I was reborn after choking on water [Quick Transmigration]

Waiting until applause rang out from the audience, Lu Yan finally stumbled and got up from the ground. After all, Ye Zhuolin was using the exercise for the first time, and he couldn't control it well. It made Lu Yan dizzy and dizzy, but Lu Yan seemed to have a wish A real person who gambles and accepts losing is not upset when he loses. On the contrary, he is quite gracious and authentic: "I have little talent and learning in martial arts, and I can face such exquisite swordsmanship as my superior and lord. I have no regrets in losing."

Ye Zhuolin, who has been on the battlefield for 16 years, is obviously used to dealing with such kind words, and he also replied a few hard-core scene words such as "lucky" and "willing to be inferior in cultivation", and then he stepped down from the stage with a happy face.

Then Jing Xing said, "It's quite majestic."

Ye Zhuolin sat back in the auditorium, and the people around him consciously gave up a large area for him. At first glance, it was quite majestic.

Ye Zhuolin couldn't help being a little excited. He really felt like he was still fighting on the battlefield just now. It was an indescribable joy, and his blood was boiling. If he wasn't overwhelmed by the opponent's mana, he would have shouted "" Let's go."

The root bone that Jing Xing copied for him was really awesome, and it directly knocked away the strong people recognized by other disciples, um, it's been a long time since I felt so happy, I feel like I've regained my youth.

Ye Zhuolin didn't plan to watch a few more fights after that, anyway, he thought he had nothing to learn in swordsmanship, so he might as well adjust his breath if he had this time, but suddenly a disciple came to him and handed him a sign.

"This is a token that represents the personal inheritance of the head. As long as you accept it, you can directly become the head disciple. Please make a choice."

Ye Zhuolin was stunned: "Huh?"

Then he glanced around, and found that almost everyone was looking at him, as if a mushroom had suddenly grown on his head.

Then he heard Jing Xing's voice transmission: "This is a personal order, only the head disciples will have it. I send it to you to open the back door for you. As long as you catch it, the game is over, and you can enter directly. under the door."

The corner of Ye Zhuolin's mouth twitched, he had to go through such a formality when he walked through the back door, and the way he walked through the back door was too bright and righteous.

Then, accompanied by the suspicious discussions of the people around him, he refused.

"I'll fight myself." This sentence was not a sound transmission, but Ye Zhuolin said to Jing Xing in front of all the disciples, "I don't need this, I can win by myself, and get started in an open and honest way."

Jing Xing paused, smiled slightly, and slowly got up from his seat: "Why, are you afraid that they will not be convinced? Are you not convinced?" Then he glanced down like a torch.

The disciples made expressions of "don't dare to take it" one after another, shook their heads violently in unison, and shouted: "We are very convinced!"

It depends on the relationship between the sect master and the new disciples. Even if Ye Zhuolin did not become famous in the first battle, but Ruo Liu Fufeng staggered and was directly blown off the stage by Lu Yan after he took the stage, they still have to shout: "Too strong! We serve you!" !"

Ye Zhuolin was almost ashamed of being subdued, but he still stuck to his principles: "Let's fight, otherwise I will feel uneasy."

"Oh——" Jing Xing dragged his voice for a long time, and his gentle eyes touched every disciple, "Then you can choose whether to fight him or not. If you win him, I will take back the order."

Disciples: "..."

No one wanted to be cannon fodder, no one stood up, the scene was a bit awkward, seeing this, Jing Xing was dissatisfied, coughed softly, and finally a disciple popped out.

"I'm... next Zhang Yi, please enlighten me!"

After finally waiting for someone, Ye Zhuolin drew out his sword contentedly, and said in return: "Brother Zhang Yi, please enlighten me."

Then, the two confronted each other and lightly touched their swords tentatively.

"Ah!" Unexpectedly, the disciple suddenly stepped back more than a dozen steps and fell directly to the ground, "It's too strong! I admit defeat!"

Ye Zhuolin froze with his sword up, the polite smile on his face hadn't had time to stop: "..."

There was silence for several seconds.

"This round, Ye Zhuolin... won!"

Accompanied by the sudden sound: "Good! Wonderful! Open your eyes! Sansheng is lucky!"

Ye Zhuolin felt that his IQ had been tarnished.

"Look, no one can beat you, they are all self-aware." If such a beating is needed, it is naturally transmitted.

Ye Zhuolin wanted to swear at the street right now, but he couldn't do anything, in broad daylight, he could only say with a smirk: "I'm offended."

Before warming up the wooden token, Jing Xing suddenly jumped up from his seat and landed beside Ye Zhuolin. In front of everyone, he took Ye Zhuolin's hand through a layer of gloves .

"A teacher apprenticeship ceremony?" Jing Xing asked with a smile.

The surrounding disciples all let out a long sigh of "ah", which represented surprise and doubt. Looking at Ye Zhuolin and then at their master, a clear train of thought has gradually come into being.

Then there was another "ah", this time the "ah" was ups and downs, full of waves, as if he understood something.

No wonder... no wonder... Some of the female disciples have already smiled, their eyes full of kindness.

But at this time, Ye Zhuolin, who was the focus of everyone's attention, was speechless.

The two men held hands in public, accepting the gazes from all around, so that Jing Xing could not change his expression and his heart beat. Ye Zhuolin's ears were red, and his scalp was a little fried. He sent a voice transmission to Jing Xing violently: "You, you, you ...Don't be such a human face and gossip."

