I really want to tease you [Quick Transmigration]

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In mid-air, the Flying Bird was beaten so helplessly by Liao Mo, blood flew all over the place, and kept screaming.Liaomo's face remained unchanged, calm and focused, the long sword in his hand danced with white lights, every flash of white light was followed by blood.

A fight was like peeling a carrot.

Fan Mu stared blankly at the slashing of the flying bird, thinking silently, who is this?Which sect is he?

...Interesting, he can find this person to fight in the future.

Without any suspense, Flying Bird failed miserably.After finishing off the monster, Liaomo put away his sword, stroked his sleeve, and walked back without looking back.Seeing this, Fan Mu immediately followed him and asked him his name, who he came from, what sect, where he lived, and so on.Liaomo kept a cold face and didn't say a word.Fan Mu thought, anyway, he came to fight with him, so he made a move.

Liao Mo's figure flickered, easily dodged, and then Yu Jian flew away.

Fan Mu let out a "hiss—" and hurriedly followed, chasing the Yunqing faction all the way.

From then on, Fan Mu went up to the mountain to challenge Liao Mo twice in three days, although they all failed.If the number of times came too much, the disciples guarding the mountain would not allow him to pass.Fan Mu found the weakest part of the mountain protection array, cut a hole and continued running up the mountain.

Liaomo, who has never seen any emotional fluctuations, finally had a fierce fight with Fanmu three years ago. Fanmu was defeated, and he yelled that he would fight again in three years, and never came again.Today, three years later, Fan Mu appeared here again, but Liao Mo was gone.

After reviewing this memory, Yan Ji looked at Fan Mu who was laughing wildly in mid-air, and felt a dull pain deep in his head.

Yanji: Little 9?

1928: In's(づ￣3￣)づ╭～

Yanji: Can you make Liaomo come back temporarily?

1928: Er... sorry dear, Liaomo is a character we operate according to the set data.Before the arrival of the host, he belonged to the zero-level hosting model.After the arrival of the host, the hosting mode was terminated. It can also be said that Liao Mo disappeared.

Yan Ji only felt ten thousand muddy horses galloping past in his mind.

Yanji: ...that is to say...before I came, you were the ones who were manipulating Liaomo? !

1928; Yes dear~

Yanji: Does Liaomo know that he is being controlled?

1928: The original body will not know, he will only think that he is an ordinary person in this world.

Yanji: Damn...

1928: Fuck, it's uncivilized, dear~

Yanji: ...Can't we use the zero-level hosting model again?

1928: Once the zero-level hosting model is lifted, it can no longer be used on a person.The host can travel across worlds because we can put their souls into different worlds, but people like Liao Mo and Xie Jin are simulated by us and do not have souls.

Yanji: What about other people in these worlds?

1928: They are all ordinary souls~

In mid-air, the anticipation in Fan Mu's eyes burned like a fire. "Liaomo!" He drew out a jet-black sword and pointed it at Yanji, his face flushed slightly with excitement, "I said three years will be three years, and I won't delay for a year! Be optimistic and don't retreat! "As soon as the words fell, Fan Mu rushed towards Yanji like a black and red shooting star.

Fan Mu had approached Liaomo many times before, and many disciples of the Yunqing sect knew him, but the new disciples did not know him.

A young disciple had never seen anyone come up to the mountain to find someone to challenge. He tugged at the sleeve of the senior brother next to him dumbfounded: "Senior brother, who is this little guy? Does senior brother Liaomo have any grudge against him?"

The man looked at the little disciple and said: "He is taller than you. This man is called Fan Mu, I don't know which sect he is from, he has no enmity with Senior Brother Liao Mo, he just likes to fight with others. "

"Shall we help Senior Brother Liaomo?"

"Don't worry, Fan Mu has never won before, we just need to watch from the side this time." The man folded his arms in front of his chest, looking like he was watching a good show.

Yan Ji sincerely felt that this is indeed a world where people can't agree with each other... no, they kill people before they speak.

When Fan Mu rushed over, the humanized system took over Yan Ji's body and threw out an option box.

