[Transmigration Book] The male protagonist wants to kill me

After Jiang Yu finished speaking, the disciples who had been waiting outside rushed forward, drew their swords and stood behind Jiang Yu, expressing their views.

This Jiang Yan has only been in Bixia Pavilion for a long time, and she knows how many rules. They called her Miss Yan for the sake of the Pavilion Master.If they were honest and responsible people, they would not embarrass Jiang Yan, they would just treat Bixia Pavilion as a child for nothing, but now that this mortal wants to sit on their heads, not to mention their dissatisfaction, the comprehension world will laugh at them Bixia Pavilion.

"Meng Qi." Jiang Yu was very hot-tempered, and directly called his stepmother's name in front of outsiders. "Did my father be killed by you? He was fine yesterday, but today he said he was insane."

"Yu'er." Meng Qi, who was called by her name by the younger generation, had an ugly expression on her face. She wished she could strangle this reckless little girl to death. A look of embarrassment appeared on her face, "I am your father's Taoist companion, please show some respect."

"My father's Taoist partner, Fuqian, died long ago in the mortal world and buried in the earth. I want you to respect me." Jiang Yu sneered, holding on to the sharp sword, "I can consider respecting your spirit card."

"You!" Meng Qi seemed so angry that she couldn't maintain a kind expression on her face. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that all sects and sects were watching the show. She covered her sleeves and lowered her head, her eyes turned red, and she cried, "I know you There have always been complaints against me, but haven't I done enough all these years?"

Jiang Yu snorted coldly.

The heroes who watched the excitement turned to Meng Qi, and there were those who felt distressed, those who sympathized, and those who stood up.

"Fairy Yu, this is your fault. Mrs. Jiang has worked so hard for the Bixia Pavilion for so long. There is no credit but hard work. How can she be disrespectful to your mother?"

Jiang Yu replied, "It's none of your business."

"Hey!"

Jiang Yan, who was watching the play, was already familiar with this routine. As the saying goes, parents are short-sighted, fighting to the death, and in the end, it's all about fame and fortune. She thought that the cultivation world would disdain these things, but she didn't expect that everyone would be the same everywhere.

"Sister." She took this opportunity to stand up, first forcibly interrupting the tit-for-tat confrontation between the two, and then bowed to Meng Qi Yingying. She didn't say why she saluted, and only asked Meng Qi after the ceremony, "Dad really said that before he died. .”

Meng Qi clutched her handkerchief in grief, "That's true, you are the head of Bixia Pavilion No. 13."

"Then is it inconvenient for me to appoint Jiang Yu as the No.14 pavilion master?" Jiang Yan looked at the surprised Meng Qi and repeated again, "Is there any inconvenience in carrying out the grand ceremony of passing the throne twice in one day?"

"Yan'er..." Meng Qi didn't expect Jiang Yan to come again, and Jiang Yu on the other end was also unexpected, and looked at her mortal sister again.

With a tall and straight figure and decent manners, Jiang Yu discovered for the first time that Jiang Yan had the strength to refuse to admit defeat.

He wants the position of Pavilion Master.Jiang Yu turned to think about it and saw Jiang Yan's clear eyes again, feeling guilty in his heart, secretly feeling that he accidentally injured an allied army.

"Very good, very good." A peacemaker came out to fight Qianqiu, "Jiang Zhenren's two daughters have both become pavilion masters, sisters and sisters are respectful, and it is a good story to spread."

There was another commotion outside, and a charming female voice asked, "Let us listen to any good stories."

A bloody body was thrown in. The upper part of the body was unclear, as if it had been bitten and eaten by a ferocious beast. When everyone's expressions became serious, there was a faint ringing of bells.

It was sweet to the ears at first, and then the spirit was in a trance. Those who are still inexperienced can no longer distinguish between the enemy and the enemy. Mei Ze shouted loudly, "Calm down and concentrate, this is the soul-destroying bell of the devil world."

Everyone came to their senses at once, and all of them drew their weapons and stood ready. Soon, that enchanting figure came in from the outside, holding a young boy in her arms. She had a handsome face and was quiet, but her expression was numb, and her actions were rather dull. There is a sense of rigid machinery.

It is Jian Yu, the priest of the demon world.Liu Jingshu gasped when she saw this person. Why did the elite boss who came out in the later stage appear in the small copy of Bixia Pavilion, or...

The hand that was held was tightened, and Su Qing gave a comforting smile, don't be afraid, no one can hurt you with me around.

When she reached the center of the flower hall, she stopped and brushed aside the broken hair on the young man's forehead, revealing a pair of eyes. After doing all this, she lazily asked Jiang Yu, "I heard that this Bixia Pavilion is about to make a sword. I'm not good enough." , I want to take a look, but I don't know where the sword is now."

No one has dared to speak since she appeared on the stage, the hall is silent, only the ringing sound of her wrist shaking, every time she shakes, there is a feeling of stagnation in the inner organs, this kind of power makes them dare not speak out, and they also doubt Jian Yu's true identity Come.

Jiang Yu endured the injury to his internal organs, cupped his fists and saluted, "There is no sword to come out of Bixia Pavilion this year."

"Oh." Jian Yu beckoned, and Jiang Yu flew to Jian Yu like a marionette, unable to control himself.Jian Yu pinched Jiang Yu's neck, caressing her face and said puzzledly, "How did I hear that Bixia Pavilion is going to produce a peerless sword."

