Master, he doesn't want to [Transmigration Book]

Not to mention the money mouse Hu Sai's betting, just looking at Feng Chang'an's end is almost unbearable.

The sharp swords collided with each other and made a clanging sound. Feng Chang'an's spiritual power in his body had been exhausted, and he relied on brute force alone for support.

Ye Hua's arm muscles were bulging, and he kept stabbing forward with the sword. He stared at Feng Chang'an sharply, and said calmly: "I advise you to admit defeat quickly. If you hurt your muscles and bones, or get seriously injured, Elder Zigui will blame me for attacking you." There is no measure."

"What nonsense, won't I be finished if I win?" Feng Changan was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, his hair was scattered, and there were spots of blood on his clothes, looking extremely embarrassed.

"You're not my opponent, admit defeat, I won't kill you." Ye Hua seemed to be jealous of something, she thought to herself, quickly retracted her sword, and swiped her fingers together.

There was a joyful whistling from the white sword, Ye Hua drew out the sword, and the sword rolled up an astonishing hurricane, heading towards Chang'an!

This trick was created by Gu Chenxi himself, he is indeed very talented, even the suzerain said so.

Feng Changan turned sideways, and the sharp sword brushed past his head: "Junior Shangke, isn't this a life-and-death battle for you? Your purpose is to kill me, and you said that you won't kill me."

Feng Chang'an knew that it was not Ye Hua's intention to fight a life-and-death battle, but someone was forcing him from behind, so he answered with his mind, deliberately provoking him.

The muscles on Ye Hua's cheeks tensed, and she held up a sword flower in her hand, and fought with Feng Chang'an, thinking: "I, Shangke, keep my word, and I will never kill you. If you don't admit defeat, I can't guarantee your life." .”

"Who ordered Shangke to kill me?" Feng Changan's hair on his temples was blown by the wind, and he used his sword to block Ye Hua's stabbing sword, "I don't want to tear myself apart with you, everyone, after all It’s from the same sect—if you’re being threatened, I can help you.”

Ye Hua stared at Qin Yue with a gloomy expression and remained silent.

Quickly putting away the sword, Ye Hua's finger drew a bloodstain on the sword, only to hear the sword in his hand screaming, and behind it a ghostly shadow of a crane appeared.As the crane spread its wings, the sound of the crane became louder and louder, mixed with sharp wind blades.

"It's actually Meishan swordsmanship." The young man's cold voice came from behind Hu Sai.

Hu Sai turned his head and saw that it was Dao Sanqian, Jiang Yu and others who had heard the news from somewhere and came to watch the battle.

"Brother, what is Meishan swordsmanship?" Hu Sai saluted Dao Sanqian, stood up straight, and shrugged, "Why have I never heard of it?"

Hu Sai is also considered a half PHS, and he is not as clear about the affairs and techniques in the sect as he is, but he has never heard of Meishan swordsmanship.

"The so-called Meishan swordsmanship is the swordsmanship inherited from the Meishan lineage, but the Meishan lineage has disappeared in the world for many years, and the swordsmanship has also been lost." Dao Sanqian looked at Dengyuntai, thought for a while, and added, "I also I just read one and a half moves in ancient books, but I haven't figured out the whole set of swordsmanship."

When Hu Sai heard this, he couldn't help but cast a pitiful look at the boy in white. Brother Shangke is so powerful, ten times the rate, boy, you are finished.

"Ah, this is?" Jiang Yu's attention was suddenly attracted by the spirit stone on the ground. She counted the bets on Feng Chang'an and said in surprise, "Who made this bet, the prodigal..."

Hu Sai raised his chin, raised his fingers under his sleeves, and slightly pointed at the young man in white who had been focusing on the climbing platform.

The figure of the boy in white unexpectedly overlapped with the figure that Feng Chang'an saw the night he returned to the sect. Jiang Yu was on his toes, and stretched his head to see the boy's appearance.

"So it's you! Brother Wuzhi's brother!"

Suddenly someone tapped on the shoulder, and the white-clothed boy frowned indistinctly, and nodded slightly as a greeting to Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu was an acquaintance, first introduced himself, then asked the boy's name with a smile, why hadn't seen him before.

The young man in white kept his eyes on Feng Chang'an, and he didn't even give Jiang Yu the slightest attention. He said, "Yun Chang, the Dao name is Yunhui, I don't come out often."

"Who is your master?" Jiang Yu thought about the people who didn't come out often, and found that he didn't match the boy in white in front of him.

Yun Xu: "Patriarch Mushan is a closed disciple."

Jiang Yu's family has a large family and a wide network of contacts. It is true that the ancestor of Mushan accepted a closed disciple a few years ago, but it is not clear who it is.

She thought it was just a rumor, but it turned out to be true.