System prompt: Do you want to interrupt the connection between the host's consciousness and the body?

In the blink of an eye, Yan Ji chose whether or not...so his consciousness did not withdraw, but watched his fight with Fan Mu from the first perspective while his body was being controlled by the system, and he really felt the rushing force coming towards him. Sword wind and spiritual power.

A group of disciples still stayed on the square, following the two shadows that appeared and disappeared in midair.

"How many tricks did they get right?" The little disciple was dazzled.

"do not know."

Fan Mu's offensive is much stronger than it was three years ago, especially the sword in his hand.When the two swords met, Yan Ji felt a mournful sound coming from his sword.Yan Ji retreated step by step, and when the long sword in his hand touched the opponent's sword, a few sparks popped out.

"Brother, why do you keep retreating?"

"That's observing Fanmu's strength... You'll understand after watching it a few times."

"Oh……"

Fan Mu seemed impatient, he retreated a distance suddenly, and raised his sword.Today was a sunny day, but at this moment the sky turned dark. Dark clouds from nowhere covered the sunlight, gathered above Fan Mu's head, and several black lightning flashed around him.

All the disciples retreated one after another.

The scene in front of me is like the special effects of a movie, but the special effects of the movie are fake. If you are touched by these lightning bolts, the pain will be real.

Fan Mu raised his sword high and swung it out suddenly. The black sword drew a black shadow, which spread rapidly from the hilt to Yanji.At that moment, the mournful wailing was like needles all over the sky surrounding Yan Ji's ears.Yanji frowned.Facing the shadow rushed up.

Fan Mu raised the corners of his mouth proudly. This sword was obtained from a reclusive swordsmith after he sold it as a coolie for three years. He used it conveniently, and its power was much stronger than the original sword.He swung three sword shadows in succession, and then he stopped attacking. He stopped curiously to see how Yan Ji blocked his move.

Yanji: Xiu is too scary!

1928: Erhaha...

How can it tell the host that there is a more terrifying world behind it?in various senses.

Fan Mu's expectation was poured with cold water. He saw that Yan Ji used his own sword to block the three sword shadows.

Blocking the first sword shadow, Yan Ji felt numbness in his arms and an indescribable discomfort.

Blocking the second sword shadow, his whole body seemed to be pierced by tiny needles, and the wailing sound in his ears became more and more obvious.

Immediately after the third sword shadow, the wailing sound reached its peak in an instant, and Yan Ji could neither see nor hear anything. Fortunately, this situation only lasted for a blink of an eye.After regaining six senses, Yan Ji was secretly startled by what he saw—under the feet of him and Fan Mu, the bluestone paved ground was cracked radially, and the two century-old trees planted next to them were half burnt.

The little disciple looked at the destroyed things and was heartbroken.

"Those are all my Yunqing faction's things! If you break something, you have to pay for it!"

"How do you let the poor man pay?"

The disciple next to him said quietly.

Yanji: That sword is weird!

1928: That’s right dear~ Congratulations on your initial integration into this world~(づ￣3￣)づ╭～

Yan Ji frowned, and his eyes were fixed on Fan Mu.

Fan Mu didn't know what Yan Ji was thinking, and his face was a little disappointed: "I thought this sword was so powerful, it could force you to use some magic weapons, amulets, etc., but you actually took it hard." He flicked depressingly. Hearing two soft "clank" sounds from the sword body, he raised his head and asked in confusion, "Have I been tricked?"

Yanji: ...

Yan Ji didn't know if he was cheated, but Fan Mu obviously didn't notice the weirdness of this sword.

With a solemn expression, Yan Ji raised his sword and pointed it at Fan Mu, "Keep that sword!"

"Oh?" Fan Mu raised the corner of his mouth, "Then keep fighting with me!"

☆、Comprehension 3

The thick clouds in the sky churned as if being randomly stirred by an invisible stick.

The speed of the two was faster than before, and the people below could only occasionally see a few afterimages.

The clinking of the weapons clashing was more piercing than before. The sound seemed to be mixed with spiritual energy and penetrated into the human brain, and it was also accompanied by faint howling.

