transformation after the reincarnation technique."

"I was her husband in ancient times, but we separated due to various reasons."

"Now is the time to renew our relationship."

After the words fell, Fan Xinglu observed Zhao Hufeng's reaction with great interest. She saw that his face first turned red, then blue, and then green. It was very interesting.

“Ahhhhhh!!!”

Zhao Hufeng let out a loud scream.

He believed it.

Just when I was feeling dizzy, the door opened slightly and two completely different figures walked in one after another.

The first person to step in had eyes as sharp as an eagle's and a resolute face. Even through his clothes, his strong physique was enough to make people feel a power that should not be underestimated.

Following closely behind him, a woman with long wavy light brown hair walked in. She had delicate features, deep contours, and an outstanding appearance, with a bit of the mystery and nobility of her European ancestry.

She was wearing the Kairyu Academy uniform, which was quite bold and revealing in design, perfectly showing off her graceful figure and fair skin. She was as crystal clear as dewdrops in a summer morning, exuding the unique charm and temptation of a mature woman.

But beneath this beauty, there is a subtle laziness hidden.

They were Fan Xinglu’s eldest disciple Wu Xiaohui and second disciple Seshili Wang.

As the two entered the door, they saluted subconsciously, but suddenly froze halfway through.

Fan Xinglu's posture of sitting on a young boy's thigh is too impactful!

Fan Xinglu was in a good mood, shaking her calves under the table and pointing at Wu Xiaohui, "This is my most proud disciple, but also my most incompetent disciple."

"If the so-called apprentice means inheriting the master's skills, this kid is definitely the best in this regard."

"My young body cannot satisfy you, so let Xiao Hui accompany you."

Ming Xian: “…”

Is there something wrong with this statement?

“I can’t accept this!”

Zhao Hufeng shouted excitedly, "Master, what about the husband in ancient times? It's already outrageous! But compared to this, Master is only nine years old now! How can it be possible? If we want to continue our relationship, we should at least wait until we are adults!"

Wu Xiaohui was stunned for a moment, thought for a while, and seemed to understand something. He clasped his fists towards Mingxian and said, "Greetings, Master."

"So that's how it is. This is really shocking." Serhili opened her eyes lazily, not looking frightened at all.

I always feel that the joke has gone a bit too far.

Ming Xian then spoke: "I just said that casually. I am not an ancient immortal. I just met Xinglu yesterday."

Zhao Hufeng was stunned on the spot. After a while, he asked in confusion: "But what are you doing..."

The three of them looked at Ming Xian and Fan Xinglu at the same time.

The girl sat happily on Mingxian's thighs, which seemed a little too intimate.

Ming Xian explained: "It's nothing, I just think that Xinglu is really great. My love for fighting and the never-extinguished fighting spirit in my body are really top-notch!"

"You have a really good eye!" Fan Xinglu also praised with a smile: "Not only do you have a pair of discerning eyes, but you also have the instinct to pursue victory. You are simply a natural warrior. You are really the person who can satisfy me the most."

"Of course. I am a warrior who has crossed the apocalypse and eternal calamity. Star Dew is powerful. The fighting spirit is like wine, the older it gets, the better it tastes. It's a pity that I can't taste it now."

"That's the benefit of living a long life. You get to meet someone as interesting as you!"

The two of them were like this, using words as wind and admiration as a boat to sail into each other's hearts.

Mingxian and Fan Xinglu kept expressing their liking for each other.

It is so sad and moving.

When the three bystanders, Wu Xiaohui, Se Xili and Zhao Hufeng, saw this scene for the first time, they couldn't help but murmur in their hearts.

It is so unreal that ancient immortals are reborn in this world and continue their past relationships!

Now, looking at the tacit understanding and harmony between the two, just like the mountains and rivers sharing the same color, the sun and the moon shining together, they actually feel...

Is this relationship real?

The three of them looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

After a while, Fan Xinglu said with a lingering feeling: "Okay, Xiaohui, show him your martial arts."

"Yes."

Wu Xiaohui nodded immediately.

Ming Xian also stood up, stretched out his arms lightly, like an ancient pine tree welcoming guests, and slowly placed Fan Xinglu on the ground. Then he stretched out his body, like a flying swallow on the water, with light steps, and quietly approached Wu Xiaohui.

He threw a feint punch, which seemed to contain a tremendous force, and one could almost feel the invisible pressure in the air.

Wu Xiaohui reacted quickly, stomping her leg on the ground, raising dust, and swirling her right arm like a sparrow's tail, with smooth and powerful movements.

Rotate your back and use the momentum to attack.

Boom!

The probing punch was broken, but Ming Xian landed on the ground with both feet, his dragon spine spread out, and a dragon roar came from his body.

He flipped his palm and slapped Wu Xiaohui's chest.

Wu Xiaohui infuses her hands and feet with the power of the stars, forming a sharp contrast with Ming Xian's seemingly mortal body.

The two collided head-on, and the sound of the collision was like the collapse of the sky and the earth.

The brilliance of the star power and the strength of Mingxian's body are intertwined together, emitting a dazzling light.

Wu Xiaohui's body seemed to have turned into an indestructible weapon; his elbows, legs, knees and even head all became his weapons of attack.

As it was swung wildly, strong winds whistled and the force was astonishing.

Each strike was accompanied by the sound of whistling wind, pouring all down on the strings.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

This was not the sound of flesh and blood colliding, but more like the sound of metal colliding.

Upon seeing this, Seshili and Zhao Hufeng dodged the aftermath that was enough to shock their souls.

Zhao Hufeng moved faster, while Sershili was a little slower, but both remained vigilant, watching this incredible duel.

"Who on earth is this person?"

Zhao Hufeng's eyes flickered slightly, full of confusion.

He noticed that there was no fluctuation of star power in Ming Xian's body, as if he was completely relying on his mortal body to fight with Wu Xiaohui.

Seeing this, Serhili couldn't help but reach out and touch her chest, feeling a surge of fear in her heart: "This man... is his skeleton really made of steel?"

It is really unbelievable that he could fight a master like Wu Xiaohui to such a level with just physical strength. This scene is full of absurdity and unbelievability.

But when I think of the moon in the sky and the chaotic world, it doesn't seem so absurd.

People from parallel worlds are about to invade this world. What's so surprising about that?

Mingxian and Wu Xiaohui moved slowly during the audience, like two dancing clouds, light yet sharp.

In a blink of an eye, a hundred moves have passed.

Suddenly, Ming Xian's movements changed abruptly, and his momentum was like frozen ice. He took only one step forward and the fist arrived. The trajectory of the swung fist was exactly the same as Wu Xiaohui's moves, as precise as a mirror image.

boom!boom!

The sound of the two fists colliding was crisp and heavy, exploding in the air and echoing endlessly.

Wu Xiaohui was extremely shocked and found it unbelievable that Ming Xian could master and copy her moves in an instant, but she immediately focused her eyes and quickly adjusted her mentality.

Various martial arts techniques poured out like a spring, trying to break this sudden deadlock.