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Yanqing stood still. He always respected his teachers and elders and never got angry easily.

But this little girl in front of him first said that he was inferior to a senior sister he had never met, and then criticized his swordsmanship to the point of being completely incomprehensible.

He can ignore what others say about him, but he cannot ignore what others make fun of his master.

He took a deep breath and tried to keep his voice polite.

"Little friend, you're young, I won't hold it against you."

But what you just said not only belittled my swordsmanship, but also fabricated a senior sister who never existed.

It also involved the name of General Jingyuan.

I can't pretend I didn't hear about these things.

If you're truly capable, then let your abilities speak for themselves.

Kagami Ryu stood with her hands on her hips, looking up at him:

"What, you're not convinced? Then do you dare to compete with me in killing more enemies?"

There are still many people ahead of us who have received the secret teachings of the Medicine King. Let's see who can kill more.

The loser must address the other person as "senior."

Yanqing looked into her defiant eyes, remained silent for a moment, and then nodded solemnly:

"Why wouldn't I dare? But swords and blades have no eyes, so be careful."

"You're the one who should be careful."

After Jingliu finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at Qiye.

Qi Ye knelt down and gently tidied her wind-blown white hair, then sighed helplessly:

"Alright, Master, you can go now. But promise me you won't rush too far ahead, and just be careful."

Jingliu tiptoed and patted his head, saying maturely,

"Good boy, wait for your master to come back and count your spoils."

Then he turned and walked towards the front line.

Qi Ye straightened up and watched Jing Liu stride towards the battlefield with his short legs.

Looking at Yanqing standing seriously beside him, he suddenly realized that fate is indeed a mysterious thing.

Yanqing probably never imagined that he was actually having a sword fight with his own grandmaster.

And he, as the senior uncle, just stood there watching his grandmaster bully his junior nephew.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth and cast a sympathetic glance at Yanqing's back.

Young man, you probably don't know who you're dealing with yet.

Fu Xuan reorganized the army and walked to Qi Ye's side.

Looking ahead, a short figure was holding a long sword made of condensed ice.

She walked side by side with a boy who was much taller than her towards the enemy.

She turned to look at Qi Ye, and said with concern:

"I hope nothing bad has happened to your master."

She was still just a child; while her previous sword strike was stunning, her stamina wouldn't last long.

"Don't worry, no one can defeat her when my master takes action."

Qi Ye said confidently:

The subsequent progress was almost unbelievably smooth.

Fu Xuan led the main force of the Cloud Cavalry to advance steadily forward.

Yanqing led the charge against the secrets of the Medicine King encountered along the way, but he hadn't even had a chance to draw his sword yet.

A silver-white sword light had already struck down before he could.

Jingliu unleashed a series of fierce attacks with his ice sword.

Each sword strike precisely cuts into the vital points of the Medicine King's secret techniques, despite his small stature.

Her swordplay was so fierce that it was completely unlike that of a seven or eight-year-old girl.

Those who had been transformed by the power of abundance were like paper in her presence.

One sword strike, one kill; swift and clean, not even a sliver of sword energy was wasted.

Yanqing followed behind her, drawing his sword several times.

Before the sword was even drawn, the enemy had already been cleaved away by Mirror Style's ice sword.

He silently sheathed his sword again, a complex expression of shock and resentment appearing on his handsome face.

He tried to flank a few stragglers, but the mirror flow was too fast.

He had only taken two steps when those who had slipped through the net fell to her sword.

He didn't manage to get a single kill.

The Cloud Cavalry soldiers went from being shocked at first to becoming used to it.

An old soldier patted a new recruit on the shoulder, looking like he'd seen it all before, and said...

"See that? That's what you call a master. Don't underestimate this little girl just because she's short."

That one sword strike was more effective than our entire team combined.

The recruit swallowed hard and nodded vigorously.

The team advanced all the way to the entrance of Dan Ding Si.

Fu Xuan commanded the Cloud Cavalry to quickly control the exit and set up a defensive line, while the wounded were carried aside to rest.

Qi Ye treated each of the wounded Yunqi soldiers one by one, slapping each one he saw, busy and happy.

Several Yunqi soldiers who had just been healed by him sat to the side resting, still discussing the one-sided competition they had just witnessed.

A young soldier whose arm had just been reattached whispered to his colleague beside him:

"Mr. Qiye is truly a miracle doctor. My arm was just broken, but he patted it and it was fine."

I once saw a guy whose neck was broken, but he survived after Mr. Qiye patted him.

He's an absolute genius, a true genius!

A veteran whose chest wound had just been treated nodded and added:

"That little girl is truly a hidden talent."

I just saw her cleave three people who were disciples of the Medicine King's secrets into the air with a single sword strike. Her swordsmanship was even more impressive than that of Yan Qingxiaowei.

That guy is a recognized genius in Luofu, and today he was outshone by a little girl.

I barely drank any soup from beginning to end.

Seeing the expression on his face as he sheathed his sword, I felt a pang of self-doubt.

Jingliu was leaning against Qiye's legs, a look of lingering satisfaction on his face.

Qi Ye looked down at her and asked with a smile.

"Is Master tired?"

Jingliu shook his head, but then let out a small yawn.

Qi Ye bent down, picked her up, and let her ride on his shoulders.

Jingliu held his head, buried his face in his hair, and mumbled something.

"My disciple, I am far superior to him!"

As Qi Ye felt the weight on his head getting heavier and heavier, he couldn't help but smile.

Where did that cold and aloof master go?

The little girl in front of him was dozing off on his head.

He was like a completely different person from the Sword Master in his memory who never even raised an eyelid when he was being reprimanded.

On the other side, Yanqing sat on the stone steps, her delicate face filled with existential doubt.

He looked down at his sword, the blade reflecting his shocked gaze.

He had just witnessed the white-haired little girl kill one enemy with a single sword strike, swiftly and decisively.

Several times he tried to draw his sword, but before he could even unsheathe it, the enemy had already been cleaved away. He didn't manage to get a single head from beginning to end.

Did he recall what his master had said before?

"There are no shortcuts in swordsmanship. I've taught you everything I could; the rest is up to you to figure out."

His master did teach him everything, but never told him anything.

A little girl who looks seven or eight years old can easily overpower the swordsmanship he has practiced for so many years.

Yanqing suppressed his shock and decided to spar with the little guy again later.

To determine exactly how big the gap is between her and myself.