Immortals are not as good as dancing

Meng Ran was woken up by the pain in her left leg. Before she had time to see what was wrong with her leg, she was kicked against the wall with a kind foot.

Her leg seemed to be injured, and when she squatted down with difficulty against the wall, Meng Ran groaned, and couldn't help but curse in her heart: Damn it!Which little bastard kicked me!so bold... so bold...

Before he finished vomiting, Meng Ran's eyes widened, and a red light blasted a half-meter-deep hole where he was just sitting.

If it weren't for the kindness just now, he probably wouldn't have had a chance to complain.

Looking in the direction of the red light, Meng Ran felt that everything in front of him was wonderful and unreal.

Yes, fantasy!

There was a big golden hood on top of his head, and the red light came from a long red whip outside the hood.

The golden mask was already very weak, and there were loopholes in some places. With the attack of the red whip, from time to time, a red mysterious light penetrated the mask and hit the ground inside the mask.

There is a person standing in each of the four corners of the mask, dancing and dancing in very neat movements.

There is also a person standing in the center of the mask, his movements are slightly different, and he keeps jumping around.

Judging from the color of the shoes, well, the one who gave him a heart-warming just now is the person in the center of the mask.

Before Meng Ran could figure out the situation, the person in the center of the mask shouted in a low voice, "Shrink!"

His voice is extremely cold and his tone is extremely decisive.

With this low shout, the range of the already crumbling mask was reduced by nearly half, but it seemed much more secure.

At least, from Meng Ran's point of view, the color is more pure, and the thickness of the mask seems to have increased.

The pain in the chest had subsided. Meng Ran struggled to get up, but before her left foot was firmly established, a sharp pain spread from her calf to her whole body.

"Aw... woo..." Meng Ran twitched in pain, and managed to stand still while leaning against the brick wall behind her.

"Meng Ran, just wait for me!" The cold voice said a few more words before Meng Ran confirmed that the other party was actually a female voice.

Who the hell is going to tell him what's going on?

The last second he was still participating in the music awards conference. He had just won the Best Composer Award. When he walked down the stage, the host told him narrowly that he must walk slowly.

Halfway through, the host announced that he was still the best arranger award, and his best arranger award work - the episode "Unconsciousness" from the movie "The Years Gone" rang out.After the warm applause, the music of "Didn't Know" sounded in the venue. Everyone clapped along to the beat of "Didn't Know". Da, still turned around 360 degrees and jumped forward happily on the stage, and then he tripped!

Then—he fell off the podium...

Which bastard raised the podium so high, if you come out, I promise not to kill you!

Then—the back of his head hit the ground and his eyes went dark...

Yes, he fell his head! !

Meng Ran stretched out her hand to touch the back of her head, feeling a little anxious, but she was not sure of her strength. A sharp pain came from the back of her head. Meng Ran felt that her eyes were dark again, and she almost fainted, so she quickly retracted. hand.

After gritting his teeth and trying to hold on, a burst of pain exploded from the center of his head, along with fragmented memories.

"Your herring is engraved with the word Meng. As a teacher, I found you in Xiaoran Village. Since I don't remember my name, I will call you Mengran from now on." The middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life caressed His little head.

"Aran, this is your elder sister Song Xi." The little girl who looked no more than seven or eight years old had no expression on her face, and her eyes showed disapproval of him.

"You can't even support yourself, and you still pick up things at home. When will this bad habit be changed?" The cold voice said mercilessly, and he was so frightened that he hid Behind the master.

No, that wasn't him, even if the face didn't look different.

But, how could he wear buns and wear such worn-out cotton clothes when he was young?This kind of attire, which looks like an ancient costume, has nothing to do with his childhood!

This is the memory that belongs to this body!

Realizing this, Meng Ran stretched out her hand.His slender hands with five fingers looked very familiar, just like when he was fifteen or sixteen years old, but he was already an adult, and the hands of an adult man no longer had this kind of softness, and the joints were more distinct.

"Huh?" Even Meng Ran, who was so open-minded and funny, let out a bewildered laugh at this moment.

When I looked up and looked forward, I happened to see a long red whip hitting the golden mask. The mask was attacked, and a light more than ten feet high burst out from the attacked place like a rebound. There was a sharp scream, and an arm still holding a red long whip fell on the mask, and the next moment it had already rolled down the semicircular mask, leaving only a trail on the mask. A pathetic bloodstain.

The bloody scene came too suddenly, Meng Ran was a little stunned, but when he came back to his senses, the scene in front of him was even more impactful.

Through the light mask, directly in front of him, a long sword pierced a woman in red.The right arm of the woman in red was cut off at the root, as if it was not enough to just pierce it, the long sword even stirred in a circle on her chest, the fragments of flesh and blood followed the blood foam, along the red blood soaked. The skirt fell to the ground with a clatter, forming a small pool of piled up minced meat.

