Reborn as Xiao in another world, targeted by the little red bird

"Sir! Sir! Something bad has happened. Someone has broken into the area where the athletes are active!" A staff member stumbled into the office of Qing Lan, the person in charge of the arena.

"Let's not talk for now. My men seem to be in urgent need of something." Qing Lan put down the communication stone and frowned slightly at the flustered employees in front of him. He asked in a calm voice, "Aren't there still guards? Can't they stop us?"

"We can't stop him. He's an immortal and we're no match for him." The staff looked at Qing Lan for help.

"Immortals?" Qing Lan realized something was wrong and stood up from his seat. "Where are they? Take me there."

"Yes! Yes!" The staff felt relieved.

On the other side, Master Hong completely released the aura of a Saint-level four-star, and he was unstoppable along the way. The staff and the guards were suppressed to the ground by the Saint-level aura, and the contestants passing by dared not speak out. They only dared to discuss in a low voice after the two walked away.

"This immortal is so aggressive, he probably isn't here to participate in the competition, right?"

"It looks like they are here to arrest someone."

"Catch someone? Has anyone among us offended the Immortal?"

"It is possible that he is here to look for his own disciples."

"Terrible."

"Let's go quickly. I heard that the person in charge of this arena is not someone you can easily mess with. If we fail to reach an agreement and end up fighting, that won't be fun."

"..."

"My immortal, it is not polite for you to be so aggressive in my territory." Another holy aura arrived and helped the people on the ground to offset the pressure.

At the end of the corridor, a middle-aged man in white uniform walked slowly. Looking at his tall figure, the employees of the arena couldn't help but calm down.

Seeing the newcomer, Mr. Hong also calmed down a little. He said straight to the point, "You are the boss here, right? Call Jin Peng over."

"A dignified sect in the immortal world actually wants to snatch people from my shabby place?" Qing Lan cast a teasing look at the old man and did not take the words seriously.

"Jin Peng is Xiao, I guess I'm not wrong." Old Hong said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Qing Lan retracted the mockery in his eyes and looked at the old man in front of him seriously. Soon, he suddenly realized and sneered, "You really went to great lengths for him. If I call him here and he doesn't want to go with you, what will you do?"

"It's not up to him to decide whether to leave or not." Mr. Hong said bluntly.

"you dare."

……

After Xiao finished that game, he sat in the waiting room and reviewed the game, but after wasting some time, he realized that there was nothing to review. He looked up at the clock on the wall and found that it was time for lunch, so he informed the staff and left the waiting room. He planned to go out for lunch and then come back to continue playing.

As he was walking out, he suddenly felt two Saint-level auras that were refusing to give in to each other. The arena did not allow contestants to fight in the corridor, not to mention that he had never seen a Saint-level contestant here.

That's strange!

He held his breath, tiptoed towards the source of the breath, and cautiously poked his head out of the corner.

"Jin Peng is Xiao, I guessed right."

Then he heard these words.

He immediately withdrew himself and leaned against the wall, his eyes somewhat wandering.

How come someone is looking for me again and has come here? Wait, are they the same group of people from the past few days? Come to think of it, there was a moment this morning when I felt that I was being followed. Tsk, why are these people haunting me?

"One is a four-star Saint, the other is a four-star Venerable. Haha, that's nothing. How about you give me the control of your body, and I will put an end to your troubles for you." "Xiao" sneered.

Xiao said speechlessly: "Don't think I don't know. As long as you want, you can take control of your body at any time."

"Hmph, boring." Xiao felt a little bored after being exposed. "If you ask me, I'd better go out and beat him up, so that he knows he is not worthy. It's such a simple thing, there's no need to hide."

Beat up a Saint-level four-star strongman...

Xiao didn't know what to say for a moment.

At this moment, the wooden sign hanging on Xiao's waist flashed a few times and made a sound that only Xiao could hear.

"I think I know what's going on. Boy, if you trust me, just walk out. I have a way to help you get rid of this kind of trouble." After Ling Xiao finished speaking, he suddenly found that one of Xiao's eyes turned green, and then he heard him say: "If you want to trick him, I don't mind tearing you apart on the spot."

Xiao suddenly lost control of his body:?

The look in his eyes that wanted to kill a bird could not be hidden. In an instant, Ling Xiao felt a bone-chilling chill. He realized what he was facing at the moment, and suddenly understood the meaning of "special" mentioned by the black-robed man. So he laughed and said, "No, in a sense, I am an enemy of the immortal you are talking about."

"Hmph, that's best."

……

Just as Old Hong and Qing Lan were competing in secret without saying a word, Jin Peng walked out from the darkness and came to their side.

"What are you doing here?" Qing Lan was a little unhappy.

"Are you Jin Peng?" Old Hong looked at the man in front of him wearing a ghost mask.

"Hmm." A light sound came from under the mask.

"Take off the mask." said Mr. Hong.

"Jin Peng." Qing Lan felt a little uneasy.

Jin Peng paused, reached out and took off the mask, revealing his handsome face underneath the mask.

"It's him!" Wen Xu said.

"Jin Peng!" Qing Lan shouted, feeling even more confused, not knowing what was going on.

"Very good," Mr. Hong nodded with satisfaction and extended his hand to Jin Peng, "Come with me."

Jin Peng did not move, but just stared at Old Hong, without a trace of emotion in his golden eyes.

Old Hong frowned and was about to explode when the wooden sign on Jin Peng's waist suddenly turned into a ball of light and fell to the side, turning into a half-man-high red falcon. To everyone's surprise, the red falcon actually spoke in human language: "Follow you? Where do you want to take him?"

Qing Lan was stunned. Obviously, the development of things exceeded his expectations.

Old Hong's eyes were erratic, and he was thinking about something. It could speak human language, so was it a high-star beast? No, there was no breath of life on this bird, it was not a living thing, could it be a puppet? But could a puppet really behave like a living thing?

And what Chi Falcon did next made him open his eyes wide.

"My master likes this seedling, and you want to rob it? Ha, you are just a saint, who do you think you are?" It held its head high, but its foundation was not good, so it could only look up at the old man. A special smell emanated from its body, which was the smell of time precipitation, symbolizing eternity.

Feeling this breath, Hong Laohu's body trembled. A few years ago, the gods conquered a secret realm that could produce top-level puppets. These puppets looked and behaved like real creatures, and even had a certain level of intelligence. The gods transformed the puppets produced there, and eventually what flowed out of the secret realm became the symbol of the gods. They would give this item to those who recognized it, and all sects were required by the gods to remember this breath, and seeing this puppet was like seeing the gods.

Of course, puppets occasionally escape from the secret realm. The gods turn a blind eye to these ownerless puppets. If you can get and tame them, you will be recognized by the gods. Of course, this is only on the surface, and the gods will not provide you with any help.

But if someone covets the puppets bestowed by the gods, I'm sorry, the successfully transformed puppets can directly contact the gods, so what awaits him will be divine punishment.

Thinking of this, Mr. Hong fell to the ground with a plop, leaving everyone present stunned. After listening to his plea for mercy, everyone finally understood the situation.

No wonder he was able to escape alive from a god-level battle.

Qing Lan looked at Jin Peng with mixed feelings.

"Forget it. I am too lazy to mention such a small matter. Go away. Remember, today's matter can only rot in your stomach. The master does not want his future to be affected." Ling Xiao glanced at the people in the arena coldly and added: "The same goes for you."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Master Hong was as if he had been pardoned, and ran away with his disciples.

Xiao also breathed a sigh of relief. Not only was his trouble solved, but he also didn't have to make up excuses for Ling Xiao's origin.