In Sumeru, pretend to be a scholar

Even a witch like Nicole, who escaped divine retribution, still retains this nature.

Ziqiao said she liked it, so she had to answer Wang Yan's question...

Wang Yan believed this answer.

Chapter 130 Ying: Who? I hit Wang Yan? (10,000 words per day, please subscribe)

"Then I would like to ask, from what source does the responsibility that comes with the blessing of angels come?"

Wang Yan asked directly.

Paimon tilted his head and said, "Is it really okay to talk about this kind of topic here?"

Ziqiao looked at her: "Didn't you notice that when we talked about Yan Jun, the surrounding sounds were already cut off?"

"Huh?" Paimon was startled and looked around. Sure enough, he found that the people around him seemed not to have heard what was being said at all.

"Wow, that's amazing! How did you do that?" Paimon exclaimed in astonishment.

"Isn't this a normal method?" Ziqiao glanced at Paimon with the look of someone looking at an illiterate person. Ying, standing to the side, unconsciously lowered her head. "Do you need me to teach you? You'll learn quickly."

Angels do indeed have a strong desire to teach others.

"Oh, no, no, I'd better not." Paimon quickly waved his hand and retreated in alarm.

The fluorescent light dipped even lower, as if there was something wonderful on the ground.

"Tsk...the kids these days really don't like to study." Ziqiao shook his head, then looked at Wang Yan again. "The angelic blessing brings responsibility, but where does its root come from? Good question, but..."

Her voice trailed off slightly.

Wang Yan looked at him: "Didn't you say it was because you liked him?"

Why is there another "but"?

"Oh dear, it's because we can't let the little ones become dependent. We always have to set some tests or something. Even if it's planting grain, you have to take care of the fields to reap the harvest," Ziqiao said angrily. "You can't expect something for nothing."

Who said that?

I like getting something for nothing.

It's nice to get something for nothing for a short time, and it's even better to keep getting something for nothing in the long run!

Wang Yan inwardly complained, but didn't dare say it aloud. He just shook his head and said, "Then why don't I wait for Zibai? Anyway, Zibai owes me a favor."

"Owe you a favor? Oh, it's the one you translated, 'Langfeng·Zibai'." Ziqiao nodded slightly, but still said, "Even if Zibai is resurrected, our three souls have been separated for so long, she needs time to regain her senses. Are you sure you can get the answer immediately?"

These words made Wang Yan somewhat worried.

In the story, Zibe was indeed somewhat mentally unstable after his resurrection.

They even left players with a trap involving the Rock Lord Tianxing, and then claimed they had forgotten about it.

At that time, Wang Yan, who was playing the game, was so angry that he laughed.

If after being resurrected, he says he forgot or can't remember anything about the angel... wouldn't Wang Yan be so angry he'd cry?

After thinking for a while, Wang Yan looked at Zi Qiao and asked, "So how do you want to test me? By asking questions, setting up traps, or doing something else?"

"Ok?"

Wang Yan's question made Zi Qiao hesitate.

Yeah, what kind of tests should we set?

Too difficult is no good, and too easy is no good either.

The key issue is that, given my current state, I don't have much energy to do this.

As he pondered, Ziqiao's gaze swept over Ying, who was counting ants with her head down, and her eyes suddenly lit up: "I've got it!"

Wang Yan: "What?"

"Hmph, let's have a fight." Ziqiao pointed at Wang Yan, then at Ying. "If you win, I'll tell you the answer; otherwise, if she wins, I'll grant her request."

Ying suddenly looked up: "Who? Me?"

She pointed at herself, looking completely bewildered.

“Yes, yes, different people come seeking answers with different purposes, but the frail angel can only give one answer. The two sides begin to confront each other, fighting for the answers they seek!” Ziqiao nodded earnestly, “That’s it! Oh, oh, oh, that’s fantastic!”

"It always feels like the angels we meet are somewhere between reliable and unreliable," Paimon whispered.

However, Wang Yan was not surprised at all.

Ziqiao has a somewhat comical personality, which Wang Yan noticed in the story.

She solemnly declined Zhongli's invitation, but as Zhongli was about to leave, she quickly called him back, saying, "The God of Contracts shouldn't be like this!"

In conclusion, as the human soul of Zibai, Ziqiao is indeed the most human-like of the Three Corpse Gods.

"But this isn't a place for fighting, is it?" Ying looked at the crowd of people coming and going around her.

Ziqiao: "Hmm? These days, little ones, don't they have a place to practice their skills anymore?"

"A training ground..." Ying frowned slightly. "The Thousand Rock Army does have one, but the Lantern Festival is a busy time for them. Should we go and borrow a venue from them now..."

Filming is delaying other people's work.

Wang Yan's eyes lit up slightly as he pondered.

Wang Yan could accept, and was even willing to, fight Ying.

The reason is simple: Wang Yan doesn't know what stage his current combat strength is at.

In terms of combat, Falushan had also taught him, but Wang Yan had never actually fought in a real battle.

The only time he killed someone was when he used a crossbow to remotely kill a criminal gang, under the protection of He Yao's multifaceted body.

With the blessing and language of angels, and having just completed the "Seventy-Two Cyclones of Light", Wang Yan really wanted to test his combat skills.

