Fast time travel: The host takes his life and frantically teases and criticizes the villain

Linfeng Inn.

As soon as Cheng Yan entered the room, a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat could not help but spurt out, blood bloomed in his white and blue robe, and some blood finally appeared on his lips, but it was crumbling as if it was going to die at any time.

Cheng Yan supported the door panel for a while, this body is really useless, if it moves a little, it will fall apart.

"Within January, you will die."

A voice suddenly came from behind, and the cold tone was like falling into an ice cellar, making Cheng Yan cough uncontrollably.

"Cough cough cough..."

Cheng Yan turned around with difficulty, and saw Ling Jiuxuan's stinking face, and was about to speak when he was interrupted by an earth-shattering cough.

Ling Jiuxuan stood by the curtain, his face was in the shadows, looking gloomy and inhuman.

Seeing Cheng Yan like this, he flicked his fingertips and popped a pill into Cheng Yan's mouth.

The medicine works very well and the annoying coughing sound is gone.

Cheng Yan stroked his chest and sat down at the table, making himself a pot of rose tea.

He made tea as if no one was there, Ling Jiuxuan listened carefully to his inner voice, but he never heard any voice.

He watched Cheng Yan's flowing movements, obviously doing it countless times, but he had never seen Cheng Yan drinking scented tea.

Cheng Yan made the tea, took a sip to moisten his throat, and then looked at Ling Jiuxuan.

"Are you trying to say that I will die by your hands?" He smiled half-smile, showing no emotion.

Ling Jiuxuan stood in place, moved his fingertips, and looked at by his calm eyes, he felt at a loss as to what to do.

"You can't run away." His tone was calm, and the hidden paranoia quietly changed the flavor of this sentence.

"Didn't I run away?" Cheng Yan spread his hands.

Ling Jiuxuan tilted his head very slightly, and with a thought, the man came to him.

He approached slightly, his dark eyes were like a deep whirlpool, pulling people into an endless abyss.

"Cheng Yan," he put his hand on Cheng Yan's face, gently traced, his voice beguilingly intimate, "You can escape to the ends of the earth, and I will find you."

If he hadn't heard the threat, Cheng Yan would probably have thought he was flirting with him.

Cheng Yan slapped his hand away, and suddenly pressed him against the pillar with force. Ling Jiuxuan was caught off guard and forgot to push him away.

"Can I escape into your heart?" Cheng Yan's eyes were sincere, and the dead spirit of the past was completely gone. Ling Jiuxuan couldn't help being startled, this kind of Cheng Yan was like a living person.

Cheng Yan carefully observed the changes in his expression, seeing that he was really stunned, took a step back, and laughed out loud in a good mood.

"Hahahaha..." Cheng Yan sat back on the stool, "Ling Jiuxuan, can I understand that you are talking to me?"

He took a sip of tea, then smiled and shook his head, "Then you are really stupid."

Ling Jiuxuan didn't expect that Cheng Yan would not play cards according to common sense, his brows were tightened, as if he became angry from embarrassment, a flame swept towards Cheng Yan with high temperature.

Cheng Yan casually sprinkled the tea in his hand, and it turned into a wall of water beside him, cutting off the flames.

Half of the roses were frozen in the water wall, and half were burned by the flames, and a strange floral fragrance lingered in the air.

Ling Jiuxuan's pupils shrank, and the thin water wall clearly did not have any fluctuations in cultivation, but it easily blocked his flames.

Even Cheng Yan in his heyday would not have been able to achieve this level without Shui Lingen.

Ling Jiuxuan broke through the water wall, his figure turned into an afterimage, grabbed Cheng Yan's neck and pressed him against the wall, his eyes were fierce, "Who are you?"

His spiritual power penetrated into his body and sensed the state of his soul, but he didn't find anything wrong.

But how could it be so different if it wasn't for the loss?

Cheng Yan looked down at the slender white hand in front of him, and raised his hand to cover his wrist.

'What a beautiful hand. '

In the next second, there was a crisp click, and Ling Jiuxuan's hand was broken.

