"I'm okay, let me try again, I'll be able to do it." Anping is now in a state of paranoia, simply believing that he can do it, but not thinking about why and how he can do it.

Without the mind, not only will the sword become dull, but also the person will become dull.

"You've lost communication with the sword, is it just because the material used to make the sword has become wood, so you don't think it's a sword?"

"It's a sword... But..."Anping didn't think that this was a problem that he thought it could be solved by a sword, the strength of the material of the wooden sword was not even as strong as the skin of ordinary hilichurls, and the fragile sword body did not even have the possibility of a miracle.

"So, isn't the Iron Sword harder than the Frost Armor Hilichurl's elemental armor? Why do you completely forget the skills you learned when you switch to wood? Ying thought that Anping could figure it out in actual combat.

An Ping's sword skills have obviously entered the house, and this is just a further exercise in the control of power.

But he seems to have been a little too caught up in surprises, and instead neglected a lot of what he knew.

"But wood—" An Ping suddenly stopped his voice.

"Finally figured it out?" Seeing that An Ping had finally regained his thoughts, Ying smiled.

"Yes, Master Ying! Thank you! Anping regained his self-confidence. He cares too much about the wooden sword itself, and if he is holding an inferior iron sword in his hand, it will be the same if he uses too much force, and it will still be broken after a few blows.

Pursuing the strength of foreign objects too much, he forgot his own skills. Too much force will destroy the wooden sword, so the strength can only be within the range of the wooden sword, and such a force is obviously not enough to cause any damage to the hilichurls.

So what is needed is that this weak force continues to compress and condense, condensed to the point that the power is like a nail, enough to penetrate the hilichurls' defenses!

For the first time, Anping cut through the skin of the hilichurls.

"Well done." After that, Anping practiced diligently. Ying felt that he had nothing to teach Anping, and he could only rely on his own to slowly comprehend these things in battle.

As for swordsmanship, Ying's swordsmanship is a world adventure that has been trained, and this is not something that can be learned by following her one move and one style.

As for the use of the elements, she herself is just a newcomer. It seems that after the trip to the snowy mountains, he can let him embark on an adventurous journey on his own.

Anping's monster-like talent made Yingdu a little surprised, how long has it been, and it has almost spanned the efforts of ordinary people in a lifetime.

The technique can almost be said to be mastered after comprehension, and it doesn't require much practice, and if this talent had been born in a martial arts family, I'm afraid it would have been famous for Teyvat.

When Anping stabbed the hilichurl with a sword, Ying threw the cursed sword in his hand to Anping.

"I'll give it to you after you learn it, don't forget your skills just because you changed to a good sword, and the next battle will be all up to you."

"Ying, you're such a good person!" Anping wanted to give Ying a hug to show his gratitude. But after thinking about it, she will definitely take advantage of her and kick it away, so forget it.

Albedo was glad that he had finished painting the hilichurls, but unfortunately Anping didn't have time to paint in detail, and it was a little abstract.

However, Anping, who got the new sword, did not rush to use it, and he continued to use the wooden sword along the way to start slashing at the trees.

Now you can use a wooden sword to wreak havoc on tree trunks. Finally reached the realm of the carving master, Anping was extremely excited.

Although judging from the traces caused by the wooden sword, it will take some time for Keqing to work hard. Continue to go all the way, and then meet the hilichurl Slime Anping is to lift the cursed sword, and kill all the way like chopping melons and vegetables.

The vitality contained in the sword body is also getting stronger and stronger.

"Why don't we go to the burial place of Du Lin and have a look, I feel that there is no special place to continue up, and we can't come to the snow mountain just to cut down the hill people, right?" Anping This is not a whim proposal.

After this sword absorbed more and more vitality, An Ping actually felt the spiritual guidance coming from the sword body.

This spiritual force was guiding him to the place where Durin was buried.

"I don't have a problem with that." Ying also felt that there was nothing to be discovered on this road. She didn't come to the snowy mountains to fight the hilichurls.

"But Anping, you're okay, right?" Ying was a little worried about whether there would be any danger for Anping to go there.

She noticed that Anping was still distracted along the way, apparently hearing the inexplicable heartbeat.

"There shouldn't be any problems..."An Ping tried to communicate with the spiritual power in the sword, but there was no response.

It's just that in the dark, Anping feels that his resonance with the snow-capped mountains doesn't seem to be a bad thing.

"Are you going to Sleeping Dragon Valley?" Albedo's expression was a little unnatural.

"Is that rib-like fossil place called the Valley of the Sleeping Dragon?" An Ping asked.

"That's right, that's where Durin fell. If you're going there, then let's go back, and I can go back to the lab and sort out the materials I've collected today. Albedo's expression and tone looked as unchanged as the perennial snow on a snowy mountain.

But Anping and Ying both sensed that he didn't seem to want to go there.

"Is there any danger in that Sleeping Dragon Valley? Or is there something special? Ying thought it would be better to ask Albedo a little more clearly.

"Maybe because of the influence of Durin's blood, the monsters there will be more powerful than usual, ordinary adventurers generally dare not approach, and even the residual breath of Durin, they can't stand it. But if it weren't for some mysterious force in the Snow Mountain that suppressed Durin's wreckage, the impact would actually be much more terrifying than it is now, but your words shouldn't matter, whether it's a monster or Durin's suppressed wreckage aura, it won't pose any threat to you. Albedo thought for a moment and decided that there should be no danger for them.

"Dulin has been dead for five hundred years, can the breath still affect ordinary people?" Anping was a little incredulous.

"It was the dragon that Barbatos the Wind God had defeated in conjunction with his Scroll Dvalin, and if it hadn't been for its burial in the Snowy Mountains, Mondstadt would have been contaminated by now." Albedo reveals a little-known secret.

Durin was defeated by Barbatos and Dvalin together. In Mondstadt's records, only Dvalin, the Dragon of the East Wind, has a record.

Anping couldn't understand why Barbatos hadn't been recorded in that battle, and Ying was even more curious about the mysterious power that suppressed the contamination of Durin's wreckage.

And they all noticed this point in time five hundred years ago at the same time.