"How about we go to sea for a battle?" Wang Yan looked at Ying.

Ying was taken aback: "At sea?"

She's famously water-soluble... Just kidding, but how do you fight at sea? Are you going to fight while flying?

“I can create an ice sheet at sea. If you can solve the problem of the Thousand Rock Army, we can have a match,” Wang Yan said with a smile.

Actually, this kind of behavior is very conspicuous.

But... Wang Yan is, after all, a young man in his early twenties.

After transmigrating, I have been cautious for a long time, and now I have finally gained some power that is presentable.

He wanted to give it a try too.

“That’s definitely no problem. We still have some influence in Liyue.” Paimon said smugly, hands on his hips.

Ying glared at Paimon, but nodded anyway: "As long as no one gets hurt, it'll be fine."

Given the level of protection afforded to the people of Liyue, if two people were to fight at sea, as long as it didn't affect ordinary people, most people could probably just watch it as a performance.

"Okay, then follow me."

Wang Yan walked directly to the extended pier and made his way to the seaside.

Watching the waves recede and crash against him, Wang Yan stretched out his right hand, and the "Seventy-Two Cyclone Beams" detached from his wrist, transforming into a cube that began to fly around him.

"Freeze it!"

Wang Yan pointed, and the "Seventy-Two Cyclone Blades" flew out instantly. Ice element runes appeared on its surface, and the surrounding temperature dropped rapidly. In the blink of an eye, a large area of ​​the sea outside the pier was frozen and continued to spread.

"Wow, the last time I saw a scene like this was with Shen He," Paimon muttered.

Ying, on the other hand, scrutinized Wang Yan, confirming that she did not see the Eye of God on him.

Ying is quite knowledgeable; besides herself, she has seen many others who can use elemental power without the Eye of God.

But these beings, more or less, all have some kind of status.

Demon gods like the Seven Gods, the Abyss Order that forcibly manipulates elemental power with the power of the abyss, and Skork who can manifest elemental power in a simulated form…

I've seen Yingdu before, but Wang Yan's seems different from the others.

His gaze then turned to Ziqiao beside him. Could the other's power be related to the angel's blessing he had just mentioned?

Ying thought to herself.

While she was thinking, Wang Yan had already finished setting up the venue, which had even attracted the attention of some people around.

He just blocked out the sound, but passersby aren't blind; they could definitely see such a big movement.

"What are you trying to do?"

"Special performance at the Lantern Festival?"

"Wow, I knew the people of Liyue Harbor knew how to have fun."

"Hey, are those travelers over there?"

"Yes, yes, the one next to her is her partner Paimon. I've met them before."

"Could it be that the Seven Stars invited the Traveler to perform?"

"Ah? Really fake?"

"This trip to Liyue was totally worth it."

Pedestrians, tourists, and even the patrolling Thousand Rock Army all turned their attention to it, and discussions arose.

Ziqiao liked the lively scene and gently nudged Ying: "It's your turn."

Ying wasn't shy at all; she'd seen plenty of dramatic scenes. She reached out and grasped the rock-chopping tool, then leaped and landed steadily on the ice floes.

"Come!"

She held the sword in one hand, the tip pointing directly at Wang Yan.

Wang Yan, of course, wouldn't refuse, and waved his hand: "Feng."

The ice element runes on the surface of "Seventy-Two Cyclone Brightness" faded away, and wind element runes emerged. A gentle breeze surrounded Wang Yan, lifting him up and slowly landing him on the ice.

A pupil contractes, multiple elements?

Before she could speak, Wang Yan had already assumed a fighting stance: "Watch out."

"A fierce storm."

The first move was their own mentor's signature skill.

"Seventy-two Xuanming" trembled slightly, wind element runes flashed, and a pale blue gust of wind suddenly shot out, heading straight for Ying, who was holding the sword in front.

With a flick of his wrist, Ying attempted to cleave the rocks, causing a blue light of wind element to emanate from them. He slashed vertically with his sword, and the blue sword wind collided with the fierce wind wave. With a soft "poof," the two wind element forces canceled each other out, turning into scattered air currents that caused fragments to float on the ice surface.

A low gasp escaped from the crowd.

"It's the wind element!"

"Both of them use wind!"

Before the eyes could fully open, the runes on the surface of the tooth-shaped object were moved to his side, turning crimson.

"fire."

Dozens of fist-sized fireballs condensed around the magical artifact, trailing fiery tails as they shot towards Yingzhuan.

Her pupils contracted. Although it's true that it's easily soluble in water, losing the ice beneath her feet on the sea would indeed be a major disadvantage for her.

In an instant, she made a judgment.

He took a step forward, and at the same time, the sword turned, its blue light flowing, and a thin film of water covered the blade.

She swung her sword horizontally, the water sword drawing arcs of light as it collided with several fireballs—

laugh!

Evaporation reaction!

Steam burst open, white mist filled the air, and the fireball was neutralized by the water element.

But that wasn't enough; more fireballs were still falling.

Ying pressed his left hand down in mid-air, and a rocky yellow light surged from his palm, forming a rocky barrier that rose from the ice and blocked his way.