A young practitioner covered his ears in pain and bent down, looking like he wanted to vomit.

A senior sister next to her was concerned: "Are you uncomfortable?"

The little disciple nodded.

"Don't stay here if you feel uncomfortable, go back to the wing and rest."

"No," the little disciple stubbornly shook his head and raised his gaze, "I want to see." This was the first time he saw Liaomo fighting with someone from outside the sect, and it was a rare opportunity.

There was a loud "climb" in the air, and the people below all covered their ears.

Yan Ji and Fan Mu retreated facing each other in opposite directions, Fan Mu clenched his teeth tightly and held his right wrist tightly with one hand.

Fan Mu's jet-black sword spun down from where they parted.

"Get out of the way!" Yan Ji shouted loudly, using his spiritual power.

The disciples in the square couldn't help doing as they did, and retreated one after another.The sword was inserted straight into the withdrawn circular space, under the dim light of the sky, there was a sense of coldness on the sword.

The dark clouds entrenched overhead gradually dispersed, revealing a pale blue sky.

Yan Ji secretly breathed a sigh of relief.In the past, when Fan Mu came to challenge him, he had changed weapons and used magic weapons, but he had never used something as evil as this sword.He looked at Fan Mu and saw that he gritted his teeth and curled the corners of his mouth a little bit. Although his eyes were unwilling, it didn't look like he lost his mind because of his failure.

Fan Mu is in the figure of a teenager. Although his face is not fully opened, it can still be seen that he will have sharp edges and corners in the future.

Gritting his teeth, he "hummed" and laughed twice, and said, "You won!"

"You challenged me openly this time, why did you use heretical weapons?" Yan Ji asked coldly.

"What?" Fan Mu was confused, "What heresy?"

The two fell from the sky to the ground.

Seeing his sincere expression, Yan Ji seemed to really not understand.He searched quickly in his memory, but he still didn't find anything about Fanmu.Liaomo, when he sees Fan Mu coming to challenge, he will fight, and if he is defeated, he will leave. He doesn't say a word, so now Yanji can't get more information from his memory.

"Which sect do you come from?"

"No way."

Fan Mu replied impatiently, and walked towards his sword.Yanji followed behind him.

"How did you get all your strength?"

"Blind practice."

"..."

"Hey, don't touch my sword!" Fan Mu stepped in front of the sword and slapped away a disciple's hand.He grasped the hilt of the sword and was about to pull it out, when a slender white hand with a thin callus stretched out to hold the hilt.He followed that hand and saw Yan Ji's face.

"What are you doing? If I lose, I lose, but you can't deduct my things!

"I won't buckle your sword," Yan Ji said lightly, "I just want to know, where did you get it?"

Fan Mu stared at him vigilantly: "You want one too?"

"..." Yan Ji didn't say anything, and suddenly changed his hand position.He snatched the sword from Fan Mu's hand and held it across his chest.

It is a very shameful thing for a cultivator's sword to be taken away by others.

Fan Mu rushed over, and when he was halfway there, Yan Ji shouted: "Everyone back off! There is magic energy in this sword!"

Fan Mu stopped abruptly, and said in surprise: "Demon Qi?!" Why didn't he feel it at all when he was using it?

Yan Ji took out a golden bead from the storage ring on his left hand, and he pressed the bead on the sword. Suddenly, a soft golden light enveloped the sword.The sword body vibrated more and more violently, and then broke into two pieces.

Fan Mu's face turned bitter, no matter what, it was his three years of hard work...

After the sword body broke into two pieces, two wisps of black air floated out from the break.Yan Ji's hand was covered with a layer of blue light, he forcibly gathered the two strands of black air together, and then took out a black box and put it in.

During the whole process, Yanji did not shift his gaze.After finishing, he looked at Fanmu: "See?"

"Oh..." Fan Mu responded, his face slowly turning red.

Yan Ji waved his hand to signal the disciples onlookers to disperse, and they also walked away tactfully, although they all had regrets on their faces.

