Hua Ying smiled coldly, ignored her, and straightened her long hair.
Under the moonlight, her long hair is flowing, and Jacaranda's delicate facial features are facing the moonlight. She is extremely beautiful. Her pair of bright eyes are clear and shining, and the slightly raised arc at the corner of her mouth is graceful and charming.
There is no need for gorgeous clothes, gorgeous clothes, the simple beauty comes from nature. The jacaranda cut a wooden hairpin from wood and simply tied it into a bun. For a moment, Yue Qianxun was obsessed with it.
"You don't have to wear any clothes. It may feel good to be a savage." Hua Ying responded lightly. It's not like she wasn't wearing clothes anyway.
Yue Qianxun frowned tightly, as if thinking about it for a long time, and finally made a difficult decision: "Well, I'd better wear it."
The arc at the corner of Hua Ying's mouth seemed to be mocking: "Why have you figured it out again?"
"I can't let you get enough of it. The body of a top-notch man like me is not something you can just look at if you want." Yue Qianxun said while getting dressed.
"Then how come a top-notch man like you is not ranked on the weapon list?" Hua Ying's eyes were fixed on the sword beside him. This sword was definitely top-notch.
"Coveting my Shuiyun Sword?" Yue Qianxun smiled proudly, "This sword was made by me, the best forger in the world."
"The best caster in the world, you?" Hua Ying's eyes widened. She admitted that she had never seen such a narcissistic man before, and she really underestimated him.
Yue Qianxun's handsome face looked very proud: "That's right, you have seen its power today."
His sword is indeed very powerful, but that doesn't mean he lacks self-awareness. Hua Ying said, "The best caster in the world is clearly Qi Xingchen. You are not even as good as the top three."
"Before I debuted, Qi Xingchen might have been the best forger in the world, but it's different now. Once I, Yue Qianxun, come out of seclusion, of course I will have to take the position of the best forger in the world."
"Hey, this is not a seat you can just sit in."
"Don't worry, I'm planning to go find Qi Xingchen, challenge him, and take back the number one position."
"You are so shameless in your words. What's the origin?" Hua Ying looked at him helplessly.
"Okay, seeing how you admire me so much, I'll tell you. Old Yueying, have you heard of his name?" Yue Qianxun asked.
Nonsense, how could the caster not know that Old Man Yueying is the creator of the Forging Xuanlu. The three supreme artifacts he created in his life, the Fengyun Sword, the Purple Spirit Golden Spear, and the Qiankun Sword, dominate the world.
"Old Yueying has been dead for hundreds of years, and it's not you. Why are you so awesome?" Hua Ying asked impatiently. She hated people who promoted themselves under the banner of others.
"I am a descendant of Old Man Yueying, and also his descendant - Yue Qianxun. I am worthy of being the best forger in the world. However, I have lived in seclusion for many years and only came out two months ago, so the world still doesn't know my abilities.
That's all." Yue Qianxun's eyebrows were dancing with joy, and she said confidently, "When I find Qi Xingchen, I will let you see who is the real number one caster in the world."
After arguing for a long time, it turns out that he has some background, he is a descendant of the old man Yueying, no wonder... No, Hua Ying's mind works very fast, and you can't just believe what he says. There are some words that the idiot says that are credible.
Looking at Hua Ying's questioning gaze, Yue Qianxun crossed her arms and said, "It doesn't matter, facts speak louder than words. I always speak with strength."