Yuan Yan felt that what Lin Yi said was very reasonable from the beginning.

She even imagined something like that in her mind's eye.

In the picture, Lin Yi is wearing iron boots, a sword hanging from his waist, and a huge bag behind him, in addition to the food that Lin Yi is eating at the moment, there are also a large number of short spears.

The style of painting in battle is even more strange.

This young cultivator of the Southern Dynasty, who was covered with many heavy objects like a moving temple, ran extremely fast, he kept running towards the front, and then kept throwing flying spears.

The spears were like meteors, forcing a powerful cultivator and his attendants to deal with them carefully, and then he rushed in front of him and slashed and slaughtered.

She was in a gloomy mood, and Lin Yi's lack of words before could not make her heart clear, but at this moment, she couldn't help but giggle when she imagined such a strange picture.

Thinking that if that kind of picture really happened, and Lin Yi's opponent in this picture happened to be the opponent of the Northern Wei Dynasty who was a little disobedient to her, and even gave her a headache, she laughed even louder.

"What's so funny?"

Lin Yi was suddenly a little confused.

"I was just thinking, in the future, if you fight on the battlefield like this, if you become famous, will you be called the Spear King, or the Sword Monster, or the Iron Boots King?" Yuan Yan restrained his smile, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

Those images suddenly appeared in Rong Yi's mind, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"This...."

Lin Yi himself imagined it, and felt that the style was indeed very unique, he smiled and said, "It seems that the King of Iron Boots sounds more powerful." ”

"Then I will make you the king of iron boots. Yuan Yan smiled slightly and said.

"That's amazing, thank you!" Lin Yi laughed.

"You're welcome. ”

She looked up at the sky above, looking at the leisurely flowing clouds, but said softly in her heart, I really hope that one day.

Only she knows herself.

She said this with sincerity.

Even if Lin Yi surrendered to the Northern Wei Dynasty at this time, she was afraid that she would really crown him an iron boot king, a real prince.

......

In fact, if you say that the style of painting is strange, the current one

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