"This sword is strange, and its source cannot be ignored. If more weapons of this kind flow into the human world, it will inevitably cause chaos. Can you tell me now, where did you get this sword?"

"Okay, I'll tell you."

It turned out that when Fan Mu was defeated and passed through Lefang City three years ago, a blind old Taoist accosted him, saying something, young man, I saw your bones were surprised, and he said a lot, and finally told him that there is something in Wuliang Mountain. A retired swordsmith, the sword he forges will definitely make Fan Mu even more powerful.

Fan Mu had nothing to do, so he thought about looking for it, and it turned out that he found the swordsmith.

There were many swords displayed there, and Fan Mu could tell at a glance that those swords were not ordinary, so he believed in this man and asked him to make a sword for himself.

Fan Mu sighed, and said: "That person's asking price is very high. I have no money, so I worked for him for three years before I got this sword." Then he looked at the broken sword reluctantly and wronged .

According to Fan Mu, the swordsmith is weird, and so is the blind old Taoist.

"Do you still remember where you met that Taoist priest?"

Fan Mu thought about it, he remembered the place he met, but it was a remote corner, and the old road seemed to be walking around, so he couldn't guarantee that he would be able to block the old road by going to the same place.Fan Mu answered truthfully.

Yanji lowered his eyebrows slightly.

If you look for it, you may still find it. If you don’t look for it, you really won’t find it.

"You follow me to find that Taoist."

Fanmu agreed.This matter started because of him, there is nothing to push.

Yan Ji said to go, that was really fast, he immediately reported to the head of the sect and took Fan Mu and two eager disciples down the mountain.Before leaving, Yan Ji picked up a sword for Fan Mu.Fan Mu weighed it up, knowing that the sword is not very good but easy to use, and said with a smile: "I owe you a favor."

Yan Ji thought to himself that you have broken countless things so many times, and you owe more than just a favor.

A group of four people walked with their swords and flew towards Lefang City in the south of Yunqing.Under the sword, stratus clouds surged, and Yan Ji looked around, only to see a vast sea of ​​clouds, occasionally revealing one or two green hills.

Lefang City is not far away, they only took half a day to reach this city.The city is full of hustle and bustle, full of comfort after a tiring day.

Yan Ji took them to find an inn nearby, and drew a second painting for the old Taoist according to Fan Mu's description.The two disciples who followed Yan Ji down the mountain were named Yuan Yong and Yuan An.

Yuan An stepped forward to watch Yan Ji draw the painting stroke by stroke, Xindao Liaomo was indeed a good painter, the painting was lifelike, it was the person in this painting...with a ravine goatee on his face, he was too ugly A little bit.He couldn't help but cast a sympathetic glance at Fan Mu, who was trying to remember - why do people believe in people who look like liars?

After the last stroke, the ink on the paper is also dried at the same time.Yan Ji picked up the painting and handed it to Fan Mu.

"Is it this person?"

Fan Mu opened his eyes, saw the painting, and said in surprise: "Yes, that's him! I met him in Shangshi Street, let's go!" Fan Mu rolled up his sleeves, "Dare to lie to me, see if I don't He chopped it up."

"Wait," Yanji called to stop him, "You stay."

"What?" Fan Mu frowned puzzled.

"Stay here with Yuan An and Yuan Yong, and wait for my reply before acting."

"Why! He lied to me, I can't take revenge myself?!"

"He has met you before, so if you go this time, he will be vigilant. And your skill is not as good as mine, so it's best for me to go."

... Although the words that his skill is not as good as his are not good, it is the truth.Fan Mu snorted with a hard voice, and said, "Listen to you." Then he ran to the window and poked the two potted flowers on the window sill, and the flowers and leaves trembled wildly when he poked them.

"Brother, what are we doing? Are we going with you?" Yuan An asked.

"No," Yan Ji shook his head lightly, "you stay here too, if I can't come back, report back to the Yunqing Sect immediately."

"Brother..."

This time he went down the mountain, what he hoped was to face the enemy head-on, instead of shrinking in this small inn.

"Brother," Yuan Yong pressed his shoulder, "just listen to brother, trust him."

