This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

An Ling felt the heaviness in Qi Zhankou's words, and couldn't help but be surprised at such a family: eating raw human flesh was no longer considered human. The people of the Jing Qie family were not controlling the monsters at all, but were willing to be controlled by the monsters and kill their own kind!

Feeling the severity of defending Tianxing, An Ling touched the Xiangzhu sword at her waist again - she didn't know when she developed this habit. Whenever she was unsure, she would touch the sword inherited from Yu Lang. But after experiencing the guidance of the great monster Zuowu from Yunwu Mountain, she no longer had any fear of the battle in her heart. All she had was an indomitable fighting spirit.

She smiled and said, "I will do my best to protect the people in the city."

Just when the atmosphere was very good, she asked in a mean way: "General, the support from the court won't take long, right?" She meant that it shouldn't take too long or delay her from reporting to the sect for school.

Qi Zhankou said helplessly: "We can only hold out for a few days, people from the imperial capital will be coming soon."

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Finally finishing the conversation with Qi Zhankou, An Ling walked out of the secret room, breathed in the fresh air, stretched her waist and said, "Well, I'm finally out. It was just a short time in there, but it felt like a whole year... Although I got another job this time, I really couldn't rest assured if I just left."

An Ling thought about it and could only blame herself for being too nosy. She hadn't even gone far, but she had already jumped from the mountain god's wedding to participating in the battle between two countries. Fate was really unpredictable.

"Now I just hope that Tianxing can be safe and sound, and when we finish dealing with it and continue on our journey, nothing major will happen." An Ling prayed silently in her heart.

"Are you An Ling?" A strange male voice sounded from the corridor. An Ling looked at the man and saw that he was about twenty years old, but not yet 18 years old. His silky high ponytail rose with his movements, making him look very youthful.

An Ling quickly glanced at the person's face and found that she didn't recognize him, so she replied calmly, "Yes."

The man, or boy, was not angry when he heard An Ling's coldness. Instead, he grinned cheerfully and said, "I heard you are very strong. Come and fight me!"

An Ling was very confused. Is this person sick? She looked at him with a strange expression and said, "This is the first time I've seen someone who wants to be beaten so much."

An Ling still had the mentality of a young girl. Objectively speaking, this man was just a mortal who had learned some martial arts and was full of blood. An Ling shouldn't have argued with him. But since she left the fishing village until now, An Ling had never fought with humans. She had only fought against demons and monsters. Now, it was rare for her to see a guy of the same age as her who was eager for a beating, so naturally she couldn't help it.

The two of them had similar interests and hit it off immediately. They only exchanged four sentences in total, and then they went to the training arena in the general's mansion with great enthusiasm.

The young man leaped forward, did a fancy front flip in the air, and headed towards the ring. After landing steadily, he raised his chin towards An Ling ostentatiously. Before An Ling could get on the stage, he impatiently pulled out an ordinary iron sword from the weapon rack next to him, and with a roundhouse kick, kicked the iron sword straight towards An Ling!

An Ling sneered, without even moving a step, she just casually raised her hand and caught the hilt of the sword that was flying towards her, and said nonchalantly: "If you fly your sword like this with others, I'm afraid Quan Tianxing's head won't be enough for you to play with."

An Ling decided to help this guy's relatives teach this dandy boy a lesson - without using spiritual power. If he used spiritual power, it would be too bullying.

"Today, I will discipline you on behalf of your parents! Don't be so arrogant!"

An Ling kicked with her right foot. Without any fancy techniques, she used absolute strength to shoot her body out like a cannonball. However, she controlled her strength very well and landed right on the ring. An Ling tapped her toes lightly and landed on the ground gracefully, like a wild crane on a pine branch.

"What a great martial art!" The young man's eyes lit up and he quickly took a spear from the weapon rack and performed a few spear techniques in front of An Ling. After watching for a while, An Ling knew that this spear technique was both offensive and defensive and full of murderous intent, and should be used in large battlefields.

The young man danced for a while, then put the spear on his back and said, "You are a girl, and you have the merit of sending my aunt back. I will let you have the chance today and play some spearmanship with you."

Huh? An Ling was so angry that she laughed. "Let me go"? If I don't beat your head off today, I won't be named An!

"A piece of advice to you. You'd better use your strongest moves to fight me. Otherwise, I can't guarantee that your beautiful face will be able to see the light of day tomorrow." An Ling said coldly. She never liked fancy performances. Her sword was always used to kill the enemy - oh, except when she was drunk.

An Ling looked at the fearless expression of the young man and gradually lost her patience. "Three moves. If you can survive my three moves, you win. If not..." She showed a devilish smile on her face, "I will beat you until your face is covered with blood."

The young man was not afraid at all. He shouted softly, "Watch out!" He twisted his body and then shot out with his gun like a dragon. He fired several shots in a row, blocking An Ling in all directions!

"Your lower body is unstable and your foundation is not solid. There is no problem with your spearmanship, but your legs are the flaw in this move." Although An Ling had only practiced swordsmanship, she was familiar with cold weapons. She only took a glance and found out the problem with the boy. Without even raising her hands, she kicked the boy's calf, forcing him to quickly turn around and dodge.

An Ling yawned and said lazily, "One."

The young man didn't know if he was stupid or not. He didn't seem angry at all. He just stood there and pondered for a while. Then he said with sudden enlightenment: "So that's it! If I do this again..."

The young man's eyes were empty, as if he was in some special state. He danced with the gun unconsciously. His moves were exactly the same as before, but there were some slight changes in the details.

An Ling narrowed her eyes slightly. Could this guy be a child prodigy? He modified his original spear technique so quickly, using a fake move to defeat a real move, protecting the flaw in his leg, and harmoniously integrating it with the original spear technique!

The gun skills were as fierce as those of a wolf and a tiger, and he attacked with an unstoppable momentum. An Ling finally moved her feet. She bent her waist softly to the side and "twisted" in a very strange shape, just passing by the boy.

"Second, I missed," An Ling said with a smile, "Use whatever tricks you have. This is going to be my last trick, and it's the only trick I'll let you use while I stand."

The young man simply clasped his fists and saluted, saying, "You are indeed very powerful. It seems that they did not lie to me. My father taught me since I was a child that I must never give up and run away during a battle. Although I cannot beat you, if I do not use my family sword skills today, I will be violating my father's teachings."

As soon as he lifted his clothes, An Ling saw that he had a long sword hanging on his waist using the double hoop hanging method, and the handle was fixed with the traditional tail rivet method. At first glance, it looked like the sword from Blue Star, but a closer look revealed that it was a traditional Chinese sword.

"This thing is called a waist knife. When used with a wolf whisk and a rattan shield, it is invincible on the battlefield. Our Qi family has also passed down a complete set of waist knife techniques. Today, I will use what I have learned throughout my life to ask you for a move."

The young man concentrated his energy on his dantian, gathering strength to launch an attack. An Ling was surprised to find that this man already had the rudiments of some kind of "sword intent"!

"Go forward courageously and swear to destroy the enemy!"