I am deeply in love with my old enemy? [Transmigration Book]

"Now, you know why I came here." Tan Qing smiled helplessly.

"Why did he find fault with Su Zhen?" Yao Ye thought that either his brain was broken, or Huan Fang's brain was broken.

Not only did he think so, but the surrounding people were also whispering: "What's going on, isn't it supposed to be time for a challenge today?"

"Do you think Su Zhen has offended Senior Brother Huan Fang?"

Suddenly there was a lower voice: "I think the two of them fought well. I'm happy whoever gets injured."

This is true.

The crowd was buzzing, and suddenly heard a crisp and bright voice: "Get out of the way." The voice was clear and delicate, quite popular, but with just two words, the crowd around gave way to her.

The direction of the road is on the side of Yao Ye and Tan Qing.

Instead, Yao Ye turned his head and saw the woman in pink who was following closely: "Ling Yu?"

"Senior Brother Yao Ye." Ling Yu greeted, turned her head and put almost all the smile on her mouth: "Senior Brother Tan Qing."

Well, if it wasn't for being polite, she wouldn't even bother with herself.Yao Ye also knew that his big beard affected others' feelings towards him, especially female cultivators, but usually when friends of friends got together, female cultivators didn't have a good impression of the few people in their small group, so they couldn't feel it. .

Standing with Tan Qing at this time, Yao Ye felt a little unhappy when he was treated so differently: "What's the matter, you also came to see Junior Brother Suzhen's game?"

"Could it be that you like that taciturn junior brother?"

"If you don't talk nonsense for a day, your mouth will not be happy, right!" Ling Yu turned her head and scolded Yao Ye, and she hurriedly turned her head for fear that Tan Qing would run away: "Eldest brother, don't listen to his nonsense, I don't know that Senior Brother Huan Fang Which muscle is wrong to challenge a town that draws energy into the body."

"It's obvious that this is my turn, and I'm still asked to wait below."

Ling Yu glanced at the stage complainingly, only to find that in just a few days, the former Qi-introduction into the body has reached the alchemy stage?

"What panacea did he take?"

The two had already set up their positions on the stage, and Su Zhen was still holding his disciple's sword, with the tip of the sword hanging on the ground, in the same posture as before.

Huan Fang stood on the other side and stretched out a hand to indicate that it was time to start.

"You just competed with me." Huan Fang made a gesture of attacking: "Squatting down to attack, the sword energy has no righteous way, I really don't know who taught your sword skills."

He took two steps forward, leaving only his spiritual power to protect his body, and used the most basic sword moves of the Fengming School to feed him, it was really like teaching a mentor to a disciple on a Dao discussion platform.

Hanmang gently tapped the tip of the sword to pick up the disciple's sword in Su Zhen's hand. Every move was relatively slow, and he taught him the basic sword skills of the Fengming Sect bit by bit.

Su Zhen breathed evenly and remained unmoved. He seemed to follow his feeding moves, but in fact he was a little bit worse every time he looked for it.

Like a child learning to walk after an adult.

It's nothing to watch. If you have the time to watch this, it's better to watch Huan Fang's morning class in recent days. Anyway, there are more people to watch.

"However, I have to say that Brother Huan Fang really deserves to be a disciple of the Congbian Hall. It is not enough to attend the morning class when it is on the Dao Discussion platform. It is already in the competition and still teaching."

"Convinced."

Tan Qing really didn't teach him this sword move carefully. Originally, how could you teach someone who might kill you in the future?What's more, in the future, Suzhen will not create a world by relying on the swordsmanship of its Fengming school. Their Fengming school is just a stepping stone in his future double break in the magic way.

Judging from the fact that he killed the head of the sect and abolished his inner palace in the future, it wasn't even a step, at best it was a small threshold that could be easily crossed.

Do you need to learn such low-level moves?

He thought so, but Huan Fangjiao on the stage was able to guide him from time to time: "No matter what kind of magic weapon you use in the future, it will never change from the original principle, and your breathing method will be the same."

Suzhen just followed his sword moves and waved the disciple sword in his hand, seemingly studying hard, but everyone around him thought that this competition must be the same as yesterday. He was "taught" by Brother Huanfang until the end of the competition time, and then seriously Get up and defeat him within three strokes.

Well, probably this is the script.

Yao Ye watched it for a while, and finally couldn't stop letting out his first breath, that is, he had never watched Huanfang's demonstration so seriously when he first joined Fengming School in the morning class.

What's more, at this moment, he was half out of breath, and just feeling bored, his squinted eyes suddenly seemed to catch something.