"……it is good."

So it was decided that Yuan'an, Yuanyong and Fanmu were waiting in the inn, and Yanji went to find the old Taoist.

After Yan Ji left, Yuan An sat on the stool, resting his chin with one hand, with an unhappy expression on his face.

Yuanyong wanted to tell Fanmu not to poke the flower, and he would pay for it, but a black line suddenly slipped through his eyes.He froze for a moment, rubbed his eyes, and looked around, but found nothing unusual.

"What's the matter—" Yuan An asked with an unhappy dragging voice.

"Did you see a black line just now?"

"No."

"Weird..."

"What's so strange, you didn't see a mouse, did you?"

"This is the second floor, where are the mice?"

"..."

Demon world.

Huarong, a demon maid, ran out of the apse in dismay, and shouted at the two demon soldiers stationed in the main hall: "It's not good—the young master is gone again!!!"

The two soldiers sighed again and again, and reluctantly began to search for the young master once every three days.

Behind the pillar, two alternate soldiers came out, ready to take over!

The two soldiers and several maids searched the apse all over, and finally found the strange fragrance of sleeping Zhengxiang among the flowers in the back garden.

The maid shook Kuangyi's shoulders in grief and anger: "Young master! Don't sleep! The elder is coming!!!"

The sleepy young man covered his ears, turned over, and faced the soil under the flowers.

"Young Master~" The maid was about to cry.

The rest knelt down together and shouted in unison, "Young Master, please don't sleep anymore!"

"Okay, okay, I got it!!!" Kuang Yi sat up irritably and swept them around, muttering: "This young master is such a fool, he can't even sleep well!"

☆、Comprehension 4

After seeing the elder, Kuang Yi waved away the others, and collapsed on the throne in a disfigured manner, staring at the blue-gray roof of the main hall.

In the main hall stood sixteen stone pillars, divided into two rows, facing him silently.

Kuang Yi let out a long sigh, and wanted to sneak out again.

Lefang City is a big city, people come and go frequently, and disciples of cultivation are not uncommon.Since it was night, people's faces could not be seen clearly at a glance, so Yan Ji didn't receive too many gazes along the way.

Yanji quickly found Shangshi Street.This is a snack street. When you walk in, you can hear the shouts one after another and smell the aroma of various foods.Yan Ji didn't stop on his feet, and while walking, he searched for the old Taoist with his eyes.

1928 was dozing off while watching Yan Ji's progress, but found that the host's pace had slowed down.When he cheered up, Yanji pursed his lips and stared at the stalls from the pastry shop, which were full of exquisite pastries.The person who set up the stall noticed Yan Ji's eyes and warmly invited him to come and taste it.

In 1928, the alarm bell in the core became popular.

The faint voice of the system came: "Master, the host—it can't be done~ This body doesn't have the habit of eating sweets, so it will collapse~"

Yanji: "I'll try it~"

1928: "Be serious about your work."

Yanji: "...no one here knows who I am."

1928: "But this is a cultivator. You don't know if there are people who know this body in ambush around you."

Yanji closed her eyes, calmed down, and walked past the pastry stand calmly.

People in the realm of comprehension don't need to eat after bigu. Yanji hasn't eaten since he came to this world, but he doesn't feel hungry.But skipping meals...especially life without sweets is too bad.

Within three steps, a voice came from behind him.

"Hey, this... this... brother! Stay!"

Yan Ji thought to himself, why is it so strange for this person to pronounce words and phrases, and then looked back.

The familiar silhouette broke into the eyes unsuspectingly, getting closer and closer.

A young man in a blue robe walked towards him with a smile, holding an oiled paper bag in his hand.

He came to Yan Ji, grabbed Yan Ji's wrist with his left hand and lifted it to his chest, and put the paper bag in his right hand into his hand.

The young man patted Yan Ji on the shoulder, "Seeing that you just kept staring at those pastries, don't hesitate this time, eat them!"

Yanji: "Your Excellency and I have never met before, why did you give me something?"

"You look pleasing to the eye~"

"..."

