[Transmigration Book] Forced to the days of the Holy Father

The man was very dexterous in using the folding fan. He injected his mana into the fan, and when he used it, he was very handy.

The folding fan swung in Chu Zhaoran's direction, summoning a tornado.

Wherever the tornado passed, not a blade of grass remained.

Plants were uprooted.

Chu Zhaoran threw out a red light from his palm, collided with the tornado, rubbed against it, and brought a "sizzling" sound. After that, the red light gradually melted into the tornado, invaded the inside, and swallowed it.

Now it was Chu Zhaoran's turn to make a move. He held the emerald green sword in his hand, and with a single swing, he only used five percent of his strength, but when he attacked that person, the sword's intent turned into thousands Tens of millions of flying blades greeted him mercilessly.

Even if he tried his best to dodge, he still couldn't dodge the tens of thousands of sword attacks.

He looked a bit embarrassed.

Unexpectedly, this person was injured so badly. In his hands, I couldn't please him at all.

But when he thought that he had a mission, he couldn't run away directly, so he could only grit his teeth and fight hard.

He waved the folding fan in his hand, suddenly enlarged it, and threw it directly at Chu Zhaoran.

Chu Zhaoran was about to block it, but found that some black gas was gradually overflowing from the inside of the folding fan, with a faint smell of rancidity, so he put down the idea of ​​grabbing it directly with his hands.

The palm of the hand suddenly exerted force, and with the wind of the palm, it resisted the attack of the folding fan, and hit it ten feet away.

The man lost his weapon and was no longer a threat.

Chu Zhaoran quickly subdued him.

Compared with that person, his Taoism is naturally one level higher than this person.

But because Chu Zhaoran was injured, it was a bit inconvenient to move around, so it took some time.

But the winners and losers are already obvious.

I don't know what that person heard, but he challenged him with his own strength, thinking that he could defeat Chu Zhaoran.

When he was subdued by Chu Zhaoran's sword, he was still a little overwhelmed.

He stared blankly at the emerald green spirit sword across his neck, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"How come..." he murmured.

Chu Zhaoran coughed heavily.

Just now, he used too much mana, causing internal injuries, and he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

Seeing this, Yun Zheng held his hand, passed part of his spiritual power to Chu Zhaoran, and took care of him.

Yun Zheng stretched out his hand, transformed into a bundle of ropes, and tied the man up.

The binding technique was applied on the bundle of ropes, and it was impossible for ordinary people to untie it, not to mention that the rope was specially prepared by the second senior brother Hengyuan for Yun Zheng. The rope was made of Tianshan silk and was extremely flexible. Struggling, no matter how others cut it with sharp tools, the rope will not change in any way.

Unless Yun Zheng recited the spell and unlocked the spell.

Otherwise, he could only be tied up like this forever.

Seeing that Chu Zhaoran's face gradually recovered, Yun Zheng put down his hand and walked in front of the person wearing the uniform of the Qinglan Sect disciple.

The man was tied up, and he tried to break free with spells, but he couldn't move. He tried many methods, and knew that he couldn't untie the rope no matter what, so he stopped struggling and prayed in his heart for the one who would lead him. Those who enter the Spirit Sword Gate will come to rescue him.

Seeing Yun Zheng walking towards him, he said impatiently, "What on earth do you want to do?"

Chu Zhaoran had never seen Yun Zheng's expression before, and it was the first time he saw Yun Zheng staring at others with such indifferent eyes.

In the past, when Yun Zheng looked at others, his eyes were very gentle, and he would have a smile on his face, as if no matter what others did, he would not be angry.

Yun Zheng was probably still thinking about the killing of Qiyue Pavilion's disciple, that's why he looked at that person with such eyes.

Seeing that Yun Zheng didn't speak, the man was a little annoyed, but then he thought that he was a prisoner and couldn't say some words, so he expressed his dissatisfaction with his eyes and stared directly at Yun Zheng.

Judging by his appearance, he is only seventeen or eighteen years old. In this age group, he is just a carefree college student in modern times.I didn't expect to be so cruel...

But Yun Zheng forgot for a moment that after a practitioner builds his foundation, his appearance will stay at that time during the foundation.

So even if he looks only seventeen or eighteen years old, his actual age must be older than his appearance.

After a while, I heard Yun Zheng ask: "Did you kill the people in Qiyue Pavilion?"

The man pretended he didn't hear it, and didn't intend to talk to Yunzheng.

But in fact, he was also guilty in his heart. When he attacked before, there were no other people around. The people from Qiyue Pavilion who came to the forest of green fields were all dead.

Why would this person know?Could it be that he is holding some clue that they don't know?

