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Feng Xingying suddenly turned his head and asked, "Senior, I think you look familiar. Have we seen it somewhere?"

"No, absolutely not." The old man shook his head quickly.

"Is that?" Feng Xingying smiled with a smile on the corner of her lips: "It should be. But I think a friend you know looks a bit like."

"Hehe, the little girl is joking. People have two eyes, one nose and one mouth." The old man looked kind.

"Well, so I look like you, and I may not be a family." Feng Xingying's giant sword in his hand and bowed: "Goodbye, I think we will see you again."

This time, Feng Xingying really turned around and left.

The sword used by Feng Xingying in daily life, named Xihuang, is a relic left to her by her mother. It has been refined by Feng Xingying and combined with her star stone into one. Even if the sword is lost, Feng Xingying can find it back with just one idea.

So on weekdays, Feng Xingying's Xihuang Sword either turns into a hairpin on his head or turns into a fiery red bracelet and wears it on his wrist.

The main practitioner of Feng Xingying is not a sword, so there is no need for sword-wrapping ceremony for sword-wrapping people.

The so-called sword-holding ceremony means that when they bow and bow on their hands, they hold their own spiritual sword in their arms to show respect.

Feng Xingying did this suddenly, not showing off or changing careers.

"Oh no, I've been plotted against by this little girl!"

When Feng Xingying walked out of the door, the old man laughed: "It's interesting, what a smart little girl. She actually knows how to use Xihuang Sword to test me. What did she say just now?"

"Master, he said she looks like you." A young man with a head and eyebrows suddenly appeared beside the old man. With such a clear sign, only Ye Huohuo, the senior brother of Star Academy.

"Does it look like it? It looks like it very much?" The old man was a little inexplicably excited and grabbed Ye Huohuo's arm.

"Yes, Master, it's a bit like."

"Where do I look like a girl?" The old man stopped doing it again and curled his lips disrespectfully for the old man.

"Eyes, still have momentum, and aura. She is very good and can inherit your temperament."

The old man nodded in approval, looked at the door that no one could enter again, and rubbed his smooth hands excitedly:

"Qiuqiu, what do you think of Qin Molin?"

"In terms of strength, he is a well-deserved strong man, and he can lead the way for at least 6300 years. But if I were a woman, I would never choose such a man."

Ye Huohuo analyzed with a serious look on his face:

"According to the information I have obtained, Qin Molin is very strong, but he is quite conceited, selfish, cold-blooded and ruthless.

Qin Molin is the third son of the head of Linshan family, also known as the third son of Qin San. His mother was born in a lowly state, and his status in Linshan was very embarrassing and should not be qualified to inherit the head of the family.

I heard that Qin Molin was introverted since childhood and behaved differently than ordinary people. When he was a teenager, he seized the treasure of Linshan and fled to Linshan to see, abandoned his relatives and loved ones, refused to recognize the clan, and cut off contact with his parents.

Some people also say that Qin Molin left Linshan maybe because he awakened the bloodline of the gods. Otherwise, he would not have advanced so quickly.

And the awakening of every god's bloodline will break the balance of Great 6, and his enemies are also many.

If Feng Xingying stays by his side, it will easily be affected. And his selfish and cold personality may not necessarily control Feng Xingying.

Of course, these are just intelligence analysis, and the accuracy should be high, but there will inevitably be some mistakes. After all, human feelings are the most complicated things.

I hope that none of these are true.”
Chapter completed!