Sir, don't shoot! [Quick Transmigration]

Feng Wangyin: "..."

Tan Qijia: "..."

Although he had been prepared in his heart, he never expected it to be such an exciting scene.

Tan Qijia's long-desired and hated face is in front of his eyes. Perhaps because he has absorbed demon energy instead of spiritual energy during the past few days, his originally cold and dusty facial features seem to be stained with a bit of monster color, but His expression was the familiar indifference and indifference.

"Senior brother, you, you're not dead?" The intimate address blurted out, Tan Qijia didn't seem to realize it, the expression on his face was complicated, and he couldn't tell whether it was sadness or joy.

He couldn't help reaching out to touch the person in front of him, so as to confirm if this was another illusion.

"Are you surprised?" the man asked, his voice was indifferent and without any ups and downs, and he raised his hand to block his extended fingertips. "What are you calling me?"

Tan Qijia was immediately brought back to reality from the illusion.

"Feng Wangyin!" He gritted his teeth, restrained his expression, the initial bewilderment faded, and his face was full of defense and hostility again, "Since you are not dead, what are you still doing here? Do you really think I can't do anything to you?" !?"

His next reaction was to reach out to draw the sword, but his hand reached his waist, but he found nothing.Only then did he realize that his beloved Saber had turned into the human form he hated the most, and was taking a hot spring bath with him.

"My primordial spirit has now become one with your natal magic weapon. If you want to hurt me now, of course you can succeed, but in this way, your cultivation will be damaged by at least two or three tenths. We can say now It's because lips and teeth depend on each other, we share weal and woe." Feng Wangyin said these words in a serious and flat tone, as if he was just talking about trivial matters.

But Tan Qijia directly blasted Mao: "Who wants to be with you!?"

"It's not up to you and me." Feng Wangyin seemed to have completely accepted the reality that his cultivation base was completely lost and he turned into a sword during these days.

From Tan Qijia's point of view, his reaction was that he relied on the connection between his soul and the earth fire sword, and he was determined to eat himself.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll burn everything together?" Tan Qijia narrowed his eyes, with a wicked smirk on his lips, "What's the point of two or three out of ten cultivation? If I can kill you, I'll be happy even if I die together!"

"Really?" Feng Wangyin tilted his head slightly, "You didn't seem to say that when you were around before."

"..." Tan Qijia pinched his forehead, thinking that he should get rid of the bad habit of talking to himself to the sword.

"You said you were wrong, and you said you didn't really want to hurt me." The other party continued, but Tan Qijia couldn't listen anymore.

"Forget that I'm afraid of you, please shut up, can you please? Those are all nonsense, don't take it seriously!"

"Really?" Feng Wangyin didn't refute him directly, but just lowered his eyes, and the corners of his mouth seemed to show a self-deprecating arc.

Tan Qijia was made to sit on pins and needles by him, but he couldn't do anything to him for a while, so he deliberately avoided his gaze and came out of the water.A trail of water dripped from the wet hem of the clothes on the stone slab.

A paper crane was suspended at the entrance of the stone chamber, flapping its wings slowly.

This is the message Xiangliu gave him, which means that during his retreat, there are visitors from outside.

Tan Qijia squeezed a spell to remove the water stains all over her body, put on her robe, and turned to look at Feng Wangyin, who was once his senior brother and now turned into a sword spirit.

"Want me to go out with you?" Feng Wangyin stood up from the water with a 'crash'. The muscle lines of his chest and abdomen could be seen at a glance. For a man, his body proportions were almost perfect, and his undulating abdominal muscles cast a deep shadow , down to the two mermaid lines above the hip bone, and then down——

Tan Qijia covered her eyes: "You can't wear a dress!?"

"You threw my clothes on your couch, did you forget?"

Feng Wangyin was referring to the blood-clothed man, who spoke outrightly and confidently.

Tan Qi Jiaxin said that you are already in the realm of the late Nascent Soul, can't you even transform into a piece of clothing?Then it occurred to me that Feng Wangyin's cultivation was completely useless, and after turning into a sword spirit, even after the nourishment of these days, if converted into a cultivator's progress, it would at most be in the late stage of Qi refining, and naturally there would be no illusion of foreign objects ability.

In the final analysis, it was caused by oneself.

"Forget it, since you don't like it, it's my body." Feng Wangyin watched the change of expression on his face, and didn't care.As soon as the voice fell, the figure disappeared out of thin air, leaving only ripples on the water surface.

In Tan Qijia's hand, there was an extra black sword with a simple style, the tentacles were cold, and the heavy weight made him subconsciously feel at ease.

He stared blankly at the place where Feng Wangyin disappeared, collected himself, smoothed the folds of his robe, turned around and pretended to be nonchalant, and left the stone room.

Outside the stone room, Xiangliu had long been waiting by the side.

"Master, you have finally left the customs. Patriarch Yuanming came to visit you and is waiting in the outer hall. He has been waiting for several days."

"Patriarch Yuan Ming?"

Tan Qijia frowned. The ancestor Xiangliu mentioned was a demon cultivator who was hundreds of years old, and his cultivation level was comparable to his age, and he had been stalemate at the level of the late Yuanying period.The scope of activities of this demon cultivator overlaps with the sphere of influence of Ming Xiaozong. He is addicted to eating inner alchemy, and has also harmed many disciples in the sect. He has always been regarded as an enemy by Ming Xiaozong.

And after Tan Qijia betrayed the sect, he had a good relationship with the other party.

The previous plan to assassinate Feng Wangyin at Jiang Yuxin's wedding banquet was the idea given by Patriarch Yuanming.

