They respect strength, but they respect strength that is washed away with blood.

For example, Mr. Wen.

The moment Feng Xingying took action, he knew who he was. Murong Wenxuan's sword technique was taught by Ye Jingning himself and he also received guidance from Qin Molin. When Feng Xingying was still Ye Ying, they also practiced swords together.

But Murong Wenxuan probably wouldn't recognize Feng Xingying anymore. She is no longer Ye Ying, but Feng Xingying, whose sword skills have changed more and more profound sword intent.

Murong Wenxuan was convinced in this battle, but he asked Feng Xingying with a smile:

"I have never heard of Lingshan Sword Sect having such sword skills. You should not be from Lingshan Sword Sect."

"No." Feng Xingying replied according to the truth: "Meeting is fate. Since I have come to the curse land, I also need allies."

"Very good. Our Wen Zhan Hall welcomes you and your friends. From now on, you will be the elder of my Wen Zhan Hall."

"It's better to obey your orders than to be respectful."

The two swordsmanship intersected each other and formed friendship, which became a good story in Wangshui City since then.

Later, Mr. Wen personally took Feng Xingying to the branch of Wen Zhan Hall in Wangshui City, where he held a banquet to host Elder Qin and the people of Lingshan Sword Sect.

Their characteristics are the lively and delicious wine, singing and dancing in Wangshui City.

Because the people in Wangshui City live on the line of life and death every day, and maybe they will die tomorrow, so why are you still struggling with?

Enjoy what you should enjoy, and if you should enjoy your grudges, you should avenge your grudges, and if you like any girl, you should confess your love.

I have loved, hated, and lived freely. I will drink and have fun tomorrow.

Such a cheerful but slightly rough atmosphere is not something Feng Xingying likes, but it is not difficult to accept.

Especially the people in Wen Zhan Hall are so bold. After drinking wine, Feng Xingying was confessed to her by more than a dozen girls.

The poor Qiu Yutian was confessed to her by more than 30 men. If Feng Xingying hadn't been covering her, such a beautiful girl would have been forcibly dragged away by someone to communicate with her body.

Feng Xingying and Qiu Yutian exchanged glances and reached a tacit understanding in an instant.

The Feng Xingying sword light circled around and cut off one hand directly. The hand was reaching on Qiu Yutian's thigh, and Feng Xingying used violence to fight violence.

"Everyone, I will be rude to my wife again. I don't recognize anyone." Feng Xingying blew gently, and bloody flowers on the silver-white sword fell to the ground, turning back to Chengliang and smooth color.

In the curse land, there is no need to think about reasoning or murdering people and offending people.

Because it is popular to use killing to communicate here.

If you are not ruthless, others will be ruthless. Either you eat people or be eaten by others.

Feng Xingying doesn’t want to be entangled by women. If she is really touched, what if she finds her identity?

Moreover, she always felt a little guilty towards Qiu Yutian, and she just happened to protect her once at this time.

Let Qiu Yutian take the title of her wife, which is a kind of protection for both of them.

When he heard that Qiu Yutian was Elder Qin's woman, the restless men in Wen Zhantang were at peace.

But the girls who were entangled with Feng Xingying refused to give up and tried to poach them one by one.

One of the women gave Feng Xingying the reason: "Qin Jianzun, your moves just now are so handsome. As long as you do it once, even if it is only once, it will be worth it for the rest of your life."

"..." Feng Xingying wanted to cry.

"Elder Qin, the night is slow, but I want A Lian to wait for you to sleep? Don't worry, A Lian will never bother you in the future if she only has a romantic night."
Chapter completed!