Jing Xing blinked and pretended that his hands were unconscious: "I didn't push or pull, I just touched you normally, why, don't you want to?"

"Would you like me to hang you on the city wall for three days?" Ye Zhuolin began to push himself and others, trying to compare his heart to his heart.

Unexpectedly, Jing Xing replied in a very stupid way: "Three days? How simple is this, even if you let me hang myself for three months, or even three years, until the vultures are circling, until the corpse is eaten by ants, until the bones I am also very willing to be turned into sand by wind."

Jing Xing's voice was warm and deep, and his speaking tone was calm and easy-going, quite reminiscent of a famous family, but the words he said were full of affection that he usually prepares when visiting a brothel.

"Then, I am willing to pay so much for you, would you like to wear a wedding dress for me once?"

"..." Ye Zhuolin was completely startled, her subconscious mind was: Damn, are you sick?The former one is quite passable, but what kind of sentence is the latter?

However, he didn't speak out.

Because after hearing these two sentences, his heart did feel a little bit softer, and he couldn't help but stuttered again: "You, you... have you been to brothels a lot? Are you so good at talking love?"

"No." Jing Xing smiled cordially, "It's not that I'm good at it, but that you're too late to appreciate it, hey, sad reminder."

"..."

"Okay, the task is completed, and the adjustment is about to start the second task."

Jing Xing suddenly changed the subject, Ye Zhuolin was caught off guard and didn't react, raised his sword to block himself with his empty right hand, and blurted out: "I won't sleep for you."

The surrounding disciples who have lost their sense of existence for a long time: "..."

Jing Ye, who is used to self-shielding, has already looked away: "My lord, are you sure you want to start now?"

Sometimes, Jing Ye is really more like a system than Jing Xing.

"Wait a minute, I'll take your second master back to the dormitory first."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jing Xing directly grabbed the Huang He sword, threw it on the ground unceremoniously, stood up, and picked up Ye Zhuolin by the way.

After being stunned for two seconds, the disciples collectively lowered their heads and pretended to be blind.

"Hastily!" Ye Zhuolin still instinctively turned his weight backwards, but he subconsciously felt that this might tire Jing Xing, his neck was not covered by clothes and he couldn't hug him, so he could only barely hug Jing Xing's shoulders, so he looked like this , his whole body seemed to be hanging on Jing Xing's body.

Fuck!Ye Zhuolin secretly scolded himself that his first reaction was not to resist, what the hell!How embarrassing!

And this posture is more like he has to put his arms around Jing Xing, but Jing Xing has no choice but to hug him.

When Ye Zhuolin finally realized that he should struggle, Jing Xing had brought him back to the sky, and if he struggled again, he would face the result of being thrown from the sky.

Looking at the big picture, well, it's hopeless.Ye Zhuolin exhaled, and finally calmed down, but this time the speed of calming down was already as slow as a snail.

It seems that after he got to know Jing Xing, he gradually became naive.

"Why don't you let me fight? If you don't let me fight, let me practice Yujian?"

"Practicing Yujian is for the first round. You can't avoid the first round." Jing Xing smiled, bent his arms to make Ye Zhuolin's posture more comfortable, "I didn't expect you to draw Lu Yan, Lu Yan Yan's swordsmanship is at the bottom of the list, if you were to replace it with someone else, although you would still win, it would definitely be difficult."

"In order not to make it difficult for me to win, you won't let me fight?" Ye Zhuolin was not angry, but felt a little pity, after all, such a fight is very rare, "You have to believe in my swordsmanship, and you have to believe in your sword skills even more." The cultivation base I copied."

"Well, so I firmly think that you will win." Jing Xing lowered his head, his lips brushed over Ye Zhuolin's face like a dragonfly, but it was the kind that didn't touch the water, "But, I don't want you to fight go down."

"But I fucking want to fight!" Ye Zhuolin finally swallowed this sentence back, and it became: "Why?"

"It's nothing." Jing Xing's expression was calm, "Cultivation techniques in the realm of cultivation will hurt the soul."

Ye Zhuolin was startled.

He stared at Jing Xing's seemingly indifferent expression, and after staring at it for a long time, he could barely utter a sentence: "Then thank you for protecting me from disaster."

His ability to swear is superb, but he seldom thanks, which makes the way he says thank you always like a stick for beating, which makes people always feel like provocation.

But Ye Zhuolin is sincere, and there is no adulteration in the slightest.

Jing Xing smiled knowingly, fearing that Ye Zhuolin would feel uncomfortable, he was about to say a few glib words, but Ye Zhuolin grabbed him by the collar, as if he could slap him right away.

Jing Xing: "..."

This change of attitude was too sudden.

Being hugged by the waist and pulling the collar, this posture is very strange, it smells like a rebellious little bastard, but Ye Zhuolin can't care about it anymore.

"You are afraid that I will be hurt by the poisonous people in the disciple center, so what?" Ye Zhuolin said with a trembling breath, gnashing his teeth, "Ascension to the head of the sect, there have been a lot of fights, right? Are you happy? Do you fucking think you Aren't you a soul? Or do you think your own soul is invulnerable to his mother? For the convenience of my mission, don't you think about yourself? I'm stupid!"