Ever since Hua Yan changed into the body of Zong San Zuo Language, she had completely let go of herself.
If she wasn't worried that she would be beaten up by the beauty if she ruined Theta Sagittarii's image, she would have scratched her feet to calm herself down.
Apart from being obsessed with the beauty of the caged bird, her daily routine was to look at her own body being adorable.
After changing her body, Hua Yan lived with Theta Sagittarii for convenience. Don't get me wrong, Hua Yan lived in the master room while Theta Sagittarii lived in the servant room.
After all, the situation between Theta Sagittarii and Hua Yan was a little complicated. Whether it was Theta Sagittarii in the body of the God's Inquisitor or Theta Sagittarii in the body of the God's Inquisitor, Jiang Xue rejected them both.
Let the two of them harm each other. The world had to be harmonious. Xiao Ye was still a child.
On the first night, the roof was almost blown off because of the shower. In the end, Hua Yan put on her clothes and went into the water under Theta Sagittarii's gaze. She took a shower with Theta Sagittarii together with her clothes.
Thinking back on this matter, she couldn't stand this group of reserved Easterners. Even if Theta Sagittarii looked like a seductive concubine, he was still conservative in his bones.
The reserved and alienated nature hidden under his skin vaguely resembled his elder brother, Jiang Xuezuo.
Hua Yan guessed that before Theta Sagittarii became a caged bird, he was probably a noble and pure knife similar to Jiang Xuezuo.
After all, some things hidden in the bones would not change even if they were worn out several times.
That kind of cherished, restrained, and quiet gentleness.
Although Theta Sagittarii cared more about her moral integrity than she did, Hua Yan still felt that this couldn't go on.
She had clearly escaped from the shell of a caged bird, so why was she still trapped in her own cocoon?
Wasn't it good to bring her free shell and live a free life?
It was almost time for the training at the Divine Inquisitor Training Ground. Hua Yan, who had barely gotten used to her new life, was ready to go. She brought Knife Spirit from Honmaru with her to the training ground.
Hua Yan had inherited Grandpa Song's Honmaru. Since the day she took office, she had been the fifth boss. Countless newbies could only look up to her. Basically, they all knew whether they could beat her or not.
Therefore, when the five teams gathered for an emergency meeting, the other four teams immediately became restless when they saw that the fifth boss was on Zong San Zuo Language.
Just as Theta Sagittarii had said earlier, he had changed the length of his blade twice, and the blade had been thinned. He had already changed from a real combat katana to a katana that could be used for decoration and appreciation. His actual combat experience was not rich.
In a place like the training ground, it was rare to see Zong San Zuo Language wielding his katana. This was because even though he had the illustrious title of "Blade of the World", Theta Sagittarii's strength was really not that strong.
And the position of the fifth boss was not unchangeable. Most of the fifth boss would choose to join their first team in order to ensure their position.
Theta Sagittarii sat in the Divine Inquisitor's seat, listening to the whispers coming from not far away. His expression was calm and expressionless.
What they said was the truth. Zong San Zuo Language was indeed a non-combat katana.
Being valued did not depend on the strength of the katana itself, but on the importance of the Divine Inquisitor. This was not wrong, because this was a bird in a cage.
Hua Yan stood on the training ground and saw that the opposite team was full of katanas. Other than Kuniei Tsurimaru, there was also the Tri-Flower War God Candlestick Slice, Lion Maru, Yamafu Kohiro, and the two brothers.
Uh, it was a very obvious configuration of African noobs.
Hua Yan turned her head and looked at the glittering katanas behind her, Mitsuki Munechika, Susumaru Tsuneji, Taisuta Mitsuyo, Daebaoping, and Osamu Maru. She deeply felt that her grandfather was a European who hated people.
The noobs were less than level 100, and their training level was not full yet. When they saw the configuration of Hua Yan's team, their faces immediately turned green.
Hua Yan's sharp ears heard the noobs muttering, "What the hell is going on? The fifth boss actually made Tsurimaru the leader. Isn't this cheating people's feelings? Even a wedding knife can't be so willful. "
Hua Yan blinked her eyes. For the first time, she felt the so-called level gap. It turned out that looking at this matter from the position of Funerary Deities was actually such a subtle feeling.
Was this the reason why Theta Sagittarii had so many knots in his heart?
Even when he stood here with full training level and the identity of the team leader, the first reaction of others was not how strong he was, but how much he was favored.
He was really a bird in a cage.
— — Resigned to fate? No way.
Hua Yan raised her head and smiled at the Divine Inquisitor opposite her. Theta Sagittarii's body always had an unconcealable beauty, especially when he had a smile that was not a smile, there was always this kind of sad beauty.
But when Hua Yan put on Theta Sagittarii's body and smiled, the warm sun on the horizon fell into her pair of different-colored pupils, and it was indescribably clear and peaceful. The wind was still and the sky was high.
"Zong San Zuo Language, participate."
Hua Yan, who had been in the ACG world for many years and knew all the tricks and unspoken rules of the ACG world, knew that no nonsense could be spoken during a fight.
Just like how no banners like "When I come back, I will marry you" or "I hope the world is peaceful" could be erected before going to the battlefield.
Since ancient times, there had been countless villains who died because they talked too much.
Hua Yan, who had always been brutal with the kitchen knife, picked up her own knife and went up to fight.
Hua Yan was a magic rose. Although her spiritual power was strong, her physical fitness was not as good as Theta Sagittarii's. Therefore, when she changed into Theta Sagittarii's close-combat body, she felt that it was very novel.
