The villain has a special auxiliary way [Quick Transmigration]

Yan Zixi woke up from among the flowers, he raised his hand to caress his forehead, the flower print on his forehead was so bright and seductive, his eyes were confused for a moment, and then turned into long-term loneliness.

He couldn't remember the passionate emotions, and he forgot everything that happened with Gu Chen. The general's enthusiasm and boldness were forever sealed in the corner of his memory.

Ah Huang wanted to see this mysterious host, but only caught a glimpse of the dazzling light. Yan Zixi got up and brushed off the petals on his body: "Don't guess my identity."

With a flick of his fingertips, vitality was injected into Prince Hanzhang's soul, and he flew leisurely into the distance.Yan Zixi only remembered that he had completed his first mission as Prince Hanzhang, and Gu Chen's face was blurred in his mind.

Ah Huang obediently refused to look at him, and said cheerfully: "Host, you have completed the first task, and the reward is [-] points. You can spend and exchange items in the mall."

Yan Zixi nodded: "Before you said that poisonous ~ medicine, please help me exchange it." Ah Huang didn't know why he was so obsessed with poison ~ medicine, but he obediently went to the mall to look for it, and said disappointedly: "The host... ...Due to the short supply of poison~medicine, all of them are temporarily off the shelf, do you have anything else to exchange for? For example, the halo of love, Nandu oil..."

It's strange, why all the drugs that have been slow to sell are out of stock...

Hearing these shameful names, Yan Zixi's expression didn't fluctuate at all, and he said, "No, the points are for you, and you can continue to the next task."

Ah Huang rubbed his hands shyly: "How can this be...it's your host's points, I'll save them for you first, when you want to use them, just take them..."

Before it finished speaking, Yan Zixi started the next task.

There was a sense of weightlessness, and when Yan Zixi opened his eyes, he was already sitting in the dark room, surrounded by pink curtains, which was so delicate and delicate that it didn't look like a man's room.

He raised his hands, these hands were as translucent as boneless, they were obviously slender and well-defined, but they had no strength at all.A long knife was hanging on his body, the handle was shiny new, and it hadn't been used for a long time.

The memory came to Yan Zixi's mind. This time he played the role of a monk named Yan Qing. Yan Qing was born in a famous family in the cultivation world.

It's a pity that when he was treated for a serious injury, someone discovered his physique. He was born with a mysterious yin body, which is a furnace with excellent aptitude.His talent as a furnace~cauldron and container is far higher than his potential as a knife repairer.

While he was in a coma, someone smashed the blade inch by inch, turning a sharp peony knife into a peony scabbard.As a useless person, he was abandoned by the former family and accepted as an apprentice by the current master.

Everyone thinks that Yan Qing worshiped a famous teacher infinitely, but only he knows that what he was taught were all the furnace~cauldron exercises and the skills of serving others.Yan Qing became more and more desperate, and his family even took the initiative to hand over his longevity lamp to the master in exchange for other benefits.

His master Bu Zhenjun looked at him with a noble face: "Your knife veins are all destroyed, and you can't think about anything else except repairing the furnace ~ tripod kung fu." The law slowly transformed him, he became fond of beauty and beauty, and resisted the sword technique. The old peony sword seemed to be completely dead, and he only held on to the pride of the past in front of outsiders.

Yan Zixi finished receiving the memory, stood up from the ground, and walked towards the bronze mirror. The person inside was so beautiful that it was too handsome to get close to, but there was a softness in the eyebrows unconsciously.

A little fairy sparrow flew outside the door, and Yanzi caught it with his hands, and the jade slip inside told him that it would be his turn in the competition soon.

Yan Zixi's knife veins were destroyed, so he didn't have any attack power. He knew that this was not Zhenjun Feng's desire to completely destroy his cultivation of immortality, and at the same time wanted him to bow his head and accept the fate of Zuo Ding.

After all, he doesn't know anything, and to compete is to make a fool of himself.

He was not afraid, instead he raised his eyebrows and smiled, and the expression of the person in the mirror was as bright as a peony, full of rays of light.Yan Zixi straightened his robe meticulously and smugly before opening the door and going out.

The competition venue has already been full of voices, and this time the contest is for the list of people going to Lingshan Zifu, regardless of whether they are internal or external disciples, all can participate.

When Yan Zixi was not smiling, his face could only make people worship. He heard others whispering about 'Peony Sword' and 'Young Wizard with Outstanding Sword Skills'.

Yes, no one knew that his sword veins had been ruined. This young sword repairman's reputation was hard to live up to.

When Yan Zixi arrived at the competition stage, he stood on the stage with a proud and dazzling expression.Ahuang's voice from the system sounded: "Mission objective: Xiao Chenyan. Please host to help Xiao Chenyan ascend to God, rewarding you with [-] points."

The projection appeared in front of Yan Zixi: it was a man in ice-cold, holding a blue long Xiao in his hand, who could overturn the sea and shake the mountains and the ground with just one move.

Yan Zixi didn't feel agitated at all, he had seen this type of person or god a lot.There is only one idea in his mind, which is boring, dull, and boring.

He stood on the stage bored, waiting for his opponent to come to the stage, but there was no one on the other side.He waited for a long time, and gradually lost his patience.

Yan Zixi touched the handle of the knife, smiled at the person in the middle, and said loudly: "Elder, he didn't come, so I have won?"

His wild and beautiful appearance is more colorful than a blooming peony. Elder Chen's eyes flickered: "It stands to reason that it is..."

"Elder, wait a moment." An indifferent male voice came from the air, and Xiao Chenyan's figure strolled in from the air. He touched the void, but it was like stepping on flat ground, neither fast nor slow, and had its own charm.

"Uncle Xiao?"

