Chapter 13 This Name is Not Bad

"This name is not bad; it's both to the point and expresses my feelings directly."

Zheng Fan clapped his hands.

And that settled it.

The little sword attendant was stunned. She couldn't understand how this "boss" could so casually decide her name.

Just imagining that for the next twenty years, people would be calling her every day:

"Bitch, have you eaten?"

"Bitch, good morning!"

"Bitch, the weather's nice today."

The little sword attendant felt like she was about to explode, but a smart person's explosion and a fool's explosion are two different things.

The little sword attendant opened her mouth and said:

"How long have you been stuck at Rank Eight?"

"Hmm?"

Zheng Fan was just about to take Si Niang's hand and go back to review yesterday's needlework when he heard the little sword attendant's words. He immediately stopped, sat back down in his reclining chair, crossed his legs, and a smile appeared on his lips.

He said:

"I feel like it's been a while, but it doesn't seem like too long."

Purely based on cultivation time, Zheng Fan could indeed be considered a genius, because not only Ding Hao, but also Li Fusheng had confirmed that the qi and blood in his body were naturally rich. It was simply the foundation of a martial arts prodigy.

But there was no way around it; he was under a lot of pressure.

With seven Demon Kings on his back, moving forward together, if you're stuck at one realm for too long, you can even see the thick desire to devour you in the eyes of the Demon Kings!

It felt like an old landlord, going home, and a dozen concubines staring at you like that.

"I can help you advance from Rank Eight to Rank Seven."

"What rank are you?"

"I have no rank."

The little sword attendant spoke as a matter of course.

"My master said that I am a natural sword embryo, my sword intent is naturally formed, practicing the sword is the same as practicing martial arts, forcibly practicing martial arts before the bones are fully grown and shaped is nothing more than forcing growth.

"But although I haven't entered the ranks, I can see."

"A keyboard warrior?"

"What keyboard what warrior?" The little sword attendant frowned slightly.

The Blind Man silently put down his teacup and urged, "Continue."

Whether or not Zheng Fan advances is very important. Every layer of strength the Demon Kings can recover adds more ease to the future layout.

At the very least, if all the Demon Kings were Rank Seven, according to the Demon Kings' near-invincible strength at the same level, it would mean that Zheng Fan would have seven experts between Rank Six and Rank Seven by his side.

Most importantly, some people's special abilities could be used.

The little sword attendant was most afraid of the Blind Man, because she seemed to be able to see through most people's hearts, so she didn't dare to anger the Blind Man. She immediately said:

"Martial artists and swordsmen, in fact, are on the same path before Rank Seven, and the watershed between the two is actually here.

"For martial artists, they focus on nourishing their own qi and blood, using strength to shape their bodies, and qi to break through the barriers, so that the qi and blood can be released and contracted freely, and the qi and blood are as one, then they can become Rank Seven.

"For swordsmen, qi and blood cultivation is temporarily put down at this time, focusing on consolidating their own sword intent, using sword intent to control qi and blood, and using qi and blood to supplement sword intent. When sword intent is released, they can enter Rank Seven.

"The two seem to have different methods, but in essence, they are the same. They both achieve the release of qi and blood through their respective methods."

Zheng Fan listened and asked:

"You mean, if I want to advance quickly, I have to practice some damn sword intent?"

In fact, Zheng Fan quite liked the image of a swordsman; most people have a swordsman's dream.

But perhaps because he was born in the Yan Kingdom, the Yan people liked to use sabers, especially the Yan people's cavalry sabers, which were a great weapon on the battlefield. Therefore, Zheng Shoubei slowly began to love using sabers.

After you get used to something, after you get used to it, you can't talk about liking it, but you're just too lazy to change it.

"No, it's because you have him by your side!"

The little sword attendant, sitting on Fan Li's shoulders, pointed at the Blind Man.

"He has an incredible ability to control objects."

For a time, everyone present except Fan Li understood the reason.

Zheng Fan reached out and stroked his chin, and said:

"You mean, let the Blind Man use his telekinesis to help me guide my own qi and blood, form an external release, and then use this clever method to advance?"

"Telekinesis? Is that what you call that invisible power?" the little sword attendant asked.

The Blind Man turned to face Zheng Fan and said:

"My lord, this is not advisable."

Zheng Fan nodded and said, "Yes."

Everything should be done step by step. Forcibly urging the qi and blood in the body to achieve an external release effect with telekinesis can certainly complete the advancement with a high probability, but this "forced" method often brings extremely terrible side effects.

In other words, what's the difference between this and Fu Wang taking drugs?

It might even stop Zheng Fan at the Rank Seven position, and then all the Demon Kings would only be able to stop at this level for the rest of their lives.

Truly visionary people are unwilling to do things that drain the pond to catch the fish.

"Why can't you? Are you thinking of becoming a true powerhouse?"

In the little sword attendant's view, the man in front of her named Zheng Fan has a strong desire for quick success, and people with a strong desire for quick success are difficult to go far on the path of cultivation.

