Does he know her?

Feng Linwan tilted his head, his face full of confusion.

How did this person know her?

He seemed to see her doubts, but did not explain. He just changed the topic lightly, "I can help you heal your feet and clean up the toxins."

He raised his lips and smiled, his eyes still indifferent, "The condition is... let me follow you for three days, how about it?"

"No." Feng Linwan said decisively, without even a moment's hesitation.

Although his conditions did attract her, she didn't intend to pay any attention to it. Anyway, she was gradually getting used to it. It would be the same whether he had legs or not. But if he were to follow them, if he had any bad motives, he would treat them badly.

Isn't it disadvantageous?

When the time comes, it will be her fault if she harms everyone.

On the contrary, the young man in purple robe was stunned for a moment, with a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes, and then said, "I don't have any ill intentions, I'm just doing it for something, but it's absolutely no harm to you! Really!"

"Really?" Feng Linwan half-closed his bright eyes and thought for a moment, "But I can't make a decision on this, I need the approval of the other two..."

There was a smile in his eyes and he nodded, "In this case, there will be no problem."

Seeing his vow, Feng Linwan actually felt as if he had been deceived.

"Okay, if you can handle them both, I'll have no problem." Feng Linwan said, taking out his hand and standing aside to leave a way for him.

He glanced at Feng Linwan, and then looked toward the attic. From here, he could still hear the sound of their fight. Immediately, he raised his steps and walked towards the attic. Suddenly he raised his hand and waved.

Waving his hand, "Mu Duxiu."

Mu Duxiu?

his name?

Feng Linwan thought that based on An Qi's reaction this morning, she was probably fine, but he might be a little sad about the emperor.

Sure enough, after a while, two strong winds hit fiercely, and immediately two figures flew out of the attic. Without saying a word, they started fighting.

One purple and one black, entwined with each other, there is no magic element on them, they rely entirely on sword energy.

Sword energy, in the final analysis, is equivalent to internal strength and is the mark of a swordsman.

The levels of sword masters are divided into: sword cultivator, swordsman, sword master, sword star, sword saint, sword immortal, sword god, sword soul, sword luo. Each level is divided into nine stars.

Sword cultivators and swordsmen only lay the foundation. Only those who have reached the sword master level can be said to be true swordsmen who practice sword energy.

Feng Linwan knew that the emperor was unfathomable, but he was definitely a magician! Now he uses sword energy, so he is a magician and a martial artist?

Thinking of this, Feng Lin's eyes were filled with surprise.

For ordinary people, even if there are outstanding people with the qualifications of magic and martial arts, they cannot do both. If they are not careful, they will be useless. After all, whether it is practicing magic or practicing sword energy, it is very time-consuming.

If you are in seclusion for a month, you won't be able to reach one star. If you take care of both, wouldn't it be exhausting? Who can endure the unbearable loneliness?

He is really strong.

Feng Linwan naturally knew how hard it was to practice. Ever since that time, she had no intention of advancing. She felt that it was still early.

The two figures were entangled together. The strong wind made the branches of the locust tree sway, and large locust flowers fell one after another. It was extremely beautiful.

The locust flower fell on Feng Linwan, causing her to half-squint her eyes to prevent the locust flower from falling into her eyes.
Chapter completed!