No one would have thought that the last person in the competition would be Xiao Chenyan. Xiao Chenyan was young, but his seniority was extremely high, and his cultivation was far beyond that of his peers.Although he had never been to Lingshan Zifu, everyone thought that he would go directly to get the quota.

With Xiao Chenyan around, all peony knives are just the light of fireflies.

Yan Zixi most wanted to go to Lingshan Zifu, Xiao Chenyan had many opportunities, but he only had this one.He took off the long knife at his waist, pointed at Xiao Chenyan with the thick scabbard, and said boldly: "Uncle Xiao, you are late. According to the rules, the last spot is mine."

Xiao Chenyan looked at the black scabbard facing him, felt a little displeased, and said calmly: "There are three sticks of incense waiting for the competition, and the time is not over yet."

Yan Zixi raised his eyebrows and looked at Elder Chen, Elder Chen nodded: "Senior brother Xiao is right."

Yan Zixi was a little bored, and began to think about how to get Xiao Chenyan down, Xiao Chenyan took down Bixiao, and said politely: "I heard that my nephew has the reputation of 'Peony Knife', and my uncle is honored to ask for advice today."

As soon as the word Peony came out, Yan Zixi's eyes flashed an almost invisible haze, but he immediately raised his chin and said intentionally: "Master uncle is much older than master nephew, this kind of competition is not fair."

Xiao Chenyan became famous at a young age. Among people of the same level of cultivation, he has always been too young. This is the first time he has been called old. The nephew in front of him is indeed flamboyant and energetic, but he is only older than him 50 years old.

In the life span of monks, 50 years old is indeed not much difference.Xiao Chenyan felt uncomfortable, but his face was cold: "How will the nephew compete?"

Yanzi Xixiu raised his eyebrows, and threw the long knife on the ground freely: "My nephew doesn't use a sword, my uncle doesn't use a flute, and we don't need cultivation, how about just fighting in a dignified way like this?"

Xiao Chenyan frowned, there is no cultivator who does not need to compete in cultivation, but before he had time to refuse, the courageous little nephew on the opposite side said: "Why? Don't you dare, uncle?"

There is nothing a man dares to do.Xiao Chenyan's expression remained unchanged, but he also put away his Bixiao. He was still putting away his Bixiao, when the little nephew on the opposite side kicked him and hit him, and his robe was flying, causing a burst of coldness. fragrant wind.

This fragrance made Xiao Chenyan in a trance for a moment, Yan Zixi took the opportunity to smile and sent his fist up, and whispered in his ear: "Does the uncle look down on the nephew? Are you still distracted at this time?"

The sultry heat spilled over Xiao Chenyan's neck, making it itchy.

Xiao Chenyan frowned, and saw that the little nephew who was more or less respectful just now had a disrespectful and nasty smile on his face.Xiao Chenyan thought, what are you proud of?When I slashed the dragon and took away the beast, you probably hadn't been born yet, but it was just a move, so what if I let you?

With a cold face, he flipped his wrist, and his hand was swift and steady, grabbing Yan Zixi's wrist, he was about to push him to the ground with his backhand.

Swallow Chi smiled, and fell into Xiao Chenyan's arms as if he had no bones, and then reversed the furnace ~ tripod kung fu, his body was in pain like a heart-wrenching pain, but his face was smiling brightly, with some imperceptible Crazy.

Lingshan Zifu, he must go.

Xiao Chenyan saw that this little nephew's arrogant expression changed a little, and it was tinged with tenderness, and his hands were weakly wrapped around his waist. Xiao Chenyan looked down at him with a cold face, and suddenly realized that there was something wrong with his internal cultivation. Fleeing out for a moment.

Xiao Chenyan was startled, and immediately wanted to examine Yuan Ying. Yan Zixi took advantage of this time to caress Xiao Chenyan's back with his fingers. His hand seemed to have magical powers, but he flicked it a few times, and Xiao Chenyan I feel a little hot in my body.Then, he was kicked hard on the knee.

Being kicked was not enough, Yan Zixi was afraid that Xiao Chenyan would have time to counterattack, he was very unscrupulous, because he was not forced by Feng Zhenjun to learn from the furnace~ding, and he was familiar with untying men's belts.

He untied Xiao Chenyan's belt a few times, held it in his hand, and smiled triumphantly: "Uncle Xiao, I'm really sorry, my nephew accidentally pulled your clothes."

It was true that Xiao Chenyan could fight back, but he wanted face. Fighting in such disheveled clothes was not proper.

He stretched out his hand with a cold face, and looked at the shameless little nephew: "Give it back to me."

Swallow Xi shook the belt in his hand: "Then this competition, can it be considered that my nephew won?"

Xiao Chenyan nodded, he is not someone who can't afford to lose, but when he looked at Yan Zixi, he couldn't help but take a three-point look.He didn't think there was anything charming about being untied from his belt at all, but he always had a bit of a grudge about the escape of cultivation in Shicai's body.

Peony Knife came from a famous family of righteous way, how could he use such a method of magic cultivation?Xiao Chenyan couldn't think of the reason, but he still secretly decided to observe Yan Zixi more.

And Yan Zixi picked up his long knife from the ground, and hung the blade on his waist. Before he stepped off the stage, he looked at the boring uncle and smiled: "Uncle Xiao."

Xiao Chenyan looked at him, and heard a sentence: "Uncle Xiao, it's not the right thing to avoid your own strengths and use your weaknesses to confront the enemy. Next time, uncle, don't be deceived by others."

After he finished speaking, he carried his long knife and walked away. The long knife was hung on his slender waist, which was both chilling and... charming?

Xiao Chenyan shook his head, secretly thinking that he was a madman, and he actually found a sword repairman charming.