"So it's Senior Brother Yunhui, sorry." Mu Shan Patriarch's closed disciple was much higher than Jiang Yu's seniority, not to mention Senior Brother, he should be called Senior.

On the Yuntai, Feng Chang'an held the sword and propped it on the ground with one hand. Blood dripped from his cut forehead to the ground, splashing bright red blood.

Ye Hua dragged the sword with one hand and walked towards him slowly, the tip of the sword drew an obvious scratch on the ground.

"Sorry." Ye Hua moved his lips slightly, his voice was so soft that it almost didn't exist, he raised his sword and stabbed at Feng Chang'an's neck.

At this moment, with Feng Chang'an as the center, the spiritual power began to fluctuate violently, the spiritual power of the air was squeezed out like water in a sponge, poured on Feng Chang'an, and the rolled up was stronger than Ye Hua's Meishan sword technique. powerful hurricane.

"This is..." Hu Sai's pupils narrowed sharply, he stood on the edge of the cliff for a while, then suddenly turned around and poured all his belongings into Feng Chang'an's bet.

"Money Rat, what are you doing?!" A group of people stood behind, seeing Husai throwing money, their hearts tugged together.

"What are you doing for nothing?"

"Money rats are endless?" The fat man who made the wrong bet got up from the ground with a carp, glanced at the bet, and looked at Dengyuntai.

"Chu Concentrated Sword Intent, this is impossible..." Fatty murmured in shock, and slapped himself hard, "It hurts, really." After making sure that he was not dreaming, Fatty opened his mouth and laughed like a morning glory.

The initial concentration of sword intent is also called the initial comprehension of sword intent.

Sword intent is the core artistic conception of a sword cultivator, and sword momentum is the expression of swordsmanship, but it is just a skill move. Without the support of sword intent, the seemingly powerful sword momentum will dissipate in just a moment.

Everyone held their breath involuntarily, staring at Dengyuntai with burning eyes.The hurricane became more and more violent, and everyone who was blowing had to raise their sleeves to cover their eyes to prevent the sand from the ground from flying into their eyes.

Deng Yuntai shook twice, and suddenly a fierce sword intent rushed out. Although the sword intent was not condensed, it was powerful, straight and straight like a sharp golden sculpture piercing into people's hearts.

Some low-cultivation disciples were so shocked that they couldn't stand, their mouths and noses bled, their legs became weak, and they knelt on the ground with a plop.

Ye Hua was at the center, and was hit harder than them. Blood was spilling from all of her facial features. She supported her sword, half-bent, barely standing on the ground.

He is born to be strong, and he is unwilling to kneel down to anyone, even the heavenly king and Lao Tzu.

The sword intent became stronger and stronger, and Ye Hua felt as if a mountain was pressing down on his head, forcing him to kneel down and admit defeat.

"Bang!" With a sound, he knelt on the ground.

The moment Ye Hua knelt on the ground, the initial condensed sword intent disappeared, and the hurricane also disappeared.

lost?

How could I lose?

Ye Hua fell into a daze, looking at the blood dripping on the ground.

I am a golden core, how could I lose to a qi practitioner?

"You lost." An affirmative tone sounded above Ye Hua's head, and at the same time, the sharp sword rested on his neck.

Ye Hua's expression was in a trance, she raised her head stiffly, a thin boy with a slender figure holding a slender Dafu sword was reflected in her black pupils.

"Oh, yes, I lost..." Ye Hua let out a sarcasm from her throat, her fingers clenched the hilt of the sword, and she lowered her head, "I actually lost..."

He lowered his head very low, from Feng Changan's angle, he couldn't see his expression at all, only saw two or three transparent tears dripping on the ground next to the bright red blood flower.

Feng Chang'an pursed his lips, and was about to say something, but Ye Hua said, "You have won, if you want to kill or kill, you can do whatever you want."

"You said earlier that you wouldn't kill yourself, why? You think I'll kill you?" Feng Chang'an twirled the sword in his hand and slipped it into the sheath neatly. There is blood and deep hatred, and there is no need to kill."

Losing to a rookie practicing qi, this blow made Ye Hua unable to recover for a long time, he didn't speak, and stood up slowly holding his sword for a long time, and said in a hoarse voice: "If I were you, I would definitely kill you for provoking me for no reason. my people."

Feng Changan raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Unfortunately, you are not me."

Ye Hua was stunned. On the handsome young man's face, there was a warm smile, without any hint of ridicule.Ye Hua tried to see expressions of disdain, ridicule, and complacency on his face, but there were none, only a kind smile.

"Don't you think about the question I just asked?" Feng Chang'an said.

Ye Hua knew what he was talking about, so she just asked him about who was going to kill her. Ye Hua clenched her sword tightly, opened her lips slightly, closed her mouth as soon as she opened her mouth, turned around and flew down to the platform.

