When a straight man is bound to the matchmaker system [Transmigration Book]

"Little sword spirit, you are boastful." Yi Yan lowered his angry brows, "If you want the seal of fire, you have to fight with me first!"

After finishing speaking, he pushed his hands forward flatly, and the spiritual power of the fire element brought out by the palm wind rolled up like a swimming dragon, and rushed towards Chen Ming in an instant.

Come so fast!

Chen Ming's heart trembled, and he jumped up with both feet. His hands imbued with spiritual power swept along the body of the fire dragon, and his whole body flashed to the other side with great flexibility.

At the same time, he condensed his spiritual power into needles, and shot out two extremely thin points like lightning, straight for Yi Yan's face.

"Good job!" Yi Yan sneered, raised his hand and summoned a fire dragon again, and even opened his mouth to directly swallow the spiritual power needle issued by Chen Ming.

Misfortunes never come singly, the fire dragon that he narrowly avoided earlier turned around again, aiming at his throat.

It was only then that Chen Ming realized how proficient Huo Ling was in controlling spiritual power. For ordinary spiritual power users, the output of spiritual power can only be scattered in the world, and there is absolutely no reason to reuse it.

But the spiritual power flow from Huo Ling not only showed no signs of weakening, but could even counterattack ferociously, which really has to be admired.

His heart was beating fiercely, and the severe battle situation did not leave him any room for thinking. Chen Ming didn't care about saving his spiritual power, and circulated the sea of ​​energy in his body to the extreme, and a backhand was a burst of spiritual power.

At the beginning, he mainly practiced illusion with Wowo, coupled with the unique spiritual power reserve of the ancient sword and sword spirit, he was uniquely gifted for constructing illusions and transformations, but when it came to actual combat skills, he was pitifully lacking.

Yi Yan's offensive was wave after wave, he bit the bullet to dodge and resist, his body was soon wounded, and the sea of ​​​​qi also felt dull pain due to the rapid consumption of spiritual power.

Zhuo Li, who was drowsily asleep with his shoulders on his shoulders, could not help being awakened by his actions, and was immediately taken aback by his desperate way of fighting: "Xiao Ming, are you crazy? You will run out of spiritual power soon, stop quickly! "

"But……"

Seeing that Huo Ling didn't intend to stop at all, Chen Ming felt bitter: "But I must get the Fire Seal."

Thinking of that person, his heart throbbed. Perhaps the reason why he pushed himself so hard was precisely because of his avoidance of reality.

After all, as long as he slowed down a little, Luo Huaqing's figure would keep appearing in front of him, which couldn't be erased or gouged out.

Just at this dazed effort, Jingchun's fire-type spiritual power had once again pounced in front of him, and he had no time to dodge in a hurry. Chen Ming poured the spiritual power into his whole body, stretched out his arms to block in front of him, and was immediately bitten by the fire dragon.

A scorching pain came from the surface of the skin, but at almost the same moment, a long knife-shaped stream of spiritual power suddenly extended from his unharmed other hand, and it blatantly hit Huo Ling's neck!

It is necessary to save the enemy.

"You..." Yi Yan was taken aback for a moment, obviously he didn't expect Chen Ming to fight back in such a situation, "It seems that I underestimated you, the sword spirit."

"Yi Yan, you have to forgive others and forgive others," Zhuo Li said with a pale face, "Yin Qi is just a piece of cake for the spirit of the four elephants, why do you bother to make things difficult for him?"

Yi Yan was unmoved, his eyes flicked past him, and the corners of his lips curled up mockingly:

"Since it's easy, I can naturally refuse, right?"

"You came here uninvited, broke into my territory, and extinguished the wildfire with rain, why should I do what you want?"

Chen Ming pursed her lips with some guilty conscience. Anyway, Luo Huaqing's cooling down with the spiritual power of the ancient sword was indeed a bit risky.

But people didn't know the existence of Huo Ling at that time, and to say that Huo Ling took over the mountain here as king and harmed the party seemed a bit insincere.

However, he is one with Gu Jian, and Luo Huaqing's actions are on his own account, so there is nothing wrong with it.

"Then... how can senior Huo Ling be willing to give me the seal?" He sighed anxiously.

Yi Yan raised his eyes and squinted at him, but his face remained calm:

"Even if Lan Zhen's ancient sword and sword spirit are unique, but facing us gods who are born with the source of spiritual power, we still need to have a bit of awe."

"I can forgive you and the sword master's offense, and I can even hand over the seal to you regardless of the past, but..."

He dragged out his voice: "You have to rely on your own strength to get it."

Before he finished speaking, he waved his long arm, and a burst of fiery red spiritual power mercury poured down the ground, and a large number of sharp thorns rose instantly where it spread, extending densely to the edge of the cliff.

At the edge, a half-person-high platform slowly took shape, and in the center was a palm-sized pigeon blood ruby, which was the Seal of Fire.

"If you want to get the seal of fire, just walk over here,"

He folded his arms and smiled, "These spikes are made of spiritual power and won't cause any harm to your physical body."

"But the pain brought by spiritual power is no different from stabbing the body, not to mention it also comes with a lot of fire-type spiritual power," Zhuo Li couldn't help but furrowed his brows and scolded, "Yi Yan, don't bully people too much!"

"Zhuoli, you can figure out the situation in front of you. The initiative to hand over the seal is up to me. If I don't want to, I can take it back at any time."

Yi Yan snorted coldly, clenched his fists tightly, and the originally clear platform suddenly blurred.

Fearing that he would ruin the seal if he got angry, Chen Ming hastily shouted:

"I promise you it is."

Layers upon layers of sharp thorns came into view, Chen Ming swallowed, trying to calm down his chaotic mood.

