This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

Although the boy seems to be not very smart, he is unexpectedly a martial arts genius. He has mastered the rudiments of sword skills before he even reached adulthood. The Qi family can be said to have a successor.

An Ling had long guessed that this young man should be the young master of the Qi family. She had just been very angry with Qi Zhankou, and now she had finally found a "punching bag" who was eager to be beaten. She once again ignored the lessons she learned from Qi Zhankou, and was still so ostentatious and youthful. When she saw someone of similar age to her, she couldn't help but feel itchy and eager to prove her ability through fighting.

On the other hand, the young man here closed his eyes tightly, brewing the sword intent. In his mind, he tried hard to recall the scenes of fighting on the battlefield, imagining those bloody and cruel and tragic scenes...

He kept stroking the hilt of the knife, and then in a flash, he felt something in his heart, his eyes suddenly opened, and he took a big step forward and swung the knife towards An Ling!

An Ling felt the murderous aura coming towards her and finally laughed. Although this guy's martial arts skills were far inferior to hers, his comprehension was quite good. With just this sword intent, he could already compete with some weaker cultivators, such as Qingfeng Guanren! Of course, this was when the opponent used magic. If the cultivator did not use magic, then ten Wu Yus combined would not be able to stop the boy's sword.

This is not wrong. Even a martial artist with great talent like the young master of the Qi family can only barely reach the minimum threshold of becoming a cultivator.

The cultivators in the world have an additional source of power called "spiritual power", plus many magical techniques, which naturally creates a huge gap between them and the mortals who practice martial arts. The gap is so big that it can even be described as "the difference between immortals and mortals".

But An Ling never believed in the idea of ​​immortals and mortals. She and Canglan Sword Immortal had the same idea, that is, cultivators were just a group of mortals who knew magic. How could they really think of themselves as "immortals"? There were also many people who practiced martial arts that cultivators could not catch up with, such as this guy who would definitely be one of them in the future.

An Ling's eyes were fixed on the figure of the young man. She held the sword behind her back with her left hand and pointed her right hand forward, smiling, "Your sword intention is really good. It seems that I came to the right place in Tianxing this time." She saluted her opponent with her sword finger, meaning "please teach me". Then, she turned her palm and held the sword in her left hand. The moment she held the sword, the mayfly sword intention automatically attached to this ordinary long sword, and the inky light instantly transformed it into a magic weapon.

The young man's sword intent, which has not yet been fully formed, is surging and powerful, full of the heroic spirit of a man on the battlefield. Although it has not yet taken shape, the strong wind has already reached An Ling. His sword intent carries the shadow of the previous two spear techniques, blocking the surroundings tightly. It also integrates the changes in sword techniques with his own perception. It can be said that there is no flaw, and it even has a hint of the aura of a master. He is truly a genius!

However, compared with the sword intent that An Ling learned from the nameless swordsman's earth-shaking sword of creation, the sword intent he learned from the battlefield was not complete and was a little unfamiliar.

An Ling felt the trend of the sword's intent. As smart as she was, she only used an ordinary sword stabbing move to break the momentum and completely dissolve the boy's sword intent, which was strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

An Ling's sharp sword was able to break the knife's force with ease, and it was now gently landing on the boy's neck. It was obvious that the outcome had been decided.

She smiled confidently, made a beautiful sword flower, held the sword behind her back, handed it to the boy, and said, "Thank you."

The boy's temper was completely different from his sword intent. He said to An Ling seriously, "You are very powerful, and I didn't let you win. I lost because I wasn't powerful enough." He bent down slightly, turned his face and said, "I lost, hit me."

His behavior made An Ling feel a little at a loss. This guy was too naive... Now she felt embarrassed to ask him to really fight her. After all, she had some friendship with his father. She should just give Qi Zhankou some face...

An Ling coughed and said, "Young Master is a skilled martial artist and a very good person. It seems that General Weiyuan's education is really great. Let's forget about this matter and just treat it as making friends."