The young man smiled very frankly: "Really."

Yan Ji took a deep breath and said, "Thank you. My name is Mo Liao, a disciple of Yun Qing. Who is that?"

"Kuang Ni, wandering around the world without family or faction."

Kuang Ni, to deceive you, the name is fresh and refined enough.

"... Kuang... If you need anything in the future, you can come to Yunqing faction to find me. If there is something I can do, I will do my best."

Kuang Ni stroked his chin and said with a smile, "It's a good deal to exchange one cake for one student Yunqing."

...You think too much... Yan Ji put the pastry into the storage ring, said goodbye and left.

1928's tone was like a dead leaf that fell to the ground and couldn't get up: "Master host, why didn't you tease such a good opportunity just now..."

Yan Ji asked strangely, "Didn't I ask him to come to me in the future?"

1928: Hehe...

There are not many people at the end of the street.Yan Ji found the target he was looking for there.

The old Taoist set up a stall and set up a flag pole, on which was written "Hundred Counts and Hundred Spirits" in black and white.

At this time, the booth is not closed, but it is quite dedicated.

Yan Ji walked by slowly, deliberately showing a bitter and bitter expression, and sighed deeply.

"Young hero, stay!" The old Taoist stretched out a hand towards Yanji, "I see that your seal is black, and you are surrounded by resentment, and you may be in trouble in the near future!"

Yan Ji said deliberately, "You are blind, how can you see the resentment around me?"

The old Taoist stroked his beard, pretending to be high-spirited and laughed twice, "The poor Taoist had to open the 'eyes of heaven', so he was punished by heaven to lose both eyes. But once the 'eyes of heaven' are opened, everything in the world, whether it is resentment, evil spirits or ghosts , even the poor can see clearly. Therefore, it is easy to see the resentment around you."

Yanji showed doubts, and moved his right index finger and middle finger slightly, a thin air flow wrapped around his fingertips, "Oh? Then look, what else is on my body?"

The old man frowned and looked at it seriously for a while, then said in a deep voice, "Tsk tsk, it's not good, it's not good!"

Yanji asked nervously, "Why is it not good?"

"The young hero has blood on his shoulder, I'm afraid there will be a bloody disaster in the near future!"

Yan Ji looked at his shoulder, and at the same time pointed his finger straight, the air flow swam towards the old man.

He continued: "I'm a cultivator, why can't I see the blood?"

"The poor Taoist's 'Eye of Heaven' is different from your cultivation. Once the 'Eye of Heaven' is opened, you can see everything no matter how small and hidden, but you cultivators," the old Taoist laughed a few times. , What you see doesn’t matter. Little brother, don’t think that this is not pleasant, I see that you have a strong skeleton and a bright future, so I told you this to protect you, mediocre people don’t have this kind of treatment.”

Yanji: This is simply a textbook-style deceit!

1928: Yes yes!

Yan Ji made a half-believing look, "In your opinion, how can I avoid this disaster?"

"Young hero, don't panic," the old Taoist said with confidence, "Since I pointed out your calamity, I will naturally tell you the way to resolve it. There is a mountain called Wuliang Mountain two hundred miles west of Lefang City, and there is a retired man in the mountain. A master swordsmith, Qieranyi. The swords he forges have the ability to exorcise evil spirits, avoid disasters, attract blessings and transfer luck, and their power is also impressive. You go to him to get a sword, which can not only resolve your bloody disasters, but also add a magical power to you. Weapons."

Yan Ji asked suspiciously, "Is that swordsmith really that powerful?"

The old Taoist laughed and said, "A thousand words are not worth a sight, you will understand when you go to see him."

"...Anyway, thank you for your advice."

Yan Ji didn't expect this to be done so easily.When he was talking to that old Taoist, he noticed that this man didn't have any magic energy or spiritual energy, he was just an ordinary person.The possibility that his cultivation base is higher than his is not considered, because if this person's cultivation base is higher than his, it would be overkill for him to set up a stall on the street to fool people.The air flow just now was a mark he left on this person, so that he can find it later.