Ever since seeing Yu appear on the stage, Meng Qi has been very excited. On that day, she sent a message back to the Demon Realm, and the priest only said that she had already made arrangements.She never thought that Lord Sacrifice would go out in person, she couldn't hide the light in her eyes, and when she heard Jian Yu's words, she immediately wanted to show her courtesy, and just as she was about to speak, the person next to her spoke out.

"Your honorable guest, please put down my sister."

Seeing Yu looking over, he saw Jiang Yan standing up straight and facing him. He was obviously a mortal with no cultivation, and he was neither humble nor overbearing when facing him, so he asked Yu Gao to take a look at Jiang Yan.

"A mortal." Jian Yu threw Jiang Yu down, walked up to Jiang Yan and raised his hand to lift Jiang Yan's chin, exhaling like a ran, "Look at you, your hands are shaking, your stubborn appearance is really pitiful. "

Jiang Yan Ren Jianyu belittled himself, met Shang Jianyu with deep eyes, blushing without panting, "Bixia Pavilion did have a famous sword born this year, but it is still in Zhujian Valley. If you want to see it, you have to go to Zhujian Sword Valley."

The old Youtiao saw that Yu would not suffer from being caught in a pot, so she withdrew her hand and picked a chair and sat down weak and boneless, caressing the cute girl on her thigh, biting her red lips and thinking of an idea, "Go get the sword , I will stay here and wait, if I don't come..."

She picked a monk at random, and the monk flew out from the crowd as soon as she sucked in her hand. Before he had time to beg for mercy, he became a rain of blood, sparsely falling on everyone's head, sticking to everyone on the sleeve.

The poor mind spit out directly.

"This is the beginning." She said, "I will kill another person after burning an incense stick."

Jiang Yu, who was kneeling on the ground, trembled all over, looking at Jian Yu in disbelief, how innocent these monks are, they have nothing to do with Bixia Pavilion, this woman is trying to push Bixia Pavilion to the forefront.

"Please wait a moment, my honored guest." Jiang Yan stepped forward to help Jiang Yu, and bowed to Jian Yu, "I'll come as soon as I go."

She took Jiang Yu out, and met Gu Bai's gaze at the last moment when she left the flower hall.

what do you want?That question resurfaced in Jiang Yan's mind, Jiang Yan didn't hesitate, she turned her head and took Jiang Yu away with a resolute figure, as if she had made up her mind.

It was clear what she wanted.

She wants to stay here, not as a mortal.

It wasn't until she stepped on the flying magic weapon that Jiang Yu had the strength to speak. She asked Jiang Yan with a trembling voice, "Why aren't you afraid?"

"I'm afraid." Jiang Yan smiled softly. Her body could not bear the strong wind. Those disciples cast spells on her, and her hair remained undisturbed for nine days. The hand protruding from the sleeve was very obvious, obvious trembling.

Jiang Yu stopped talking, she clenched the long sword in her hand, and asked afterward, "What are you going to do?" While talking, she already recognized Jiang Yan as her sister.

"Go get her the sword." Jiang Yan blinked, as if she couldn't understand Jiang Yu's question.

"From the beginning to the end, there is no sword that can be made out of the furnace." Jiang Yu became irritable, and told the dilemma of Bixia Pavilion, "50 years ago, my father cast Wuming, and since that day, there has been no second sword in Zhujian Valley. Wuming's sword is overbearing. As soon as it was born, it cut off the other swords in the Sword Forging Valley, Wuming occupied the sword forging furnace, and since then there is no sword to forge, father can't, it can only be said that there was no sword to produce that year."

"What about now?" Jiang Yan asked.

"There is no sword to give, but there is a sword to destroy." Jiang Yu said this fact, "Wuming is already alive, and it wants to get out of the sheath, and the sword will be stained with blood. Daddy is afraid that Wuming will become a magic sword, so he wants someone to destroy it. Anonymous."

"Sword Spirit..." Jiang Yan sighed, "I went to the Sword Forging Valley a few nights ago, the nameless is not a living being."

"How do you know." After Jiang Yu realized that he was speaking too loudly, he blushed and whispered, "I went there that day too, the sword energy of Zhujian Valley couldn't fool me, if there is no sword spirit, why would there be a sword Out of breath."

Jiang Yan didn't know how to answer Jiang Yu. She thought it was a kind of intuition. There was a voice telling her that Wuming was calling for her and needed her, just like her sister needed her at this time, and Bixia Pavilion needed a right-hand man.

When everyone arrived at the Sword Forging Valley, they came to the Sword Forging Furnace one by one. Jiang Yu, the leader, looked at the long sword floating in the air for a while, then turned his head and gritted his teeth and told the people around him, "Go and extinguish the fire of the earth veins."

"But Senior Sister Yu..." The man looked astonished. The fire of the earth's veins does not ignite as soon as it is ignited, and it extinguishes as soon as it is extinguished. , the reputation of Bixia Pavilion will also be affected.

"Why so much nonsense." Jiang Yu was impatient, "Do you want those people to die for nothing?"

"Yes." Thinking about his life, the man had no choice but to take people away to extinguish the fire of the earth veins, and Jiang Yu was the only one left in front of the sword casting furnace for a while.

The raging fire burns tirelessly, Wuming is still the same as he first saw, simple and impermanent, the simplest shape, without extra fancy sword patterns, the ordinary one is no different from Fantie.

"Is this what Daddy spent his whole life on?" Jiang Yu suddenly turned around after speaking, only to see Jiang Yan slowly approaching with a jade cup in her hand, looking at Jiang Yu with a smile.

"Living people sacrifice swords, the more spiritual power the better?"

The jade liquid in the cup flickered slightly, refracting a pair of autumn water cut pupils.