"No!" Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, the young man slapped himself angrily and said, "A gentleman's promise is worth a thousand gold. I will never break a promise!" In An Ling's shocked eyes, he slapped himself on the other side. Wow, now the two sides are finally symmetrical, but they look red and swollen, which really destroys the beauty.

Yes, let me emphasize this point again, maybe it's because fools have good fortune, this young man with excellent martial arts talent has a pretty face, which is totally inconsistent with his identity.

An Ling's mouth twitched as she watched the boy slap himself in the face, and she was completely confused: Are people nowadays so individualistic?

"Master An, just let him go." The old butler came over and said to An Ling cheerfully, "If you try to stop the young master by force, he will get angry."

"Hello, butler." An Ling bowed to the old butler, and the old butler was so scared that he quickly said that he was not worthy of such a bow.

An Ling just smiled and said: "Respecting the old and loving the young is a virtue. Old man, you have worked hard and made so many contributions to Tianxing and the General's Mansion. What is there to be unworthy of?"

The flattery made the old butler very happy. He laughed out loud, and the more he looked at An Ling, the more he liked her. So the two of them began to chat about family matters, accompanied by the sound of the young master slapping himself in the face.

When the young master finally stopped, the two of them stopped with a sense of unfulfilled desire.

When An Ling turned around and looked, she was frightened by Young Master Qi. The man in front of her had a face as swollen as Zhu Bajie's, and he really couldn't face anyone.

"There's no need to be so serious..." An Ling muttered inwardly, and her dislike for the boy disappeared with these serious slaps.

Watching the old housekeeper take the young master away, she couldn't help but sigh. It seemed that Qi Zhankou's life would be very exciting every day...

"Hey, my name is Qi Yunqi. When I become stronger in the future, I will definitely come to fight with you again!" Qi Yunqi, the young master of the Qi family, turned around and said seriously.

An Ling was speechless. Why did he come to fight with me again? Am I some kind of human-shaped mockery creature?

"Xiao Ling, what do you think of my son? He has good looks, a good family background, and is still so young and promising. It is said that he is the dream lover of all the girls in Tianxing Prefecture. Wow, he is almost as good as I was in my youth!"

Qi Zhankou's voice suddenly came from behind. An Ling didn't know how long he had been peeking at her. She didn't expect that he had set his sights on her. She quickly replied seriously, "General, I am not from Tianxing, and I have no intention of finding a husband. You must not delay the young master's important life event!"

"Oh!" Qi Zhankou sighed with regret, but he had long known that someone like An Ling would never stay for anyone, and her stage would be in a wider place.

He coughed and changed the subject: "By the way, Lanzhi has woken up, do you want to go see her?"

"I'll go right away."

Perhaps the medicinal herbs that An Ling had given Qin Lanzhi before had taken effect. Her physical condition was much better now, and she woke up quickly. When An Ling entered the room, she was leaning against the head of the bed, comforting Qi Yun softly.

"Mom, don't beg him. I can survive no matter what. When I save enough money, I will buy a house close to you. When you miss me, you can see me as soon as you go out." Qin Lanzhi said gently, but there was a sad atmosphere hidden in her tone. As soon as she said this, Qi Yun immediately hugged her daughter with tears in her eyes and said quickly: "My dear Ah Zhi, mother can't live without you. Wherever you go, mother will go with you... We will never be separated."

"mother……"

"Azhi..."

……

An Ling stood at the door with an embarrassed expression. She listened to the mother and daughter crying in each other's arms and felt that it would be better for her not to go in and disturb them.

But Qi Zhankou who was standing next to him couldn't help it, he pushed the door open and shouted angrily: "Where are you going? I won't allow it! The family finally got together, and my Qi Mansion is not short of two pairs of chopsticks!"

Maybe his original intention was good, but these words full of gunpowder instantly awakened Qin Lanzhi's rebellious nature. She also shouted angrily at Qi Zhankou: "I don't want your charity!"