He stepped on the sword and flew towards the inn, but saw a cloud of purple-black air gathered in the sky over there, and there was a flash of thunder in it.

It's demonic!

Yan Ji secretly thought it was not good.

The Yaozu are fierce and aggressive, but they have been keeping a low profile in recent years and are hard to find.This time there was such a big cloud of demonic energy at the inn, I don't know what the demon clan is doing.

This side of the inn.

In the beginning, Fan Mu poked flowers in front of the window, and Yuan Yong and Yuan An played Go.

Later, Fan Mu was so idle that he turned somersaults in the room and bumped into the table.The chessboard and chess box fell to the ground, and the black and white chess pieces were scattered all over the floor.

Yuan An glared at him angrily.

Fan Mu's face flushed, he knelt down to pick up the thing, and said, "Don't make such an expression, I'll pick it up for you!"

"Can't you wait here quietly for senior brother to come back?" Yuan An said.

"I can't!" Fan Mu blushed, "Why is this place so boring, I don't move around, I'm so lazy and long hair!"

Yuan An sneered, "Then please go outside for some activities, the place is too small to accommodate you."

"You think I don't want to go outside, so I have to watch you two?"

The air is suddenly quiet...

Yuan Anteng stood up from the stool and said, "I'll accompany you to do some activities, come on!"

"Junior Brother!" Yuan Yong slapped Yuan An on the stool, and said, "Brother Fanmu, my junior brother has a hot temper and a stupid mind, so don't argue with him."

Yuan An stared at Yuan Yong, but stopped talking.

Fan Mu turned his face away, "I didn't bother with him, I picked it up for him!"

"..."

Yuan Yong divided the chess pieces and said, "Come on, brother Fanmu, aren't you free? Come and play chess with us."

Fan Mu glanced at them, "I won't."

"……I teach you."

"I don't want to learn this kind of twat thing."

Yuan An was about to jump up again, but Yuan Yong pressed him down in time.

He said, "Brother Fanmu, you don't understand now. You keep challenging Brother Liaomo, why?"

Fan Mu raised his head, "Of course it is to become stronger, to defeat him!"

Yuanyong continued, "That's it. But Brother Fan doesn't know something. To increase cultivation and become stronger is not the only way to find someone to challenge. Playing chess is also a way."

Fan Mu looked puzzled, "How to become stronger playing chess?"

Yuan Yong: "We are cultivators. To become stronger, a cultivator must increase his cultivation. In addition to years of practice, he also pays attention to the word 'enlightenment'. If enlightenment is good, 300 years of practice can be stronger than 1000 years of practice. Where do we come from? Enlightenment? Every plant, tree, and prosperity around us is actually the root of enlightenment. Chess contains thousands of worlds, which are infinitely changing. It is the reflection of the world around us on the chessboard, so enlightenment from playing chess is not only a way , is a shortcut." Yuan Yong said nonsense without changing his expression.

Fan Mu was confused, "Although I don't understand, it makes sense."

Yuan Yong: "Brother Fan doesn't understand now because you don't know how to play chess. After you can play chess, you will naturally understand."

Fan Mu let out a sigh, and saw Yuan Yong put a chess piece on it solemnly, and said, "Then you teach me."

"Okay!" Yuan Yong responded, secretly happy in his heart that he could finally be quiet...for a while...

The night outside the window was dark, and at some point, layers of dark clouds covered the sky.A cloud of purple-black air condensed above the inn, and the people below didn't notice it yet.

Yuanyong and Yuan'an took turns teaching Fanmu how to play chess, and now it's Yuan'an's turn.Although Fan Mu has a quick temper, he studies very hard.

Yuan Yong looked at the two with relief, and suddenly felt a little cold.

How can it be suddenly cold in summer?He frowned and looked around, then stood up abruptly and pointed out the window and said loudly, "Look, what is that?!"

Both of them turned their heads together, only to see a huge mass of purple-black air billowing outside the window.

The author has something to say: I was delayed outside yesterday, sorry

☆、Comprehension 5

The purple-black air mass rolled and approached them, and streaks of thin white lightning flashed within it.