If it weren't for this, it would be impossible for Yi Tan Qijia, a cultivator who has cultivated from the sword to become a demon, to gather so many evil cultivators in a short period of time.

The reason why the people who participated in this killing battle were able to successfully deceive others and sneak into the hall disguised as guests was also thanks to the help of the magic weapon of Patriarch Yuanming.

The purpose of his visit to Tan Qijia this time is to get back the magic weapon he lent some time ago.

As soon as Tan Qijia heard Xiangliu's announcement, he immediately guessed the other party's intention.

He took out an inconspicuous metal ring from the Qiankun bag. It was rusty and densely engraved with runes. The metal color was dark black, and the material could not be identified.This is the Magical Artifact Phaseless Ring that he borrowed from the other party, within a certain range it is enough to cover up the aura and confuse the public.

Holding the magic weapon in his hand, he came to the front hall, and when he was about to greet him, a deep voice that only he could hear came from his waist.

'It turned out to be a non-phase ring, no wonder I didn't notice that so many evil cultivators of you gathered on the spot that day. '

Tan Qijia shook his hand and almost threw the magic weapon with at least a thousand years of history on the ground.

"Feng Wangyin, since you have become my saber, please be quiet and don't talk too much if you have nothing to do!" '

'Scare you?Sorry, I didn't mean to. '

Tan Qijia took a deep breath, corrected his expression, and walked into the main hall with smiling faces to welcome the visitors.

"Brother Yuanming, it's been a long time!"

A middle-aged man in black was sitting on a pear flower chair in the outer hall, holding a tea bowl and blowing air.He has a kind face, without the evil look that other demon cultivators often have, but his limbs are long and his abdomen is particularly bulging. At first glance, his proportions are quite strange.

Hearing Tan Qijia's voice, he put down the tea bowl casually, with a cheerful smile on his face, and looked up and down at Tan Qijia.

"Brother Mingyi," his voice is soft, very soft, like a spring breeze, "I heard that you have practiced in seclusion, and now it seems that you have achieved something."

"I'm afraid I failed your expectations. I'm ashamed to say that this retreat is only for healing. As for the advancement of cultivation, I dare not say that I have achieved something."

Tan Qijia held each other's hand affectionately, and began to be courteous with each other.

"Don't say that, now that little thief Feng Wangyin is dead, your heart barrier should also be removed, and one day you will be able to hit the realm in one fell swoop."

"Brother Chengdao auspiciously..." The earth fire sword on Tan Qijia's waist buzzed, making the sound of metal and iron clanging, he had to grasp it with all his strength, and the sword fell silent. "Whether the inner demons will be completely eradicated, I can't guarantee it. However, the matter of Feng Wangyin's elimination is indeed thanks to your help. I will never forget this situation."

"Why are you being polite?" Patriarch Yuanming waved his hands again and again, and said cheerfully, "Feng Wangyin is not only the pillar of Ming Xiaozong, but also my enemy. You and I can't wait to get rid of him and hurry up. We But if you try your best, all the credit will be yours."

Being praised for his 'credit' in front of the parties involved, Tan Qijia almost broke out in a cold sweat, his hand holding the Earth Fire Sword was already numb from the shock, he tried his best to maintain a smile, and said: "Don't dare to claim credit, if you don't Brother Dao's magic weapon helps me, how can I accomplish anything? Now that the enemy has been eliminated, the magic weapon should be returned here."

He let go of the hilt of the sword, and handed the Phaseless Ring to Patriarch Yuan Ming with both hands, and the latter put the thing into his sleeve.

Almost at the same moment, Feng Wangyin's voice reached his ears.

'Is this fat man conspiring with you to kill me? 'Feng Wangyin's tone was always calm, but his choice of words revealed his dissatisfaction.

'Even if he didn't make a plan, I would definitely get rid of you with my own hands. 'Tan Qijia is still stubborn.

'No, that's not what you said when you were alone. ' Feng Wangyin said firmly.

"Okay, stop talking," Tan Qijia had no choice but to admit defeat when he was caught and had to repeat the same round of shameful conversation. 'I didn't intend to take the initiative to harm you at first, but later the demons in my heart became more and more fierce. If I don't get rid of you, I can't calm down. '

'So now your heart barrier can be broken? '

Tan Qijia was speechless, just judging from the results of his retreat, it can be inferred that his inner demons have not been eliminated.It's just that it has improved a lot compared to the day before yesterday when it was only a thin line away from being insane.

'Do you still want to get rid of me now? ' Feng Wangyin asked resolutely.

'No...' After a while of silence, Tan Qijia replied, 'I just want to break up with you now and never owe you anything. '

Feng Wangyin also fell silent, and only after a while did he speak again.

'My primordial spirit is connected to your natal magic weapon, how do you want to break up with me? '

'You don't have to worry about this, I care about it myself. Tan Qijia suppressed his emotions and replied slowly.

Patriarch Yuanming didn't know about the exchange between the two of them, he only felt that Tan Qijia looked different.

He asked with concern: "Brother Dao, if you have any difficulties, you might as well tell me. If I can help you, I will definitely help you."

"It's nothing serious, but there is something I want to ask Brother Yuanming for advice." Tan Qijia reluctantly twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Oh?"

"Do you know where there are spiritual herbs that can reshape the body in the nearby mountains?"

The author has something to say: Thank you dear Qigu. Xenike. Hu Shuangxi. You are so cute!

Thank you for chasing the big baby! Chasing even harder~

If you can, please don’t fatten, you will be raised to death_(:3」∠)_