Ye Hua is really... Feng Chang'an knew who the person behind him was from the very beginning when he received the life-and-death battle letter, but because the other party was leaning against the big tree, he couldn't move for a while.

As for the test just now, it was just to see if Ye Hua would tell the truth.

Now it seems... not anymore.

Feng Chang'an watched Ye Hua leave Dengyun Terrace, and shook his head regretfully. He wanted to help a little bit, but the other party didn't appreciate it.

Well, I don't want to care about it yet.Feng Chang'an lightly stepped onto the Yuntai and flipped onto the cliff.

It was like touching a certain start button, and as soon as he landed, everyone who was so shocked and lost in thought took the harmony medicine, howling in sync with God.

"Feng Wuzhi, you pervert, pay back the money!"

None of the people present, except Yun Xu, thought that he could turn the tables. Jin Dan was against Qi training, and Qi training would undoubtedly be crushed. Dan.

Feng Chang'an: "?" I was confused, why did I become abnormal, when did I owe you money?

"What are you all doing here!" The blue sky yelled sternly, "One or two skipped class and gathered to gamble! All of them will be demerited once!"

Hearing the deacon elder's reprimand, everyone complained incessantly, regardless of the money they lost, they immediately went back to the school, what to do.

Hu Sai rolled up the cloth used for betting and stuffed it into his sleeve. Before leaving, he slapped Feng Chang'an on the back as hard as he could steal the bell: "You are really my God of Wealth!"

Feng Chang'an confusedly acted as the God of Wealth, looked at Yun Chang blankly, and then moved to Dao Sanqian. "So, what happened?"

Dao Sanqian, as a senior brother, likes to help others the most. Just as he was about to explain, the elder deacon haunted him, "You two, as direct disciples, took the lead in skipping classes and made serious mistakes! What are you still doing, come to the deacon's pavilion to receive fine."

Eh!

Dao Sanqian smiled wryly, and took Jiang Yu away in a hurry without explaining.

Feng Chang'an had no choice but to turn his confused eyes to the only person present: Yun Chang.Yun Chang explained in a good-tempered manner, and handed Feng Changan a universe bag.

"I heard that you've been practicing in closed doors recently, and that's when you need these things."

Feng Changan opened the Qiankun bag and saw that it was full of spirit stones. He padded the Qiankun bag thoughtfully, Feng Changan raised his eyebrows teasingly, "Yo, Brother Yun, do you want to play bag/raise?"

Yun Xu: "..."

Frowning, Yun Xu said, "Nonsense."

Feng Changan smiled and narrowed his eyes, stretched out his hand to hook his shoulders and took it into his arms, and at the same time put the Qiankun bag back into Yunxu's hand: "Although brothers are like brothers, we share difficulties and share blessings, but you don't need to hand over to him." Me, make me look like your wife."

After saying the word Madam, Yun Xu's fair face flushed, and after a while, it became gloomy again. He pulled Feng Chang'an's hand away, straightened his lips, and walked forward quickly, intending to leave this place.

"Okay, okay, just kidding." Feng Chang'an chuckled, and said lightly with some lust, hands behind his back, and caught up with a few steps, "Brother Yun, I want to ask you something."

Feng Chang'an was still concerned about the relationship between Yun Xu and Yun Chang. The more he looked at Yun Chang, the more he felt like Yun Xu, but he couldn't produce any evidence.

The young man in white who was walking quickly stopped and looked back at Feng Chang'an coldly. Feng Chang'an was terrified by him, so he took two steps back unconsciously. "Forget it, don't ask."

Before Feng Chang'an could utter a final sound, Yun Xu suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Feng Chang'an.

Feng Changan was caught off guard and followed the pulling force a few steps forward, almost bumping into him, and his anger jumped out before his doubts.

However, before he could express his anger, Yun Xu reached out and pinched his chin, with a gloomy tone, "You already know who I am?"

Feng Changan was confused, and shook off his hand: "Aren't you Yun Chang..."

"Yun Chang?" Yun Xu sneered as he thought of the word Madam.Unexpected things always catch people off guard, such as now.Feng Chang'an's mind was in chaos, his lips were warm and his skin was in contact, making it impossible to think.

Yunxu was superficial, she left at the touch of a finger, brushed Feng Changan's lips and said, "How long are you going to pretend? Recognize it, admit it, it's hard?"

"Junior Brother Wu Zhi, I..." Jiang Yu had just received the punishment, and Yu Jian rushed to the Dengyun Terrace, trying to copy the clan rules with Feng Chang'an's magical amulet, but when she came across such a scene, she stared at Feng Chang'an in a daze, The words stuck in his throat, and finally he could only squeeze out four words.

"Damn, incest!"

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Jiang Yu: brother, exciting