Genshin Impact: Starting with Jingyuan Character Card

Three days later...

"How's it going? Is my little maid still a little nervous?"

On the calm sea, Yun Fan and Coral Palace Xinhai were standing at the foresail of the ship, gazing at the magnificent scenery before them.

"I am indeed a little nervous. After all, we are going to meet General Lei Dian." Coral Palace Xinhai shook her head. To be honest, she was indeed a little reluctant to go for the negotiations.

"Hahaha, are you afraid that General Thunder will chop you to death with one blow? Don't worry, I'm here. Even if there are ten more General Thunder, I can make them kneel on the ground and sing "Conquer." Yun Fan laughed and his self-confidence and arrogance were clearly revealed in his words.

"You are kidding again..." Coral Palace Xinhai held her forehead helplessly. If Yun Fan had not displayed his divine power that day, she would really have thought that the man in front of her was just an ordinary Liyue citizen, because she could not see any of the qualities of an immortal in him.

Not only that, he also loves to brag. During the days when she became a maid, she had heard words like rubbing the wind god with hands and stepping on the rock god with feet countless times.

Of course, she just regarded these as jokes. After all, Rock God and Wind God were both powerful rulers at the same level as the Shogun's Raiden Shogun. How could they be ravaged by an immortal?

"Haha, you'll soon find out if it's true or not."

………………

"Hi, hi, hi! Ladies and gentlemen! Your good brother Liben is back again!"

At the Southern Cross Fighting Conference, our uncle Liben was still as excited as ever. This time, he pinned the microphone to his collar and waved his bare hands vigorously as if to cheer.

"This guy Liben is really full of energy..." Paimeng couldn't help but complain, thinking, Uncle Liben, your action is a bit too awkward, isn't it? Is this the legendary community bull?

"Yeah, I agree." Yingmei on the side nodded in agreement, then hugged Paimon in her arms and kneaded her cheeks hard.

"Wuwuwu, wake up, why are you rubbing my face?" Our emergency food was a little confused by Ying's sudden attack, and immediately struggled hard.

However, with her limited strength, she couldn't even beat one-third of a wild boar, so how could she resist the ruthless iron hands of a shameless stranger?

After struggling in vain, she had no choice but to accept her fate and let Ying continue to rub her face.

"Paimon, I'm a little nervous. Do you think I can beat Grayshus..." Yingmei asked guiltily. Of course, she also knew that she was definitely not Grayshus' opponent. The reason she asked this was just to seek some psychological comfort.

"Traveler, you are asking this question even though you already know the answer. How can you possibly beat Grayshuse? You know, she killed the Whirlpool Demon God Osel with one sword!" Paimon said speechlessly, "Traveler, Traveler, where do you get your confidence from?"

"You ungrateful little brat, I'm going to rub you to death!" Yingmei's face suddenly darkened when she didn't get the comfort she wanted from Paimon but instead got ridicule. She pinched Paimon's face with both hands and pulled it hard to both sides.

"Ne is awake, woo ko le..."

Turning his attention back to the stage, after Liben's passionate speech, the atmosphere on the scene became lively. He seized the opportunity, struck while the iron was hot, and announced loudly.

"Now, the semi-finals of the Southern Cross Fight Tournament officially begin! The first match will be between Miss Grayshu and the Traveler Ying!"

“Graysh!” “Graysh!” “Graysh!” “…”

“Traveler!” “Traveler!” “Traveler!” “…”

Before the two came on stage, supporters of both sides started shouting, cheering and cheering for them.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, our traveler Yingmei came on stage.

"Tread, step, step..."

The sound of brisk footsteps came from the passage on the left. The next moment, a traveler named Yingmei with beautiful blonde hair walked out holding the Sword of Dawn and stood on the left side of the competition field.

She responded to the fans' encouragement with a smile and then waved at them.

At the same time, no sound came from the passage on the right.

Just when everyone thought that Grayshu had withdrawn from the competition, our protagonist suddenly poked his head out.

"This...our contestant Grayshu isn't wearing shoes. No wonder we didn't hear any sound. Hahaha."

Liben smiled awkwardly and scratched his messy hair subconsciously.

Hearing this, everyone turned their eyes to Grayshu's bare feet, and suddenly, the scene became silent.

'Gudong! '

I don't know which guy swallowed first, and then there was the sound of many people swallowing saliva.

Perhaps because of the fusion of Honkai Beast genes, Gray's body was frozen in her youth. Her feet were plump and smooth, white and rosy, and even after rubbing against the ground for a long time, there were no scars or wear. It could be called a creation of the gods, not something that should exist in the human world.

"Ahem, now that both contestants are here, I declare that the Southern Cross Martial Arts Tournament - semi-finals officially begins!" Liben quickly changed the subject. He was afraid that if he continued, the competition would change.

"Sister Grayshu, please don't show mercy. Let me see how big the gap is between me and the so-called demon god at this moment." Sister Ying clasped her fists towards Grayshu and asked seriously.

"Eh?" Grayxiu tilted her head, and then said something that shocked Yingmei: "But I don't want Sister Ying to die, so I can't use my full strength."

"This..." Ying scratched her head awkwardly. What Grayshu said made sense. She seemed unable to resist the sword that killed the whirlpool demon god Osel. "Ahem, then sister Grayshu, please hold back. I still want to live for a few hundred more years."

"Yes, Grayshull knows." Grayshull nodded seriously, then stretched out her hands into the void, and a paintbrush and palette emerged and fell into her hands.

"Damn it, Sister Gray is serious about this!" A drop of cold sweat ran down Sister Ying's forehead. She tightly grasped the Sword of Dawn with her right hand, and her whole body was tense.

"Ohhh! What did I see?! Contestant Grayshu actually took out the popular paintbrush and palette over at Fontaine. What's going on? Is she going to use these to fight?"