I was reborn after choking on water [Quick Transmigration]

Although Jing Xing was beside him, the words were transmitted through the system, because Jing Xing had to keep aloof.

After all, as the head of the sect, you have to maintain your image.

Yes, in this world, Jing Xing is still awesome, he is the head of the Cooking Smoke Sect, and also the big brother of the entire cultivation world.

Well, Cooking Smoke Pie, that's right.

The name that made all the disciples crazy was changed by their head when they first took office. I still remember that at that time, the most handsome and youngest head in their history said: "I think the 'Cooking Smoke School' is good. I have a My sweetheart, the name is very similar to this, um... In fact, the most similar one is the chimney."

After listening to "Chimney", everyone made a decisive decision: "Let's call it Chimney!"

Thus, the number one sect in the cultivation world officially changed its name, and since then it has flourished. Why?

Because when others hear the name of this school, what comes to them is not the yearning for the dream of being a hero, let alone the sentiment of indifference to the world, nor the sentimentality of literacy, but: Is this a cook training class?Come here to learn how to chop vegetables?Package distribution?

There are also disciples who are not convinced, what kind of bastard name is this?One after another wanted to seek power, usurp the throne and change the name of the sect, but the sect leader was too strong, he was challenged hundreds of times, and the winning rate was 100%, never in vain.

But now, there is a chance, because the head wants to accept disciples!The condition for accepting apprentices is No.1 in the Fairy Sword Conference. This is probably the first time that all disciples want to get the first prize, succeed in apprenticeship, and then commit a crime of treason and hack to death the master.

Today is the first day of the Immortal Sword Conference, and there is still a stick of incense before the start, but the master suddenly fell from the sky with a little boy in his arms.

The little boy was hesitant to say anything, his lips parted and he said coyly, "I'm stupid, what a fucking serious task."

Disciples: "..."

Ye Zhuolin has experienced this kind of scene of thousands of people kneeling down many times, but this is the first time that the people kneeling are not on the same plane, just like steamed buns.He didn't know many etiquettes in this world, so in order to prevent disaster from happening, he simply didn't speak, looked down like a boss, and then walked away.

As a result, Jing Xing grabbed him, took him into his arms, and said in his ear, "Why are you going? There is still a fight. I have already registered for you, and the opponent has not yet been decided, anyway, he will be there later. "

"...Can I get my consent next time?" Ye Zhuolin took the Huanghe sword from Jing Xing, his face was full of hatred for prostitution, "Give me a few days to practice, I'll go straight to... ...shall I go deliver the head?"

"I have copied the root bone for you. Your current cultivation level is actually similar to mine. It depends on whether you can use it yourself. Come on, I believe in you, you can do it."

"..."

He didn't think so.

Under the scathing actions of the two who seemed to be twisting and twisting, but in fact they were fighting each other, Banzhuxiang passed away quickly.

Finally, the leading disciple rubbed his eyes, cleared his throat, and swallowed "Show a fart, love, believe it or not, I will stab you to death alone with a single sword" and said loudly, "The master is seated, the first place in the Fairy Sword Conference!" Round of competition, start now!"

Jing Xing smiled, let go of Ye Zhuolin's arm, and flew directly to the tallest stone that was suspended alone. There was a seat on the stone, and Jing Xing sat down gracefully with a warm smile, which caused the group of female disciples to restrain their screams.

"A beast in clothes." Ye Zhuolin muttered softly.

Then, two disciples who were dressed as if they were copied and pasted came onto the stage, bowed to each other, exchanged a few words of greeting, after a long time of murmuring, they finally moved their hands.

With this move, Ye Zhuolin said, "Damn it."

Ping ping pong pong on the stage, swords danced wildly, the surrounding clouds and mists were lifted up, the sword edge made afterimages, and wherever it went, there were lights and shadows mixed in, all kinds of bells and whistles, and the two of them flew straight up, chopping the sky and the earth He made a move like cutting the air, and he didn't know how to hit the opponent, but he was indeed accompanied by a strong wind, and the sword flowers were continuous as if they were effortless, making people dazzled.

Ye Zhuolin touched his Huanghe sword: "I remember that you are the first sword in the world, can you go up and fight by yourself?"

