After transmigrating into Sword Spirit: The villain obediently comes to my bowl

The eyes of Lin Fan, Ye Hanshuang, Li Haodong, Shangguan Fei and others all lit up,

Especially Shangguan Fei, who is a first-level casual cultivator, but is very poor. Now that he has this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, his heart beats with excitement...

Dongfang Yu looked at the moon in the sky, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, "Let's rest today and confirm the location of the Treasure Pavilion tomorrow.

We will start to act in the evening, I want Qin Rulong and Qin Rumeng to regret and let us stay. "

"it is good!"

Lin Fan, Shangguan Fei and others nodded in agreement with Dongfang Yu's proposal...

Jinghong withdrew the soundproof barrier with a wave of his hand, and everyone went back to their rooms.

The night was in a hurry, and it was early morning again, and the sun had just risen.

Dongfang Yu is holding the silver Zhan Shenjian, under the crabapple tree, practicing the No.12 sword of the Jinghong Thirteen Swords, Mishen Zhanmeng,

The tip of the Silver Slashing Sword shone with light, condensing silver-white smoke, shining with a dazzling cold light,

As the power of the ice god in the dantian continued to circulate, the cloud gradually turned into a small sword about ten centimeters long,

There seems to be clouds and mist lingering on the silver-white sword, giving people an unreal feeling and exuding a mysterious atmosphere.

Dongfang Yu's black eyes narrowed slightly, feeling the mysterious aura emanating from the little sword,

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: Jinghong Thirteen Swords, one sword is stronger than one sword, although it is only the first time to condense the Mishen Slashing Dream,

He already understood that the power of this move can confuse the cultivator's spiritual consciousness, and make the cultivator fall into a dream, beheaded in a dream...

Jinghong sat quietly in front of the white jade table, resting his chin on his hands, watching Dongfang Yu who was practicing sword intently,

When Meimou saw the silvery white sword with a cold light and a mysterious atmosphere, she couldn't help admiring: "This move is so powerful!

Ayu, it has such power as soon as it is cast, and after cultivating Mishen Zhanmeng to great success, it should be difficult to meet opponents in the Immortal Realm. "

Dongfang Yu flicked the silver sword in his hand, and the small silver sword flew out from the tip of the Yin Zhan sword,

It made a lightning-like circle around Yingkeju and flew to the southwest corner.

"what!"

"what!"

Two screams sounded, Dongfang Yu and Jinghong looked at each other, and a smile flashed in their eyes.

The two of them tapped their toes firmly on the ground and landed on the courtyard wall of the Yingke residence, and saw two men in black lying on the ground outside the courtyard wall.

There are no signs of life, and the strange thing is that there are smiles on the corners of their mouths, as if they are dreaming...

Dongfang Yu glanced lightly, then withdrew his gaze, put his arms around Jinghong's waist, and flew down under the crabapple tree.

There was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, he looked at Jinghong tenderly and said: "The Mishen Zhanzhan is indeed the No. 12 sword in Jinghong's Thirteen Swords, its power is really amazing."

Jinghong frowned, raised his chin proudly, and said with high spirits: "That's right, don't you want to see who gave you the sword technique?"

Looking at her proud little appearance, Dongfang Yu felt sweet in his heart, and stretched out his hand to embrace her in his arms,

Thin lips pressed against her fair ears, and said in a low voice: "My shock is the most powerful!"

The corner of Jinghong's mouth couldn't help but rise, he stretched out a finger, and gently poked his solid chest,

He said cheerfully: "Know that I am powerful, treat me better in the future."

Dongfang Yu took a look at her profile, and said tenderly and dotingly: "Yes, my princess."

The crabapple tree is swaying with the wind, and the scent of the strands is blown to every corner of the Yingke Residence...

Lin Fan and Ye Hanshuang opened the door, and saw the two hugging each other under the crabapple tree. It was such a beautiful picture that people couldn't bear to disturb it.

"Lin Fan, why are you standing there?"

Li Haodong's voice broke the tranquility of the welcoming center.