Hua Yan was not proficient in knife skills, but her clan sister, Iris, used her knife skills to kill in all directions, and made people tremble in fear. Hua Yan and Iris had been fighting for so many years, and knew each other well. She had never seen anyone with better knife skills than Iris.
Funerary Deities were spirits born from human beliefs and legends. As artifact spirits, they were born with strong knife skills, but this also meant that they were born with shackles.
Japanese knife skills were monotonous, and the artifact spirits' knife skills were naturally stained with the colors of their former masters. They evaluated the strength of the blade, the sharpness of the blade, and the capacity of spiritual power.
Because they were "spirits," the amount of spiritual power a sword could hold was the standard to measure their strength, and according to the strength of their spiritual power, they were divided into different grades.
But for natural spiritual creatures like Iris and Hua Yan, these were all empty. They were not artifacts, and could not rely on humans to become stronger, so they could only learn and grow.
She could not understand the classification of the sword and the Zong San Zuo Language's attitude of accepting his fate.
For plants, as long as they did not die, there were endless possibilities in life.
Hua Yan was a person who did not care about her life when fighting. She used her spiritual power to wrap around Theta Sagittarii's relatively weak blade, and attacked it, so fast that it almost became a series of afterimages.
As the saying goes, those who are capable do more work. As a general, of course, he would choose the most powerful enemy, so the Koumaru Kingdom was always in trouble.
A white-feathered bird that had not reached the maximum level was being hit by Hua Yan, and it was jumping up and down while squeaking, "You scared me to death."
Hua Yan was suppressing Tsurumu, and on the other side, when Hua Yan was bullying Tsurumu, it immediately broke through the encirclement and rushed over to help the white-feathered crane.
However, Hua Yan was waiting for it. She kicked Tsurumu away, and slightly tightened her grip on the handle of the knife. With a soft clang, the bright light of the knife was like lightning, and it directly pierced Tsurumu's heart.
The spectators at the side of the practice field all burst out in laughter.
"Sword-Drawing Technique! Iaido Slash! "The opponent's God's Inquisitor stood up and screamed," This is a f * cking bug! I've never heard of Zong San Zuo Language knowing Iaido Slash! "
Sword-Drawing Technique, also known as Iaido Slash, focused on stopping attacks with stillness and killing with one blow. It was mostly used for assassination, and naturally was not the kind of sword-drawing technique that the devil Oda Nobunaga knew.
Sword-Drawing Technique was famous in Japan because of the Saber-drawing Sect, but how could Zong San Zuo Language, whose God base was the "Blade of the World", use this kind of sword-drawing Technique for assassination?
Hua Yan's attack was successful. She kept the state of "Broken Heart" and directly pulled the blade back. Taking advantage of the enemy's unpreparedness, the blade neatly passed through the gap under her arm, rubbing the sleeve of her gown, and directly pierced through Kazumaru Koishimaru, who was slightly injured behind her.
Hua Yan stabbed his kidneys repeatedly, and she felt a little sad.
Ah, it was not that Theta Sagittarii was useless, but that they were not willing to study hard and improve themselves every day.
Sword-Drawing Technique could kill with one blow, but it could not be repeated. Jiro Tachi reacted and immediately slashed at Hua Yan.
The Tachi's attack was definitely not a joke. They had always been called "human-headed dogs," and it was definitely not a dream for them to kill three people with one slash.
However, the Tachi's weakness was also very obvious. They gave up high mobility in exchange for high attack power. Hua Yan was not nervous at all. An elephant definitely could not kill a bird that could fly.
However, Hua Yan's inaction did not mean that the Funerary Deities who followed her would sit back and watch her get killed. Susumaru Tsuneji and Osamu Maru directly stood in front of Hua Yan, and Daebaoping directly raised his katana and attacked.
Although the Tachi's disadvantage was there, the difference in level and training was still very obvious. Two of the three Tachi's weapons were directly cut off, but the blades were still in good condition.
Hua Yan held the hilt and wanted to rush forward, but Mitsuki Munechika went around her and laughed. "Milord, did you forget your lines?"
Oh right, she was now Zong San Zuo Language, so she had to say her lines. What was her line again?
Hua Yan pulled out her saber and spread her sleeves. The wind rolled up by the saber made her robe flutter. She slashed out with her saber, and her cherry hair flew. Her sharpness was not worse than Xiao Ye's.
"You bunch of scum! You will never get the world!!! "
Once A Week: "… = _ =!"
Theta Sagittarii, God's Inquisitor, Zuo Wen: "… → _ →"
The onlookers: "… = mouth =!!!"
The scene was dead silent. Hua Yan immediately felt that something was wrong, but she didn't know what was wrong.
So she chose to stab Yamafu Guohiro in the kidney, trying to make her words more convincing.
"Because the world is mine!"
The onlookers: "…"
That day, the news of a mutated Zong San Zuo Language appearing in the fifth position of the training ground spread like wildfire. This Theta Sagittarii not only knew how to use the Tachi, but also knew how to tear apart birdcages with its bare hands, and it declared that it wanted to get the world.
Later, after many verifications, the relevant departments and experts believed that this Zong San Zuo Language should be a mistake during the summoning of the God's Inquisitor, which caused the timeline to be wrong, and summoned the "Yoshimoto Zuo Wen".
The Tachi had not fallen into the hands of the Demon King Oda Nobunaga, and it had not been resharpened or engraved with the Demon King's mark. It belonged to Imagawa Yoshimoto.
At this time, the initiator of this gossip was kneeling in front of the main culprit, dejectedly confessing his sins.
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