Ling Jiuxuan is a strong man in the Mahayana period, and he has long been invulnerable. Cheng Yan is the first one who can break his hand so easily.

Ling Jiuxuan looked at Cheng Yan with complicated eyes, but Cheng Yan stopped looking at him, turned around and lay down on the bed.

When Ling Jiuxuan put his hand back in place, Cheng Yan had already fallen asleep peacefully.

Ling Jiuxuan stood quietly for a long time, and finally disappeared.

The next moment, Ling Jiuxuan appeared in the Cheng family's ancestral house. He searched the Cheng family's ancestral hall, but he couldn't find Cheng Yan's fate card.

Practitioners all have a life card, and when the life card is broken, it means that the body dies and the dao disappears.

The entire Cheng family was shrouded in a terrifying atmosphere, and a huge panic suddenly set off.

The Patriarch of the Cheng family rushed to the ancestral hall immediately, and saw his ancestor talking with a mysterious person in the ancestral hall.

Seeing him coming, the two of them looked at the door in unison. The strong sense of oppression made him, a monk at the integration stage, a little weak in his legs.

"Where is Cheng Yan's fate card now?"

Ling Jiuxuan spoke first, and Patriarch Cheng was asked about Cheng Yan out of the blue, and subconsciously glanced at Patriarch.

The latter nodded to him.

Patriarch Cheng had no choice but to tell the truth, "Cheng Yan's fate token was taken away by him thousands of years ago. As for where it was taken, I don't know."

"When exactly?"

"It should be... 500 years ago."

When Ling Jiuxuan got the answer, his figure flickered, and he left directly.

The ancestor of the Cheng family flicked his sleeves, his face was extremely smelly, "How did this kid Cheng Yan mess with such a person? He has no rules."

"Old Ancestor, you don't know who this is?"

"Who else is it other than enemies?"

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Cheng Yan slept until dawn, went out after breakfast.

Hearing that there was a martial arts competition in the north of the city today, he planned to join in the fun.

It was still early, and the north of the city was already crowded with people. It was obvious that the recruitment of relatives was attracting much attention.

"Fellow Daoist, who is this martial arts contest recruiting relatives?"

Cheng Yan squeezed into the crowd, only saw the festive arena, turned to ask the people beside him.

"Fellow Daoist just came to Beihong City, the contestant to recruit relatives is the first son of Beihong City, Zhu Penglou!"

"So it's Mr. Penglou, but it's rare to see men competing in martial arts to recruit relatives." Cheng Yan nodded clearly.

During these days in Beihong City, he often heard people talking about Mr. Penglou.

"Hey, I heard that Mr. Penglou is trying to pass the test of love, but he is clearly practicing the way of ruthlessness. How can a mediocre person like me comprehend what a genius thinks?"

Cheng Yan said with a smile: "Perhaps only after feeling the little love can one comprehend the great love, and reach the state of being both sentient and ruthless. Everything is a law. If you can get the Tao by doing this, it's okay to try. Why do fellow Taoists underestimate yourself? The way is in your heart, just go.”

"What Fellow Daoist said is very true."

"Hahaha, what a sentimental and ruthless person!" A hearty voice came from the side, "Cheng Anzhi next time, I wonder if I can make friends with a fellow Taoist?"

Hearing the surname "Cheng", Cheng Yan turned his head to look, and raised his eyebrows when he saw the token with the word "Cheng" hanging on the other party's waist.

"It's a great honor to perform in the next schedule."

"Cheng..." Cheng Anzhi paused, then his eyes were filled with shock, and he couldn't say a complete sentence, "You, you are, Cheng..."

Cheng Yan just gave him a look to signal him to keep quiet.

Cheng Anzhi looked around, nodded vigorously, took a few steps closer, and said in a low voice, "Senior, this junior is the 112th generation descendant of the Cheng family, my father Cheng Yuanshan, this junior is rude, please don't blame this senior."

"No problem." Cheng Yan waved his hand, "Let's watch the competition."

At this moment above the pavilion, the much-anticipated Mr. Penglou was already standing in front of everyone.