Dongfang Yu was reluctant to let go of Jinghong, and looked at Li Haodong coldly with dark eyes.

Li Haodong didn't see Dongfang Yu and Jinghong behind him, he didn't know that he disturbed Dongfang Yu...

I just felt a chill rising from the soles of my feet, and subconsciously gathered my clothes together,

Curiously looking at Lin Fan who was gloating, he asked, "Lin Fan, do you think it's a bit cold today?"

Jinghong and Ye Hanshuang couldn't hold back, they laughed out loud, and the laughter rang out in the courtyard of the welcoming residence.

A smile flashed in Lin Fandanfeng's eyes, "Haodong, you are a cultivator at the peak of the Divine Human Realm, and you are not afraid of the cold and heat for a long time, so why do you feel the cold?"

A trace of confusion flashed in Lin Haodong's eyes, and he said to himself: "You are right, but why do I feel cold?"

"Haodong, come and let's compete."

Dongfang Yu's voice sounded from behind, and his voice seemed a little cold.

Li Haodong turned his head and looked at Dongfang Yu's eyes that were beating and eager to try.

"Okay, I just want to discuss with you."

The corner of Dongfang Yu's mouth twitched into a meaningful smile, and said lightly: "This competition will definitely satisfy you."

Lin Fan looked at Lin Haodong with a smile, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart: Haodong, will he be dealt with badly?

Dongfang Yu and Li Haodong were exchanging ideas under the crabapple tree. There were many shadows of swords, and the sound of divine swords colliding could be heard from time to time.

Within a cup of tea, Li Haodong was suppressed by Dongfang Yu. He looked at Dongfang Yu adoringly and said, "Brother Yu, I admit defeat!"

The sword in Dongfang Yu's hand kept changing his moves, and said gently: "Haodong, don't give up easily, let me see where your limit is?"

When Shangguan Fei came over, he saw Dongfang Yu and Li Haodong discussing each other, looked at Lin Fan curiously and asked, "What's wrong with Haodong? Did he make Brother Yu angry? Otherwise, why can't you think about competing with Brother Yu?"

Lin Fan never took his eyes off the battle, and said with a smile, "Haodong destroyed a "picture" that Brother Yu liked, and Brother Yu proposed to compete with Haodong."

Shangguan Fei looked at Li Haodong who was surrounded by the sword light sympathetically, and the scene of him sparring with Brother Yu appeared in his mind. The feeling of being unable to fight and run was still fresh in his memory.

Li Haodong felt the sword in his hand getting heavier and heavier. He looked at Dongfang Yu and said, "Brother Yu, I can't do it anymore."

Dongfang Yu smiled and said warmly, "Haodong, I think it is far from reaching your limit now."

The Yin Zhan in his hand began to use the Piaomiao swordsmanship, and the clouds and mist slowly surrounded the two of them.

Li Haodong wailed in his heart: Brother Yu is so scary, I will never compete with Brother Yu again.

The sword in his hand became heavy, and he said pitifully: "Brother Yu, did I do something wrong? Tell me, I will definitely change it. I really can't hold on anymore."

Dongfang Yu finally withdrew the silver sword in his hand, and Li Haodong lay on the ground in embarrassment, breathing heavily.

Dongfang Yu said with a smile: "Haodong, you will be better at this time."

Li Haodong struggled to get up from the ground, sat on the ground and began to practice. He had never felt such a feeling before, and it was so hard to move his fingers.

I made up my mind: I will never compete with Brother Yu again. Is this a competition?This is unilateral abuse!

He felt so pitiful, why wasn't Lin Fan the one who was being compared?

He saw Lin Fan's gloating eyes.

The power of the surrounding gods rushed into his body, and he abandoned distracting thoughts...

Dongfang Yu walked to the white jade table and sat down, Jinghong handed him a cup of spiritual tea, and glanced at Li Haodong who was practicing,

She said with crooked eyebrows: "Ayu, next time you are like this, Haodong will definitely not compete with you."