Genshin Impact: The Great Evil Dragon’s Death System

At the Gunhild family's training ground, Qin is teaching the Yinxifeng sword technique.

Ying's martial arts foundation is neither too good nor too bad, it is at an average level. If he meets a master of the same level with higher skills, he will suffer a loss.

The chance of victory at that time will be her elusive luck, but her luck has always been good in this regard.

Qin introduced the West Wind Sword Art to Ying: "This sword art was passed down from the ancient hero of the Knights, Senior Wolf Rustan. He was not only the Knight of the North Wind, but also the Vice-Captain of the Knights. He was also known as the Shadow of the Lion of Light, Alendrin."

"The Lion of Light is a Lionfang Knight, and I am also a Lionfang Knight. I have always regarded Senior Alendrin as my role model and followed his path."

"What I admire most about Senior Alan Delin is that he doesn't have the Eye of God, but he earned the title of Lionfang Knight simply by relying on his own talent and hard training."

"I'm not as good as him."

Ying looked at Qin who seemed to be reminiscing about something, and how the swordplay of West Wind led to the young wolf Rustan, and how the introduction of Rustan involved the Lionfang Knight Alandrin.

Finally, the thought turned to himself. It turned out that he was lamenting the greatness of his ancestors and that he must not slack off but must work hard to live up to the name of the Lion's Tooth Knight.

Ying looked at Qin with emotion, what a motivated person who is always motivating herself!

Compare that to the lazy dragon in the room, who was born with such good conditions but is not hardworking. All he thinks about all day is women, women, and his mind is full of obscene things.

Comparing the two, I wonder how much better Qin is than him?

Qin continued, "The previous Lionfang Knight, Senior Alendrin, practiced the greatsword. He was a genius in the art of greatsword and created the West Wind Greatsword Technique."

"Powerful, strong, and capable of splitting mountains and overturning seas."

"However, the West Wind Great Sword Technique requires too much strength, and the inheritance lineage has been broken."

"Senior Diluk's swordsmanship has some traces of the Great Swordsmanship of Favonius. I guess he has used his extraordinary talent to restore the Great Swordsmanship of Favonius!"

"It's a pity that I mainly use the one-handed sword, and I couldn't inherit Senior Allen Delin's West Wind Great Sword Technique."

"But the West Wind Sword Art created by Senior Rustan is the soul of the West Wind Long Sword. Without the blessing of the West Wind Sword Art, the West Wind Long Sword is just a sharper sword."

"Senior Rustan endowed the Sword of West Wind with a soul of protection."

"Legend has it that Senior Rustam can use the sword of the west wind to cut off the falling rain, and the wind generated by the sword dance can cut the roses and extinguish the torches."

Qin held Ying's hand and taught her how to use a sword.

Ying felt the warmth of Qin's little hand, and her pretty face turned slightly red. Especially when she smelled the scent of Qin's dandelions, she felt a little strange.

"The West Wind Swordsmanship emphasizes lightness, speed, and precision, and a single strike is enough to kill. It is the opposite of the West Wind Great Swordsmanship, so this is why people call Senior Rustam the Shadow of the Lion of Light, Alendrin."

“West Wind Swordsmanship is more like a sword for assassination. If you don’t use it, it’s nothing. But if you use it, it will shock everyone.

"It's ironic that it's called the Sword of Protection. I guess the only way to protect your friends is to kill the enemy!"

Ying felt Qin's breath and looked at her serious profile. She really wanted to stay in this moment for the rest of her life.

Suddenly, she looked at the castle of the Gunhild family vigilantly and protected the piano behind her.

Qin looked in the direction of Ying's vigilance with some confusion: "What's wrong?"

Ying said with sweat all over her forehead: "What a terrible elemental reaction..."

Ever since Ying received the blessing of the God of Wind and gained the power of wind element, her understanding of elemental power has improved by leaps and bounds. Now she can clearly feel the elemental power around her.

Qin is a warm but resilient wind, Barbara is soft and shining water, Frederica is a passionate and warm fire, and Jing Fantian is full of yellow violence...