"It's monster energy!" Yuan Yong was terrified.

How can there be a monster here?Still such a thick mass? !There have been no rumors of monster clans appearing in Lefang City for a hundred years!

Without time to think, Yuan Yong and Yuan An took out two talismans together.Two yellow talismans rose into the air, emitting a golden light.The runes on it expanded circle by circle, covering the entire room.

Fan Mu raised his sword and rushed down.

The two followed closely to the lobby.In the lobby, people were lying on the table and lying on the ground, all of them turned into bones.

Yuan An took a breath, "Are we the only living people left here?"

Yuan Yong said with difficulty, "It seems so."

Fan Mu gritted his teeth, with a cold light in his eyes, and walked to the door step by step with his sword in hand. With a sound of "铛", he kept the posture of the horizontal sword in front of him and stepped back four or five steps.

A young man dressed in black leather and holding a gun stepped in.He looked stern, looking at them like he was looking at a pile of dry bones.A strong evil spirit emanated from him.

The three of them realized a fact at the same time: this person, no, this demon is very powerful.

Fan Mu frowned tightly, his expression tensed to the extreme, he suddenly relaxed, and said loudly: "Brother Yuan, it seems that I will ask you to learn how to play chess again in my next life, tell Liao Mo to wait Look at me, let's compete in the next life!"

Yuan'an and Yuanyong were all shocked.

Fan Mu turned into a black and red shadow, and rushed towards the cold-looking young man like an arrow.

When Yan Ji rushed back, what unfolded in front of his eyes was such a scene.

The inn was in ruins, and the rubble and planks were strewn at random.Yuan Yong Yuan'an was restrained by two red light belts and fell to the ground unable to move.Fan Mu confronted a young man holding a gun in mid-air. Uncharacteristically, he put the sword behind his back and chanted a spell.The young man seemed to know what Fan Mu was going to do, and attacked him again and again.

Fan Mu and him had already gone through several fierce battles, and at this moment, he managed to escape the young man's attack and recited the spell to the end.

"Stop!!!" Yan Ji shouted loudly, but it was too late.

Fan Mu's figure disappeared instantly at the end of the spell, replaced by blood mist all over the sky.Countless blood drops stabbed at the young man like needles.He danced the pistol into a barrier to resist the attack of the blood mist, but unexpectedly, a strong killing intent suddenly rushed behind him.It was too late to turn around.

A long sword shining with cold luster pierced his chest, and dark green blood dripped down the edge of the sword.

He miscalculated this person's speed, and was suddenly disrupted, so he couldn't help but pause.With just one blow, the blood mist found a gap and broke through the **** barrier.Countless thin needles pierced him through.

Blood mist will attack indiscriminately.Yan Ji drew his sword back, and a stream of dark green blood spurted out from the young man's chest.He clutched his chest and fell to the ground with a sword around his neck.

"Who are you!" Yan Ji said word by word, his eyes were cold.Although Yanji didn't know Fanmu for a long time, Fanmu still occupies a long time in Liaomo's memory.Apart from his fondness to find people to challenge, Fan Mu is innocent and stupid in other respects.Yan Ji was extremely angry that he died in such a tragic way in front of him suddenly.

The young man was covered in blood, his face was blurred, but his eyes were bright, like the light on the edge of a knife.

He paused every word, his voice hoarse: "Qi Fei."

Seven flying?The name was surprisingly familiar.After thinking about it for a while, Yan Ji figured out the identity of this person.

However, Qi Fei took advantage of Yanji's distraction when recalling, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.He moved his left hand suddenly, and a faint floating light appeared on his hand, which covered Qi Fei's body in an instant.

Yan Ji immediately cut off the sword, but was a step too late.After the golden light flashed, Qi Fei disappeared.

Yan Ji bit his lower lip, and held the Taihe sword tightly, with such strength that his whole arm was shaking.He closed his eyes, calmed down his emotions, walked to Yuan'an Yuanyong, and cut off the red belts on their bodies.

The two felt lighter.While restrained by the strap, their mouths seemed