Silk's disciple

Liyue people seem to like to talk about things at the dining table. Thanks to the fact that he often came to Liyue to eat in the early years, Phoenix is ​​quite proficient in using chopsticks. After going back and forth, only the poor executive officer is still talking to him. Chopsticks and tofu fight.

Wine table and wine table usually have some wine, but this time it was an exception. To be honest, among the three of them, the only one who could drink didn't want to drink it. The other two couldn't remember each other, so they poured one glass each.

Fortunately, there are also good usnea snow buds, so this meal can be regarded as a feast for both the guests and the host.

The deal with the Ice Queen has been finalized a long time ago, and what needs to be discussed now are personal project expenses, such as... the Immortal Mansion.

The few immortals who were still in the cave naturally didn't think about it. After much deliberation, only someone who lived and died in the layered rock abyss five hundred years ago was the most suitable.

The young executive with orange hair and blue eyes was very happy to get the information he wanted. Besides, after eating, he always needs to do some exercise.

At the entrance of Xinyuexuan, Dadalia stopped the red-haired young man who was about to leave with Zhongli and said, "Mr. Changli and I hit it off right away. Why don't we find a place where we can communicate more?"

Phoenix also had some thoughts on this . As expected, there was no reason to refuse. After nodding, he said to Zhongli, "Then you go first, I'll go with Dadalia."

The God of Rock, who was quite familiar with Phoenix, nodded slightly, "See you later. "

We are all foxes of thousands of years. He naturally saw the eagerness in his old friend's eyes, and in his heart he offered incense to Dadalia. The knowledgeable guest turned around and left without hesitation.

Now only Phoenix and Dadalia are left.

"Please fight with me!" The cheerful and lively Winter Solstice executive made his request straightforwardly.

"Okay, then let's go to Jueyunjian."

"It's fine if you don't agree... huh?" Dadalia suddenly reacted, her eyes widened slightly, and she looked a little cute. Although this word does not seem to be used for an adult male who is half a head taller than himself.

"I have some friendship with Silk." Phoenix said cheerfully. With Dardalia's current situation, going to the sea beyond the stars is simply asking for death. No one will confirm it, and no matter how much speculation is made, Phoenix's true identity will not be revealed.

"Master? Is Mr. Changli an immortal from Liyue?" Dadalia tried to make excuses.

"I'm from Nata."

"Sorry, sorry, I forgot." Dadalia scratched his head and quickly followed Phoenix's footsteps.

It turns out he is a Dragonborn, so no wonder he knows his master and is still alive today.

Looking at the two dazzling golden strands between the red hair of the young man in front of him, Dadalia, who was led astray by the old fox, felt more and more that they looked like inhuman symbols such as dragon horns.

In fact, those are just two golden feathers on the Phoenix prototype.

The two people's footsteps were not slow, and they soon arrived at Jueyunjian. They were surrounded by steep stone walls. According to legend, they were transformed by the rock spears dropped by the Rock King. Now, even after thousands of years of wind and sand wear, they are still majestic.

"What weapons are you good at?" Phoenix took off his robe, moved his body and said calmly.

Along the way, he was still very optimistic about this little guy. Needless to say, Silk's vision was indeed good, and she polished the silver blade extremely well.

Therefore, he doesn't mind teaching Dadalia some martial arts that are completely different from the [Demon King].

"A weapon? Don't worry, I have experience in all kinds of weapons, although I am not very skilled in using a bow." Dadalia smiled cheerfully and confidently, holding the Winter Pole White Star in his hand.

Phoenix chuckled, but did not take out the weapon as Dadalia wanted. He just stood facing Dadalia and waved.

"What a coincidence. I consider myself proficient in all martial arts. Let me see how much you have compared to Silk. Cheer up."

The flames extended in Phoenix's hands and turned into a huge stick as tall as a person. Phoenix held the weapon with one hand, and when he waved it, a stream of fire shot straight into Dadalia's face.

The red eyes were flashing with extinguishing fire, and he seemed to be stepping on the intersection of fate. Even though the water blade was only an arm's length away from him, it could not touch him in any way.

Compared with the exquisiteness of his steps, Phoenix's hand movements are casual. The huge scythe did not hinder the rhythm of his attacks. It jumped and spun in his hands like a dance, easily blocking every attack. attack.

Obviously his speed is not fast, not even as fast as some well-trained soldiers of the Fools, but no matter what, Dadalia just can't attack the opponent.

"Humans' physical strength is not outstanding compared to monsters. If you want to be the strongest on the real battlefield, you must use the smallest and fastest dodge range to dodge attacks, and then..."

"Fight out as fast as possible!"

Following Phoenix's calm words, the handle of the scythe hit Dadalia hard in the abdomen. From preparing to attack to completing the attack, it was completed almost in an instant.

The entire acceleration process was less than an arm's length away, but it directly knocked away Dadalia, who was waiting for him.

"Hey, you were careless." Dadalia smiled cheerfully, his dim blue eyes were filled with fighting intent, and the eyes of the water elemental god immediately lit up.

"Going!"

He pounced again. This time, his movements were significantly smaller. In response to Dadalia's change in combat methods, Phoenix also began to counterattack.

The war scythe he simulated was not his usual weapon, but the favorite of one of his priests. As a combat scythe, it had a long handle, a wide blade back, and a long blade. Because the front section was heavier, a fitting was added to the rear end. Reusable sub-blade.

As he moves around, he is like a dancer on the tip of a knife, harvesting the lives of the audience.

It may not be the strongest priest, but it must be the most elegant warrior. It is called the "Death Dancer" by the hostile tribes. He subconsciously chose this weapon, perhaps because he saw the shadow of his old friend in Dadalia.

"...Again, again!"

Dadalia was half-kneeling on the ground, panting violently. He wanted to attack again, but was slapped to the ground by a sickle and struggled feebly.

"Tomorrow, have a good rest. I'll wait for you here at six o'clock the day after tomorrow." Phoenix said with a smile. He really liked this little guy who refused to admit defeat more and more. Silk's vision was indeed good.

"...I will definitely defeat you." Dadalia said quietly but firmly.

Phoenix glanced at him meaningfully and said with a smile, "I'm looking forward to that day, looking forward to you defeating me, looking forward to you defeating me."

Dadalia subconsciously raised his head to look at Phoenix. He had the light behind him, and his eyes seemed to be The burning eyes seemed to be glowing, and behind the sea of ​​red flames were the cold and cruel golden vertical pupils of a dragon.

"I am Young Master Dadalia!" The Young Master was in a daze for a moment, and then showed a cheerful and confident smile again, but his eyes were much more cautious.

He is just a warrior, not a fool.