The long sword was pulled out from the woman's chest, and a hole the size of a bowl appeared in the fallen woman's chest, bloody and bloody.

Meng Ran covered his mouth reflexively, his twitching body brought pain in his left leg, reminding him that he was not good at walking at this time.If you don't want to change places painfully, you have to hold back honestly and don't vomit.

It hurts, it's not a dream! It's not a scene from a movie!

Therefore, he is Meng Ran, but he is no longer Meng Ran.

Meng Ran, 16 years old, is the 140th ninth-generation disciple of Tianwumen.On the top is the senior sister Song Xi, the second senior brother Wu Changliu, below are the fourth junior Bai Qiuyun, the fifth junior Lu Ziqi, and the junior junior Wanwan.

Meng Ran, 26 years old, is a newly promoted music producer of Star Entertainment Records, the winner of the best composer and best arranger of this year's Golden Melody Awards.

This is the resident of the Tianwu sect in Liangyi Mountain, Luquexizhou, Cangyuan.

Now here is the 15-year phase of the sect battle of Liangyi Mountain in Quexizhou.

If they can defend this mountain, they can continue to practice on this mountain with spiritual veins.

If they can't hold on to this mountain, what awaits them is the fate of the female cultivator who just held the whip.

And before he, Meng Ran, became Meng Ran, because his little junior sister Wan Wan danced wrongly and the formation was out of balance, Meng Ran was whipped away by the whip-wielding female cultivator just now. Grabbing the land, the soul returns to nowhere.

It's no wonder that Wan Wan was in this matter. Like Meng Ran, an eleven or twelve-year-old child had never faced blood directly.At that time, the nun holding the whip smashed the troublemaker to pieces, and the living person was smashed into pieces in front of Wan Wan's eyes, and Wan Wan, who was frightened, accidentally stepped on the wrong dance step.

At this time, the whip-wielding female cultivator who hurt Meng Ran was pierced by a long sword, but the person who killed her was not a friend of Tianwumen.

And like the female cultivator holding the whip, she is the cultivator who came to snatch the resident of Tianwumen.

It can be seen from the killer move that these people are not kind.Unlike the whip-wielding female cultivator, this sword cultivator did not fight alone.Standing behind him was a female cultivator whose appearance was [-]% similar to his. She also held a long sword in her hand, and blood-red liquid dripped down from the point of the sword facing down.

After pulling the long sword out of the female cultivator holding the whip, the sword cultivator flicked the long sword in his hand twice lightly, then pinched his sword fingers, and a cyan light flashed across the long sword, wiping away the remaining blood. Erase from the sword.

In the next moment, the restored long sword soared into the sky.

Meng Ran looked intently, but found that what was rising into the sky was just a sword shadow, and the long sword floated steadily in the air and stopped in front of the sword repair man.

Soon, the next sword light burst out from the long sword, and after piercing into the sky, it suddenly turned downward and landed with an extremely fast clang, and half of the sword light pierced into the ground. A circular aura full of sword energy diffused.

The circular sword aura spread out for a distance of about three feet and stopped expanding. Soon, a second sword light pierced the ground at the edge of the aura, and a third...more sword light shot out from the long sword, After soaring into the sky, it plunged into the ground.Soon, these sword auras surrounded more than half of the golden mask inside the Tianwu Gate.

Song Xi and the others inside the mask did not stop their movements.While the sword cultivator was laying out the sword array, Song Xi and the others also continuously had golden auras in their movements, which supplemented the mask.

In the memory of Meng Ran's body, Song Xi, who was called the elder sister, had fine beads of sweat on her forehead at this time, and her voice was still as cold as ever, but more stern: "The other party broke the formation with an array!" , When the defensive formation meets the offensive formation, we need to use the armor and shield 'rock' when necessary."

"Elder Sister..." Wan Wan, who was already out of breath, heard the words, and there was a crying tone in her voice.

Obviously not her senior sisters, because she has the memory of her body, Meng Ran instantly understood the reason why Wan Wan was about to cry.

The "rock" of the armor and shield is the last part of the dance of the armor and shield. Although Wan Wan memorized the movements, the rhythm has not been grasped well. In such a situation against the enemy, once Wan Wan's rhythm cannot keep up with the others , Although there will not be such a big loophole like the wrong dance step before, it will cause the defense of the entire dance formation known as the "rock" to drop significantly.

As we all know, sword cultivator is the monk with the sharpest attack power among all monks.Although I don't know the origins of the two sword cultivators in front of me, it is not easy for a sword cultivator to form a sword array.

Things are so serious that Song Xi decides to take the risk of using "Pan Shi", Wan Wan knows that mistakes are absolutely not allowed.

Wan Wan's sobbing sound didn't bring Song Xi the slightest waver.

"Jump or die!" Song Xi's voice was cold and cold: "Including your brother Meng!"

Wan Wan's sobs stopped immediately, and even Meng Ran shuddered when she heard it.