Mecha Star Wars.

"What are you afraid of? She has the ability to repair herself anyway. At worst, she can just soak in running water for a few more days." A careless voice suddenly came from under his feet.

Jin Sichen and Cen Fangyuan looked down and found that the little black cat that appeared out of nowhere was licking its paws and washing its face.

"Your Excellency." Jin Sichen immediately squatted down and stretched out his hands. "Why are you here?"

Cen Fangyuan also squatted down in fear, thinking, is this how you in the special affairs office teach your disciples? As long as you can't kill them, you beat them to death? Too cruel!

The Thousand-Year-Old Lord stood arrogantly on Jin Sichen's palm, then moved to his shoulder, wagging his tail.

"Young cubs never know how dangerous the world is. If you don't teach them a lesson, they will lose their lives sooner or later."

Cen Fangyuan swallowed his saliva. He had always known that this guy was a big shot, but he was always influenced by his cute appearance. He even touched his head and stroked his fur.

Compared to Le Zheng Yuanqing, this one seemed more friendly and easier to talk to. Now it seems that he was thinking wrongly.

How could a guy who could become a big boss be a soft-hearted girl like Lin Fan?

Antonio was knocked to the ground by a gust of wind before he ran halfway. He rolled over and tried to get up again, but a silver sword stuck in the ground right in front of his face. The bright sword blade shone with white light, reminding him of the sword light that split the mountain.

Le Zheng Yuanqing slowly walked towards Lin Fan, sword in hand. There was silence all around except for his footsteps, which sounded like dangerous drumbeats.

Lin Fan came back to his senses from the pain, in disbelief.

The eldest senior brother has always been strict and never showed mercy to her during training, but in the past he would at most leave large bruises on her body and never even scratch her skin. Why did he suddenly use such heavy hands on her?

She gritted her teeth and propped herself up, looking at the person who came in confusion.

Le Zhengyuanqing's face was calm, but his eyes were emotionless, so calm that it was frightening.

Lin Fan had never been afraid of him, knowing that he would not really hurt her, but now she was not so sure. She could not help but want to shrink back, but there was a voice in her heart telling her not to retreat.

"Do you think," Le Zhengyuanqing stopped in front of her and lowered his eyes, not moved by Lin Fan's description at all, "that you are very powerful?"

Lin Fan opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer.

She had indeed felt that she was very powerful for a long time. Although she knew that there were always people better than her, and that Mr. Qian, the eldest senior brother, and the Thousand Year Old Master were all out of her reach, she did have a secret sense of incomparable pride.

Those who can beat her are on her side, even Antonio is very good to her. Even though he is worried about the future, he has an inexplicable confidence in his heart.

It was not until he was pulled into the state of consciousness and lost his mecha and magic weapon that he was panicked for a while, and then he discovered that he could still cultivate his supernatural powers.

Honestly speaking, Lin Fan felt that he was pretty good, able to flexibly respond to circumstances and adapt to local conditions...but all of this vanished into thin air after the scam came to light.

It turns out that she can be nothing...

Le Zheng Yuanqing could clearly see Lin Fan's depression, but he had no intention of letting her go.

"Do you think," he said again, his cool voice suppressing a tremendous anger, "that you can do anything?"

Lin Fan shook his head and looked up to beg: "Big Brother, I know I was wrong."

"You don't know." Le Zhengyuanqing gently placed the sword against Lin Fan's shoulder and stretched it downward until it touched her entire chest. "When you trusted a creature whose background you didn't know, you never thought about the responsibility you carried!"

With another kick, Lin Fan rolled diagonally for more than ten times, leaving spots of blood on the ground.

Cen Fangyuan frowned and felt reluctant. Could this be the end?

Le Zheng Yuanqing did not stop and continued to walk towards Lin Fan. "Behind you is the Noah and nearly a thousand lives. If you die in battle, it will be considered that you have fulfilled your duty. If you die of stupidity and bring trouble to others..."

