Qing looked at Mordred, who was striding away, and said with a smile, "Yes, as you wish, I will accept your challenge anytime and anywhere, but the premise is that you must be alive, in case one of them is accidentally killed, this will not blame me!" ”

The knight, who had already walked away, paused in his footsteps after hearing it, and then laughed lightly, the voice was not very loud, but she knew that the person behind her definitely had that hearing to hear, she turned her back and said slowly, "Take a good look at yourself, Master, so arrogant, don't you want to be killed first." ”

Qing Buxian snorted lightly, looked at Xiao Mo, who had already walked away, and watched her leave the field of vision, until she could no longer see, and then withdrew her gaze.

Stretched out his hand and shook it in the air, the strength of Mordred's return to the top just now was really a bit unexpected, but what was even more unexpected was actually Qing himself. At that time, when the power was competing, Xiao Mo definitely used magic to release, using inherent skills to achieve a significant increase in strength, but what forced her to use magic power to release at that time?

A slight frown furrowed. Qing knew that it was the force of his own hand to press down. This strength made Xiao Mo feel that she had to use magic to release it to achieve balance, although she definitely didn't use only a small part of her strength, but even then the wrestling at that time was extraordinary, she felt the pressure that had to make her serious, so she got serious.

Qing is difficult to describe the specific feelings at this moment, but it is clear that his physical strength has been further improved! However, as the owner of the body, this feeling is hardly felt at all, unlike the usual point of improvement with a very clear sense of relief. This ascension is like waking up and yawning, and I don't feel it at all.

It feels a little weird in the flesh, which is indisputable, this strength enhancement has not undergone any cultivation, nor has there been any training in martial arts or magic.

Qing felt very good about herself, but she was not in a good mood at all. From before his death to last night, his body can be said to have never lost control, every bit of power, every point of magic, just like how much to eat when you are hungry and thirsty, you can feel it clearly, but now the power comes out inexplicably!

Where does this power come from? Qing can't figure it out, at least not yet, after all, he didn't even feel the increase in strength, so how could he feel the source. Thinking of this, I can't help but sigh faintly, this feeling is like a fast stone in my heart, although this stone is very tempting, as bright as a diamond, but it still makes people feel relieved.

Thinking about it to no avail, Qing shook his head and decided not to think about it anymore, and started to continue to the wooden house stronghold. The increase in power is a good thing anyway, although it is long, it also gives it more opportunities to defeat opponents, and the top priority is to complete the Noble Phantasm as soon as possible.

Walking all the way to school without stopping, the scenery of Fukayama Town is as plain as ever, not beautiful, and never tired of watching. Qing still remembers walking those streets with that person ten years ago, when he was a newcomer, he knew nothing about the world, full of novelty, and now he is familiar with every inch of the land.

Passing through a small park that is not too big, Qing unconsciously slowed down, this place he has been to more than once, and he once remembered sleeping on the benches here when he had nowhere to go.

However, it was not these unforgettable memories that stopped Qing, but a person sitting quietly by the flower bed in the park, a person who seemed to exist in this world and as if nothing existed there