Huang Hejian Ling Jingye replied: "Yes, but if this is the case, madam will not be able to give full play to the power of Huanghe sword. Madam is not very skilled in using cultivation base. If you don't use me as a medium, you may not be able to win."

Ye Zhuolin rubbed his wrist: "Understood, and also, call me General, thank you."

He wouldn't say that he wanted Jing Ye to be a target to sweep all directions and open the way for him.

After fighting for a while in the first round, only one disciple withdrew from the shadow of swords and swords, bowed to admit defeat, and then started the second round.

If the first scene was to open Ye Zhuolin's eyes, then the second scene would be nonsense.

At the beginning of the scene, one of the disciples was directly sent flying, and fell to where Ye Zhuolin was standing, and did not get up after holding on for a few times.Ye Zhuolin hurriedly took two steps back, his contemptuous gaze was not hidden for a moment.

Flying with one palm, there is no limit to the food, just like a joke.

Perhaps seeing Ye Zhuolin's disgusted expression, Jing Xing said via voice transmission: "It's like this in the preliminary round. The opponents are randomly drawn on the spot, and the level of strength is uneven. The strength in the first round is equal, but the second round is worlds apart. It's not interesting to decide the outcome with one move, the longer you fight, the better it will be, it's up to you."

Hearing the last sentence, Ye Zhuolin instinctively drew his sword as if hearing a battle horn, causing Jing Ye to struggle: "Husband...be careful, general, this is not the last world."

People in this world know the exercises, which can hurt the sword spirit!Jing Xing was originally a dead person, Ye Zhuolin was immortal, Jing Ye was miserable, he was the only sword that had to worry about his own life and death.

As soon as Jing Ye cried out in worry, Ye Zhuolin understood: "Don't worry, I will protect you."

"..." I don't know who will protect whom when the time comes.

"The match begins, the third round, Ye Zhuolin vs. Lu Yan."

At the same time, Jing Xing sent a message: "Lu Yan who was drawn by lottery? I know a thing or two about Lu Yan. This person's cultivation is definitely considered superior. You are not familiar with the use of cultivation, so it is impossible to beat him, but he is not good at swordsmanship. Move slowly, you can find a way to deal with it yourself, come on.”

Not even a countermeasure?It was Ye Zhuolin's first time to engage in this kind of flamboyant fight, and he didn't have much experience, so he was really at a loss.

While spreading the word, a disciple named Lu Yan had already stepped onto the stage. Yep, he was another big and thick man, but Lu Yan was a big man with all the etiquette in place, and his face was decent. If he could reduce his weight to half of his current weight, then Definitely the image of a nobleman from a famous family.

Before starting the fight, Ye Zhuolin still thought: "It turns out that the face is really so important. In other words, if Jing Xing doesn't look good...will the temperament still be there?"

Thinking of this, he raised his hand to cover his forehead, covering Jing Xing's face, only looking at the imposing snow-green coat, he suddenly felt that he was not good-looking in black at all.

It's also possible that there must be certain skills in pretending to be aggressive. After all, it's easy to be a hooligan, but it's not easy to be a sanctimonious hooligan.

It turns out that being shameless depends on talent, and more importantly, hard work the day after tomorrow.

While thinking wildly, Lu Yan didn't take the opportunity to make a move. It can be seen that he is a gentleman who disdains to lose his moves. No matter how strong a gentleman is, he is easier to fight than a sinister villain, and his winning rate is greatly improved. Indicates that the fight can be started.

Then, Lu Yan picked up the knife and slashed over. The knife seemed to have a strong wind, and the sand and dust were swirling towards Ye Zhuolin. At this juncture, his feet seemed to have suddenly fallen into a swamp and couldn't move, Ye Zhuolin paused, almost cursing.

One by one bullying him is a newcomer, can't he use exercises?

Seeing that the white blade was getting closer and closer to him, Ye Zhuolin had no choice but to mobilize his cultivation that had never been practiced before, and lifted Huanghe up, and carried it hard.