"She knows she's wrong, she knows she's wrong!" Antonio gritted his teeth and rushed out after all. "She really knows she's wrong, she will never dare to do it again!"

Not only Lin Fan, but Antonio also realized his own shortcomings because of this journey to the realm of consciousness. However, he never blamed Lin Fan, nor did he expect the sword immortal's methods to be so fierce. The dead white-haired man just stood by and watched.

Poor Lin Fan!

Le Zhengyuan Qing ignored the noisy red-haired guy.

Another sword brushed Antonio's shoulder from behind and knocked him to the ground, stabbing him diagonally next to his neck. Before he could stand up, another sword also stabbed down diagonally, forming an X shape, which stuck his neck tightly. If he moved a little, the sharp blade would cut his skin and blood would flow out.

Antonio tried to pull it out with both hands, but he couldn't.

Lin Fan curled up and groaned. She felt that her ribs might be broken. The eldest brother's foot was in front of her again.

She was scared, really scared.

Even though Le Zheng Yuanqing avoided the sharp blade every time he attacked, his attacks were still very powerful.

Jin Sichen's brows twitched as he watched, and he clenched his fists tightly to suppress his impulse.

"It's also my fault that I gave you a wrong understanding. While there's still time, I'd better let you realize your own strength." The eldest brother kicked Lin Fan up into the air, and then he fell heavily to the ground, spitting out blood.

"Transform! Transform and hit him!" Antonio shouted, holding the sword tightly with both hands. "Transform into a star!"

Lin Fan couldn’t see clearly. She could hear her lungs bellowing and her whole body ached.

Why did the eldest brother treat her like this? So cruelly? Tears welled up in her eyes. When she looked at Le Zhengyuanqing who was still walking towards her calmly, hatred suddenly arose in her heart.

"Well, that's a good look." Le Zheng Yuanqing stood still, threw the sword in his hand, and stabbed it into the ground next to Lin Fan's hand, "Come, let me see your hatred."

Lin Fan gritted his teeth, reached out to grasp the hilt of the sword, and pulled his upper body up.

She was breathing heavily, looking at the calm and composed Le Zheng Yuanqing, who was waiting for her with his hands behind his back, as if she was really nothing to be afraid of.

He used up all his strength, endured the pain, and stood up tremblingly, his legs still shaking. He pulled the sword out several times before he pulled it out, trembling and pointing it at Le Zheng Yuanqing.

Le Zhengyuanqing's face was rarely angry. In his calm pupils was Lin Fan's dirty face with tears and mixed emotions.

She actually knew Le Zheng Yuanqing's intention, but the emotions and pain caught her off guard and she had nowhere to vent, so her resentment and hatred burst out.

Why can't he speak nicely? Why can't he be gentler?

Was she really wrong? She shouldn't have trusted others so easily. She shouldn't have reached out...

But isn't this okay? Wasn't she negligent in her duties...

The various thoughts in my head are like a storm, wrapped in emotions, chaotic and unclear.

In the end, the hatred fell back on myself.

The bracelet made a slight sound, clearing away the demonic obstacles in his mind.

Lin Fan became much more sober. She activated the bracelet's healing ability, and in a short while, her internal injuries had almost healed, and she could stand up straight again.

"Tsk, what a pity." Le Zheng Yuanqing said this, but his clenched fists behind his back relaxed a lot.

Lin Fan put away his sword, hunched his shoulders, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, grinned, and bowed to Le Zheng Yuanqing.

"Big Brother, please give me some advice!"

The sword swung and swept forward like a gust of wind.

Will someone say that I abuse my master?

Well, fingers.

Although everyone likes to hear nice words, what they can remember are the painful memories.

When I was a child, I was punished to kneel and was beaten. I still remember it now, but the happy memories are vague, hahahaha.

Lin Fan was too careless this time and almost killed herself. If she had been a little later, she would have been dead. Why didn't Le Zhengyuanqing beat her ruthlessly? If she didn't feel any pain, she wouldn't learn a lesson.

That's it.