Seeing that this person was so ignorant, Chu Zhaoran was not polite to him, sneered, and directly took out a token from his pocket.

He weighed it in his hand, held it in front of his eyes, and looked at it carefully. When he saw the words on it, he suddenly smiled, "A member of the Lingyun sect? I don't know if your master knows that the disciples in the sect seem to be in the way of demons." What kind of mood would an evil thing treat a practitioner? Not to mention..."

This so-called disciple even betrayed his master and worshiped under other sects.

The man's expression changed when he saw Chu Zhaoran speak out about his sect, and he didn't care about the sarcasm anymore, and said in a low voice, "What do you guys want?"

There was a hint of weakness in his tone.

The Lingyun Sect is one of the most famous sects in the Western Continent besides the five major sects.

If it wasn't for the sudden appearance of the Qinglan Sect several hundred years ago, the Lingyun Sect would have hoped to be promoted to one of the five major sects.

Therefore, people from the Lingyun sect don't have a good impression of the Qinglan sect, and they don't like their way of doing things, so they don't like this sect even more.

But now, he was originally a disciple of the Lingyun Sect, but he took refuge in the sect of the Qinglan Sect.

How ironic.

Chu Zhaoran looked at Yunzheng, saw him nodding towards him, and began to ask that person, "Is the person who was with you before a disciple of the Qinglan Sect? What's his purpose for coming here..."

A series of questions were asked, which made people overwhelmed.

The man was startled. He didn't want to speak at first, but he was concerned about the token of the Lingyun faction that Chu Zhaoran was holding in his hand. He opened his mouth and was about to say something, but a red mark suddenly appeared between his eyebrows, like a silk thread. Something of size and length.

The red thread between his eyebrows seemed to have life, wriggling between his eyebrows.

His expression froze slightly, his pupils shrank slightly, and then...

He fell straight to the ground.

Yun Zheng looked at the man in surprise.

He fell to the ground, unconscious.

Chu Zhaoran hurried forward, sniffed under his nose, his expression became a little strange.

"This person is dead..." Chu Zhaoran said.

……

the other side--

The paper figurine in someone's hand suddenly burst into flames, and the flames slowly covered the entire paper figurine.

As if he couldn't feel the heat in his hand at all, he still didn't let go of his hand, and the flame was still burning in his hand.

When the paper figurine was completely burned and turned into ashes, he smiled mockingly, and with a light pinch, the black ashes in his hand disappeared without a trace.

"Useless trash, he was caught just like that." The man raised his face, revealing a familiar face.

But it was the Qinglan sect disciple that Yun Zheng and the others had met.

That is - Lin Yixian.

He shook his head regretfully, and said: "The errands I found here with great difficulty were destroyed by me just like that. Thinking about it, it's really a pity..."

Speaking of this, his eyes showed a trace of coldness, "If it wasn't for that idiot's delusion to tell the secret of Qinglanzong, I wouldn't have to kill him in such a hurry."

"Oh, forget it, I'll do it myself." He said to himself.

He smiled, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this method was feasible.

"Bian Qilan" felt that she was very unlucky, she managed to escape from the person who wanted to kill her, but in a blink of an eye, she ran into this person again.

When "Bian Qilan" saw this person appearing in front of her eyes again, she knew that it was not so easy for her to escape.

I also want to know that it was the weird senior who was fishing by the river who leaked his whereabouts, otherwise, how could this person find himself in such a short period of time.

Originally, it was fine for him to see death without saving her, but now he even betrayed her and told this person the direction he was going.

"Who the hell are you, why are you following me all the time!" "Bian Qilan" became impatient after being followed all the time.

The man twitched the corner of his mouth, showing a smile that was not a smile, and said slowly: "Didn't I say that who I am is not important to you at all."

At the end, he also added: "Anyway, you are dying, knowing so many things is meaningless..."

Just halfway through his words, he immediately launched an offensive.

"Bian Qilan" saw that he struck fiercely and mercilessly, and she couldn't dodge it no matter what, so she knew that he hadn't used all his strength before.

The previous guesses have also been implemented one by one.

This person has never regarded himself as an opponent at all.

The previous gesture was just playing a game of "cat and mouse"...

At this time, the man's hand came to her and grabbed her neck.

"Bian Qilan"'s complexion became more and more ugly, and because she couldn't breathe, her facial features were slowly turning purple.

"you……"

Before "Bian Qilan" finished speaking, the man's hand squeezed her neck hard, and she lost her breath.

A bead fell out of her sleeve and landed on the ground, making a "dong dong" sound.

The man reached out to pick it up, "The secret key..."

found it.