Afraid of pain? Of course he is.

On weekdays, he would fight for the ground even when he bumped and bumped, and he studied hard to avoid the pain of flesh and blood, but those were not worth mentioning compared to the terrifying scene in front of him, and he was not sure whether he could hold it.

However, without finding the seals of the spirits of the four elephants, the ancient sword cannot grow to its strongest state, so the chances of winning the battle between Luo Huaqing and Luo Qian will be greatly reduced.

Doesn't the meaning of his existence as a sword spirit lie in this?

Gritting her teeth, Chen Ming silently recited God's Blessing several times, and then walked towards the platform not far away.

When he stepped on the first sharp thorn, the heart-pounding pain immediately surged from the soles of his feet, his whole body shook, and the burning pain shot up to the top of his head. He bit his lips desperately to prevent himself from exhaling in pain.

Huo Ling intentionally tortured him, and the spikes gradually rose from where Chen Ming was to the platform, reaching waist height at the end.

Suppressing the pain, Chen Ming gritted his teeth and took another step. The sharp pain spread from the sole of his foot to his ankle. He swayed and almost couldn't stand upright.

"Xiao Ming!"

Zhuo Li cried out in surprise and was about to stop him, but Chen Ming shook his head and continued to take a step with a pale face.

Does it hurt? Of course it hurts, but these pains...

The memory uncontrollably rewinds back to his eyes, and in the haze, he seems to see all the past again:

When Luo Huaqing ran towards him through the roaring waves, when he cut his wrist to take blood for himself in the illusion, when he was enduring the poison-drinking scorpion to purify the toxin, when he was struggling in the torment of love gu and couldn't break free——

Isn't it also heartbreaking?

But how did that person face it?It seems that those pains never existed, he always smiled lightly, embraced warmly with strong palms, and fearlessly erased his worries and helplessness.

"Xiao Ming, don't be afraid, I'm here."

The narrow eyes are slightly curved, and the thin red tip of the eyes spreads a meandering beauty, which is a reassuring arc.

The pain spread from the ankles to the knees, and then gradually rose to the thighs. Every step of Chen Ming's steps became more and more difficult. His whole body was covered in cold sweat, and the broken hair on his forehead was stuck to his skin. Even breathing was trembling with pain.

Yet he never stopped.

There were water droplets hanging on the long eyelashes, whether it was tears or sweat, the fiery red platform was constantly enlarged in front of his eyes, as if he could touch it by raising his hand.

Chen Ming smiled bitterly, but he almost didn't even have the strength to lift his fingers.

He was clearly close at hand, but the severe pain almost exhausted his physical strength.The soles of his feet were as heavy as lead, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't take the last step.

There was a tight pain in his chest, he stroked his chest and coughed a few times, vomiting a mouthful of blood.

The scenery in front of me was colorful and distorted into pieces. If the spikes had any substance, blood must have flowed into rivers behind me at this moment.

"Xiao Ming..." Zhuo Li gripped his shirt tightly, his voice was crying, "Is it worth doing this?"

A weak smile curled up on the corner of Chen Ming's mouth.

Is it worth it? As long as it is about that person, there is no need to care about whether it is worth it or not.

Luo Huaqing's face flashed in front of his eyes, and a force suddenly emerged from the depths of his body. With a muffled grunt, he stepped forward, and threw himself towards the platform without hesitation.

His sweat-soaked palms firmly clenched the fiery seal, and the soles of his feet stepped onto the edge of the cliff at the same time. His weak legs couldn't bear the weight of his body at all, and he immediately fell down the cliff. go.

Yi Yan stood on the edge of the cliff with arms folded, watching Chen Ming's falling figure, with a playful smile on his lips.

The whistling wind filled his ears, and Chen Ming's consciousness had already been torn to pieces by the lingering pain. He struggled to store Yin Qi into the spiritual power space, and then fell powerlessly.

Maybe... maybe even broken limbs and legs...

He thought silently, and closed his eyes dejectedly.

However, the expected impact did not come, a sudden warmth surged all over his body, and he fell straight into the arms of others.

Chen Ming opened his eyes in disbelief. Although his eyes were hazy, it was still enough for him to recognize who it was.

His nostalgic eyes traced the snow-skinned, black-haired, beautiful nose and cherry lips, he panted and raised his hand, wanting to touch that person's cheek:

"This is a dream... isn't it?"

"Qingqing... take me away."

A fishy-sweet taste permeated between the lips and teeth, and some warm liquid gushed out from the corners of the lips. Chen Ming couldn't hold it any longer, his body relaxed, and he fell into a coma.

And the falling pale hand was firmly held by someone, Luo Huaqing looked at the unconscious person in his arms, with mixed thoughts and puzzled thoughts for a moment.

Just now he and his followers searched in the direction of the burst of spiritual power, and when they came to this cliff, they saw Chen Ming stumble and fall.

Ordinarily, they were strangers, and there was no need for him to take the risk of being injured to save someone, but at that moment, his body's reaction was faster than his consciousness. When he realized it, he had already hugged that person tightly in his arms.

Under the gray-black cloak, Chen Ming's body curled up in his arms was astonishingly weak, and his breathing was weak and rapid, as if he would stop if he was not careful.

There was an inexplicable heartache in his chest, even though he didn't know what the other person had gone through, seeing that person's painful appearance was even more unbearable than his own injury.

Who is he, and why does he feel this way?

Luo Huaqing bit her lip in dismay, suddenly noticed the sound not far away, frowned and turned her eyes away.

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It hurts in your body, it hurts in my heart, let Qingqing take good care of you in the next chapter hehe!

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