The sword in Su Zhen's hand on the stage seems to have been drawn according to Huan Fang's "guidance", but he stabs forward inadvertently, which is another routine like the previous game.

But the other party is Huan Fang of the Jindan period, but when Jianfeng just stabbed at him, he already sensed that something was wrong. With a pick of the sword, it just hit the tip of his sword: "I do these little tricks in private, I Feng The Ming faction is the most shameless."

The disciple's sword in Su Zhen's hand seemed to be stuck to Huan Fang's sword, no matter how he moved it, there would always be a place for the sword to stick to his sword.

As soon as his words fell, the seemingly restrained sword tip suddenly changed its direction. Su Zhen squatted down, and with the momentum when he stood up, he stabbed the sword tip straight at Huan Fang's throat. During the whole process, there was only the piercing sound of sticking when weapons were handed over, which was very long, like tinnitus.

This is the fierce sound of Su Zhen's disciple Jianjian swipe sideways on Huan Fang's sword. The force shook him away.

This was directly suppressed by his cultivation, and the impact Suzhen received was like water from the cold pool on the hanging mountain rushing towards him.

Even so, he was only repelled a few steps, he pinched a sword formula with his fingers, and according to what Huan Fang taught just now, he used his disciple's sword to confront him.

The afterglow passed by, and the sword light from the other end flew again. If Huan Fang taught him at the speed just now, he would not be able to receive the move at all. spiritual power.

"You learn very quickly." Huan Fang said, "But the time is too short."

The disciple's sword in Suzhen's hand was stuck in the air with his, as if a layer of frost had formed between the two swords, and he couldn't get away for a while.He seemed to understand that this was the word "sticky" that Huan Fang used just now.

Ice spiritual power has always been known for being cold and fierce, but I have never seen anyone who can use ice spiritual power and "haunting" together.No harm, just capture alive.

"Admit defeat."

Su Zhen remained silent.His eyes suddenly turned to Tan Qing, with a complicated expression.

He absolutely cannot just lose like this.

Su Zhen flew up, grasped the hilt of the sword, and poured the whole body of ice spiritual power into his body.

How could the disciple's sword be able to withstand such a huge amount of ice spiritual power, only a soft sound of "Zheng" was heard, and the entire disciple's sword was shattered into innumerable fragments, and each piece was bounced away by the force of fragmentation. Sticking to Huan Fang's sword.

Rather Stick to your guns.Huan Fang suddenly thought of this sentence, no matter whether he wins or loses, the person in front of him is still a little too paranoid.

With a wave of his hand, he also took back his disciple's sword and held it in his hand: "You don't have any weapons, so how can you compete."

"Admit defeat." He said again.

throw in the towel?Suzhen's eyes scanned the location where the disciple's sword was shattered on the ground, some of which were only a tiny bit, and some were not even visible to the naked eye, but for those fragments, each "grain" of Suzhen clearly knew his location, He poured spiritual power into it, and those fragments, like the embodied spiritual power, would all obey his command.

After confirming this matter, Su Zhen looked up at Huan Fang in front of him.

The sword in his hand was by his side, as if he had removed the spiritual power to protect his body, as if he was about to open his mouth and continue to persuade himself to admit defeat.

All of a sudden, the flow of air became very slow, like the calm when a storm came. He heard a slight sigh from Huan Fang, and the disciple sword in his hand moved according to his heart, and stopped at his throat. between.

"Are you still not admitting defeat?" Su Zhen was a little embarrassed, as if he had already looked like a loser, with his head resting on his face, still silent.

Huan Fang only thought that he was maintaining the last dignity, and raised his finger slightly, ready to signal the seat.Suddenly he saw Su Zhen's head raised.

A pair of black pupils hidden in the messy hair were staring at him fiercely, and he couldn't help being shocked. How could such an expression be an expression of maintaining dignity and not wanting to admit defeat?

At this moment, all the fragments of the disciple's sword had already risen silently, and just waiting for his order, they completely submerged into Huan Fang's body.

"I won't admit defeat." His lips just opened, and Huan Fang could only feel the air around him was full of wind, every trace of wind came from different places, but the destination was all his own.

He wanted to block it with the sword, but the sword energy couldn't protect his body for a while, and he even felt the intent to die.

The thought of survival made him pinch his fingers, and a ball-shaped cover rose around his body. In his hand, he was holding a talisman in the shape of a jade slip.

The function of this magic weapon is nothing else, no matter what kind of spell, if Huan Fang has learned it, he can master it and use it according to his needs, which is the most suitable spell.

This hood can return all mana to the caster itself.

All the fragments bounced back, and all of them fell into Su Zhen's body.

All of a sudden, Su Zhen's whole body was bleeding.