But this elemental reaction was like a golden sun. The rock elements of the entire world all moved towards him, worshiping the arrival of the God of Precious Gold.

"Rock God——Morax!"

Jing Fantian fell asleep unknowingly. He couldn't remember his previous dream, so he wanted to fall asleep again to see if he could remember it.

This is very important for him!

Seeing that Jing Fantian had fallen asleep, Paimeng's behavior became more and more bold. He directly turned on the automatic pickup. This is not called stealing, it's called picking up. I picked it up!

Picking is the people’s heaven!

Gradually, Paimon picked up all of Jing Fantian's Mora. A figure appeared beside Paimon, and the shadow covered the little Paimon.

Paimon was picking up the last Mora, but he immediately panicked and didn't hold the Mora firmly, so he dropped it.

Mora fell to the ground with a tinkling sound.

The figure picked up Mora who had fallen to the ground and looked at Paimon.

Paimon said in panic: "I didn't steal it, I found it."

Zhongli shook his head and smiled, then looked at Paimon and said, "It seems that the plan for Sky Island has already begun."

Paimon was puzzled: "What plan?"

Zhongli shook his head: "Nothing."

Then Zhongli easily put the Mora in his hand into his pocket.

Paimon’s eyes widened. Did this guy forget to turn off the automatic pickup?

Wait, what's wrong with this guy?

Paimeng looked at Jing Fantian, then turned to look at Zhongli, and was surprised at how similar the two men were.

They are about 60 to 70 percent similar, but their temperaments are completely different.

Jing Fantian gives people a sense of savagery that comes from the wilderness. No ethics or morals can restrain him. He is lawless and unrestrained.

His facial features are more of an unruly one, with the eyes of an eagle, a wolf, and a tiger. Anyway, he is not born to look like a country with peace and prosperity, but rather a world in chaos.

I always feel like this guy is going to cause trouble!

But Zhongli gives people a sense of nobility and elegance, as if it is an antique from a long time ago. It seems nothing special at first glance, but the more you appreciate it, the more you feel it opens the door.

It feels like a rock that has stood for thousands of years. No matter how windy and rainy it is, the stone will be worn away, but it will still be there, not moving an inch.

Paimon searched his little head and finally came to a shocking conclusion: "You are the Rock God Morax!"

Zhongli smiled and said, "You can call me Zhongli. You are qualified."

Paimon agreed, "Zhongli? All right then!"

Zhongli smiled and sat down.

Paimeng changed the subject: "But I think Zhongzi is more intimate. Brahma usually calls you Zhongzi. Is anyone who can be called Zi in Liyue a great sage?"

The corner of Zhongli's mouth twitched, and he looked at Jing Fantian who was sleeping soundly.

"Don't call me Zhongzi, I don't like this name."

"Okay then, I'll call you Zhongli!"

Paimon's wallet was bulging and he couldn't even fly. He just leaned on the sofa next to him and stared at Zhongli.

She was still upset about a Mora that Zhongli had just picked up: "Zhongli, you are the god who created Mora. There are so many Mora that you can't count them all. How did you pick up my Mora? Give it back to me now."

Zhongli laughed and said, "It's better to use someone else's Mora than to create your own Mora. What's more, this is not your Mora, it's this rebellious son's Mora."

Zhongli glanced at Jing Fantian who was sleeping, sighed, and said, "That's the good thing about being young." He fell asleep immediately.

Paimeng didn't care about the Mora anymore. He glanced at Jing Fantian and said to Zhongli, "Zhongli, are you here to capture your son and seal him up in Liyue?"

Zhongli glanced at Paimeng and said, "Paimeng, do you think we should lock this evil dragon back in the mountain?"

Paimon said firmly: "Lock him up, lock him up in the mountains and let him be with his animal friends."

"This evil dragon will never do anything that has anything to do with humans. It just wastes air if it lives."

Zhongli smiled.

Paimon changed the subject: "But he is quite rich, so he is not very difficult to get along with. He can still be disciplined."

Zhongli thought quietly for a while.