People have so much time in their lives, so much energy, and when they want to concentrate on doing one thing, they naturally have to ignore the others.

"I don't like to hear that," Zheng Fan said.

Fan Li nodded and stretched out a finger.

"Thump!"

He flicked the little sword attendant's forehead.

"Ouch, that hurts!"

Zheng Fan ignored the sword attendant and turned to the Blind Man and said:

"Li Fusheng told me that if I want to break through, I have to cultivate my killing intent."

Hearing this, the Blind Man said, "Does that mean that my lord has killed fewer people lately?"

"Probably."

In fact, there was something that everyone didn't say, which was that the reason why Zheng Fan killed so few people was because there were Demon Kings guarding him every time he went to the battlefield.

But you can't not guard him, because there's a high probability that everyone will die together if Zheng Fan dies.

"Let's see when we get to Jin, even if the Jin people don't rebel, there are still barbarians, right?"

There are quite a few barbarian settlements in the Tianduan Mountains in Jin.

"Okay, you continue sunbathing, I'm going back to the house to rest."

"Okay, my lord."

Zheng Fan got up, left the reclining chair, and walked towards the fortress. Si Niang followed him back.

As he approached the door of his room, Zheng Fan suddenly noticed that A Ming and Liang Cheng were sitting together, each holding a teacup, with ice cubes placed next to them.

"My lord."

"My lord."

"Yo, you're drinking," Zheng Fan greeted.

A Ming smiled slightly and said, "Would my lord like to have a drink together?"

"No, I don't really like eating blood curd."

After watching Zheng Fan enter the house, Liang Cheng and A Ming silently raised their glasses together, lightly clinked them, and then drank them all in one gulp.

A Ming put down his glass, shook his head, and said:

"Eating with two people is livelier, and the meal tastes better, but it feels weird to drink this with two people."

Liang Cheng also nodded, indicating that he felt the same way.

"Are we not able to share wealth?"

Before, when they were marching and fighting, the two lived in the same tent and had a drink together at night, and that was how they spent their time.

Now that the war is over and they've returned, they each have their own room. Forcing themselves to drink together again makes them feel like they've lost the atmosphere.

After all, neither zombies nor vampires like to be in a crowd; they prefer to be alone.

"We can't let them hear this."

Otherwise, they'll use it as a joke again.

"Boring people will always be boring."

A Ming got up, picked up the ice cubes and the wine pot, and slowly walked back to his room, but he stopped at the door of his room.

He instinctively felt that something was wrong with his door, but he couldn't tell what it was.

He hesitated for a moment, didn't think too much about it, and A Ming pushed open the door to his room.

What came into view were two sets of armor hanging inside the door, and then, there was a "buzz" sound,

The armor was pierced by an arrow,

The next moment,

It directly pierced A Ming's chest.

"Hey, this armor-piercing effect is not bad."

Xue San's voice came from the room.

A Ming bit his lip, looked at the wine pot in his hand, took a sip, and then lowered his head, watching the liquid dripping from the wound on his chest.

Pushing aside the armor in front of him, A Ming saw Xue San in the room fiddling with a crossbow. The crossbow was still mainly made of wood, but in key places, it seemed to be made of special materials and looked a little shiny.

"A Ming, come and take a look. This is something I've been working on, an improved crossbow. It uses crystals sold by Western caravans. The price is a bit expensive, but the penetration is really good. Mass production is impossible, but if I equip a special team with it in the future, the effect will definitely be good.

"Think about it, if a team of twenty assassins gets close to the target and launches a close-range volley, even a grandmaster of martial arts would be shot with several holes, right?"

"So, you were hiding in my room, deliberately waiting for me to come back to shoot me?"

"Yeah, you have to find a living person to test this thing, and your reaction is very fast, so it's better to test it with you. It penetrated two layers of fine armor, but you still couldn't dodge it, hehe. But when using it in the future, you have to smear some spices on the arrowheads and raise a few dogs to make it easier to recover the arrowheads; this thing is too expensive."

"Why didn't you tell me beforehand?"

"Nonsense, would you agree if I told you? You're only willing to be shot by my lord, would you be willing to be shot by me?"

"So, you just didn't ask?"

"Yeah, anyway, you won't die from an arrow. I'll deduct it from my share next month to make you a new set of clothes to compensate you, hehe."

"Hehe."

A Ming also smiled,

Then two fangs appeared at the corners of his mouth, and his aura began to become more and more gloomy;

"Little boy, you're getting more and more naughty."

However, just as A Ming was walking towards Xue San step by step, he suddenly stopped again.

Because Xue San silently reloaded the crossbow with an arrow, the arrowhead of this arrow was emitting a silver light. It was a silver arrowhead.

"......" A Ming.

Xue San held the crossbow, yawned, and swayed his body happily, the three oars under him rippling.

"Who isn't a cute little one?"