"Whew!!"

Peony poked at the wound, and Yan Qingcheng let out a pig-killing cry.

"I really...... It's just that...... Learned a little...... Theoretical knowledge...... No...... Lie to you......" Yan Qingcheng drooped his wings and said intermittently.

"None of you want to be honest with me." Peony pursed her mouth.

"I've ...... Truth...... Honestly...... Really ......"

Peony leaned closer to her clear face, her sapphire eyes staring at him tightly.

Yan Qingcheng held his breath and forcibly maintained a serious expression.

"Okay, don't come to me next time for medicine."

She picked up Yan Qingcheng's shirt and left the room in a huff.

Yan Qingcheng breathed a sigh of relief, it was great that Peony didn't continue to ask, he was not good at lying, and what Mo Yun taught him in training was really not suitable to tell this girl.

That kind of violent and cruel boxing skills, the skills that specifically torture people to the point of pain, and the killing tricks of seeing blood and sealing the throat, Yan Qingcheng has seen it all in one afternoon; Peony's feeling is not wrong, Mo Yun is indeed as sharp as a blade, she is a top killer whose hands are stained with the blood of the enemy.

"It's not that I'm deliberately not saying it, but everyone wants you to live in a slightly more peaceful and pure world," Yan Qingcheng muttered to himself, "Stained with blood, we just need to do it." ”

In fact, the injuries on Yan Qingcheng's body are far less light than they seem from the outside, if it is only a flesh injury, he can take medicine alone; The fact is that Mo Yun removed the joints on his arms in several places during training, and although he put them back on after finishing training, he still couldn't lift his energy, and his arms were sore.

Yan Qingcheng stood up tremblingly and walked back to his room slowly, he had to hurry up and rest, because Mo Yun only gave him three days to recover, and even more brutal training was waiting for him after three days.

He must survive this in order to have enough strength to protect himself in the outside world.

Half a month later, Xiao returned to the Yanxing branch base with a blue nose and swollen face, his face was sad, his hair was messy, and his wings behind him were dragged to the ground and covered with bandages.

That second-class faith mission asked him for another half life.

But when he saw Yan Qingcheng, who was also tortured to the point of only half a life, he still laughed from the bottom of his heart.

Yan Qingcheng looked at Xiao Xiao's sloppy smile, and was very puzzled, "Uncle Xiaoxiao, you are so embarrassed, can you still laugh?" ”

"You don't understand," said Xiao Xian, "a great man of our wing clan once said that if you share one of your happiness with another, it will become two happiness; And if you share your pain with another person, then everyone only has to bear half of the pain; Qingcheng, Uncle is really feeling the pain reduced now. ”

Yan Qingcheng almost beat him to death in anger, "Are you stupid?" You share half of my pain, I share half of your pain, and together you don't have one point per person? ”

Xiao Shao froze, and after thinking about it for a long time, he didn't know how to refute it, so he walked away.

Time passed quickly, and three months passed in a flash, Yan Qingcheng gradually adapted to the difficulty of Mo Yun's training, and he was no longer beaten all over his body, and his combat skills improved rapidly.

During this time, the people of the branch came and went frequently, and there were many new faces among the peripheral members, and the atmosphere in the town was not as peaceful as when Yan Qingcheng first arrived.

Peony is the only one who has not been arranged to go out on a mission, and she has been a little abnormal lately, and seems to be preoccupied, and Yan Qingcheng often doesn't get a response when she greets her.

Finally, one day, she disappeared without warning and never returned all night.

Yan Qingcheng was very anxious, he searched the whole town and found no peony, so he went to seek Xiao Shao's help.

"Little Peony, she's just going out to have fun." It doesn't matter if it's chic.

"Anyone in the branch must get written permission from at least one minister to go out, and all core members will be notified, why didn't I be notified of this outing?" Yan Qingcheng has long removed the word "to be determined" from the core members, that is to say, he and Xiao Swee's authority is the same, if Xiao Sa knows the whereabouts of Peony, then he will definitely know.

"You're worried about her?" Xiao squinted his eyes.

"You're not worried?"

"Uncle is not worried." Xiao Shi reached out his precious bottle and took a sip.

"Don't change the subject, where the hell did she go?"

"You'll be sorry if she's not here tomorrow." Xiao Wan still didn't answer Yan Qingcheng's question head-on.

Yan Qingcheng was silent.

Xiao Yi smiled, "Don't worry, she will definitely come, and she will bring you a big surprise." ”

Tomorrow is a very special day for the Wing Clan, and for Yan Qingcheng, this special day is double.

Rites of passage.

The creed of the strong is deeply imprinted in the soul of the Wing Clan. According to their traditions, humans with wings alone are not yet recognized as true wings, and must pass a rite of passage to gain recognition from their kind.

Every year on the first of August, the Wing Clan holds a coming-of-age ceremony, on which young people between the ages of fifteen and twenty-five gather to be tested for their wisdom or combat prowess, and those who complete the test can be considered the true Wing Clan.

Finally the day has come.

On the circular gladiatorial platform, which is fifty meters in diameter and one meter high, Yan Qingcheng stands quietly.

It was the underground training room, which today is completely emptied and used as a venue for ceremonies.

Yan Qingcheng held a war sickle in his hand and was wearing a white windbreaker; The scythe was in the traditional style, three meters long, with only a single head containing an unbladed scythe with red paint on it.

Song Beichen, the head of the Yanxing branch of the Wings of Freedom, Mo Yun, the deputy minister, and the core members Cheng En and Xiao Sa were standing under the stage at this time, and there were no other onlookers except them.

Peony still didn't appear, and Yan Qingcheng was a little anxious.

"Today, we have a coming-of-age ceremony," Song Beichen shouted with full anger, "This is a very important ceremony, which is related to whether the younger generation can be recognized by their peers." ”

Xiao Sao applauded vigorously, he saw very clearly that when the leader spoke, someone always had to cheer him on, but the gods around him had a very high status, and the tiring work of applauding could only be taken over by him.

Yan Qingcheng almost laughed, he also understood this truth, but there were only five of them present, and they were quite familiar with each other, was it necessary to be so formal? Besides, his face was full of red light and smiling, and he looked very bad.

"Ahem!" Song Beichen coughed and glared at Xiao Shao fiercely, he could only stop in a sneering manner.

"Yan Qingcheng, what you chose is a test of combat power, very good, we have a suitable candidate as your opponent."

Yan Qingcheng nodded, looked at Xiao Sa, his eyes were full of fighting spirit, he thought that the next opponent would definitely be Xiao Sao.

Cheng En also looked at Xiao Sa, but there was a trace of doubt in his eyes, and Xiao Sa gave him an expression of no worries.

"Your opponent is ......"

"It's coming, it's finally coming!"