There was a loud bang, and a shallow pit appeared behind Ye Zhuolin, surrounded by flying sand and rocks, and he couldn't see the figure clearly, as if he had just experienced a sandstorm. Such a heroic scene rarely appeared in the preliminary competition. It boiled, and they turned into giraffes looking east and west.Jing Xing was calm, Lu Yan was an upright gentleman, he didn't need dirty tricks, and he would accept any good ones and never hurt Ye Zhuolin anyway, anyway, the skills of ordinary sparring level couldn't hurt Ye Zhuolin, so he could play the rest as he wanted.

Therefore, Jing Xing lit up the personal pass token representing the acceptance of disciples, and put the token on the table in front of him, causing the disciples to scream again: "Ah? The candidates are decided in advance? This is the first round."

The implication: This is to open the back door.

"Don't be so surprised." Jing Xing chuckled, "I just helped him get ready, anyway he will win."

The point of "he" is unknown, and the disciples immediately began to guess.

"It must be Lu Yan. Lu Yan has a solid foundation and good popularity. Swordsmanship can be practiced slowly."

"I see that new disciple Ye Zhuolin, it's called this, and it looks pretty good, just now the head is holding the one, the head said yesterday that he will bring a new disciple today, the head personally brought it, then He is definitely not an ordinary person, you have seen the sword in his hand, right?"

"You saw it too? Damn, I thought I was wrong. Araai, mom, that's the sword I dreamed of."

"What's the use of a good sword? Lu Yan's cultivation base is too strong. He won't be hurt for a while, and he won't be able to fight."

"He is also lucky. On the first day of entry, he ran into the Fairy Sword Conference before changing his clothes. He is considered good-looking, but it is a pity that he was rejected in the first round."

"Stop talking, look at him still standing!"

"Ah, let me see... What the hell? Really standing!"

The dust and smoke dissipated, Ye Zhuolin's figure was gradually outlined, tall and firm, like a pine tree on the top of a mountain, giving people the illusion that he will stand upright for the rest of his life.

"Damn it! It didn't fall!"

"Fuck! His cultivation level is on par with Lu Yan's?"

"Fuck! I seem to be out of business, my head, I can't join your sect."

"Hey, I don't necessarily win. Although Lu Yan's swordsmanship is relatively weak, this new disciple's swordsmanship might be... Sorry to bother you, treat me as a fart."

During the discussion, Ye Zhuolin quickly counterattacked, and the sword's edge fell almost like rain hitting plantains. The speed was extremely fast, and the moves were fierce. Because it was a martial arts competition, Ye Zhuolin did not kill, but such dense and fierce moves were enough. Lu Yan drank a pot.

What's more, he is good at using sword leaves to wash the forest, and what he holds is Huanghe, what's more, he has a cultivation level comparable to that of Jing Xing. As the time of the sparring grows, the feeling of using the exercises gradually deepens , simply put, the more you fight, the stronger you are.

None of the disciples present had ever seen this kind of swordsmanship before, their jaws fell to the ground, and they all fell into inferiority complex. Some disciples who were jealous of Ye Zhuolin for winning Jing Xing's favor, after seeing Ye Zhuolin's strength, the old and the young All are dumb.

The first scene was equally gorgeous, but that gorgeousness made people feel the pleasure of viewing and visual enjoyment, while the gorgeousness of Ye Zhuolin's sword moves gave people a sense of oppression, like being trapped in a thousand troops. The hesitation in the middle, it seems that these two people are not competing, but fighting to the death.

It was as if, one was for a show and the other was for a decisive battle.

"Competing with me?" Ye Zhuolin actually heard the discussion of a few disciples who were closer to him, but he didn't know how many people he had shocked. He just mocked in his heart, "Idiots are dreaming."

Finally, with the sound of the sword clanging, Lu Yan was swept away by Ye Zhuolin's sword three feet away, and a huge crack was opened in the ground he stepped on. The dust had not yet settled, and the flying sand and rocks made people uncomfortable.

Lu Yan panted and did not attack again, Ye Zhuolin smiled, and retracted his sword in a very chic and natural movement, a set of movements was smooth and smooth, his face was full of vigor, like a general who had just returned from victory.

No, he was the general.

General Feng Zhi, who used his sword to end battles, has always lived up to his reputation. Even if he is a little naive on weekdays, even if it is just an insignificant exchange of ideas, the murderous aura engraved in his bones and blood cannot be changed.

"Offended." Ye Zhuolin said with a smile, "Looking forward to the next battle."