I was reborn after choking on water [Quick Transmigration]

The two quarreled all the way down, and finally landed on the ground without any accident in the air.

"Damn it, why are there so many people?" Ye Zhuolin looked around, startled, "They all want to eat bats?"

"Almost." Jing Xing had already put on his mask at some point, and calmly pulled Ye Zhuolin to his side, "I guess there are about 2000 people."

"One or two thousand people are stupid." Ye Zhuolin shook his head, "It's a waste of time to chop off the mouths of these two thousand people."

"Don't be so troublesome. You can do the task well. The only people who can get here are people from the cultivation world, but it's nothing. I recognize anyone with some strength in the cultivation world. I will take care of the rest who are scattered and have no status." It’s gone, you just watch, they will fight themselves.”

"By the way, why are you wearing a mask?"

"After all, it's not something glorious, it's better not to discredit the sect." Jing Xing spread his hands.

Sure enough, within a short while, Ye Zhuolin watched several fights, both sides had no skills, the fights were flashy, but had no actual strength, it was less interesting than the Immortal Sword Conference, and the verbal fights were quite interesting.

"You are annoying, what does it have to do with you if I eat a bat?"

"Guawazi! It's my business to ask for the manual, so don't hesitate to grab it."

"Hey, you two are not so noisy. If you want me to tell you, why don't you go to the person who put the manual and share the content, so that everyone can see it." (Cantonese: Oh, don't quarrel. Yes, if you want me to say, it’s better for the person who got the manual to share the content, so everyone can see it)

"..." Ye Zhuolin clicked his tongue, "What... are you talking about?"

"Sans Xiu sect, there is no official language standard, so dialect is more common."

Ye Zhuolin listened carefully, but he didn't understand it very well, so he gave up: "Well, it has local characteristics and has developed cultural diversity, which is very good."

As soon as the words fell, Ye Zhuolin was suddenly bumped by someone, although Jing Xing immediately caught him, but this did not affect Ye Zhuolin's blurted out: "Damn is sick?"

Although there are a lot of people in this place, they are not so crowded. The force that can knock people down at once is definitely done on purpose.

"Oh, I'm sorry, my feet are slippery." The person who hit him was wearing a green robe, and on his head was a flirtatious red feather that looked like a chicken feather. ugly.

"This is a group of gangs blocking your way." Jing Xing said, "Generally, when robbing treasures, at the beginning, a group of people will form a group to pick someone with a high level of cultivation like you, and cooperate to beat you away to reduce the threat."

Ye Zhuolin yawned: "Then I'm quite honored. If he sees that I have a high level of cultivation, then does he see that you are?"

"I covered up my cultivation. The method of covering up my cultivation cannot be learned overnight, so I didn't teach you."

"Hey, there are so many tricks." Ye Zhuolin rubbed his wrist.

Usually in this situation, it is clear that there is something to provoke, and the little red hair who bumped into him has already gathered around a dozen people, wielding knives and sticks, which seems to be a serious matter.

As a result, Ye Zhuolin rolled his eyes: "I told you, if you want to hit me, just be a little bit more sloppy and put on a fart posture? Pretend to make you three times stronger or make you eight feet taller? Don't wear your patience. The newborn little bastard is going to die of old age." Then he raised his chin, very contemptuously.

Ye Zhuolin was born in the market, except that he was a little naive in love affairs, the rest is a natural rogue, and he has been on the battlefield for so many years. Although he looks gentle and clean, he is actually very ruffian, and his trouble-making ability is first-rate. A few people were provoked by him like a cat teasing a dog, and they were instantly angry. The leader, Xiao Hongmao, yelled at him: "How dare a brat become king? He doesn't even have a saber, hahaha, let's go!" Is there a cutscene?"

Before coming here, he was afraid that Huanghe would be too conspicuous, so Jing Xing had already changed into a scabbard to cover Huanghe, and thoughtfully helped him hold it, but just as he was about to hand it to him, Ye Zhuolin said: "Hey, don't reveal it now. , otherwise there will be more people blocking the meeting, wouldn't it be difficult to deal with?"

"Well, you're right." Jing Xing smiled, and then handed Ye Zhuolin an ordinary iron sword.

Probably because Ye Zhuolin didn't look like he could fight, Xiao Hongmao didn't intend to fight in groups, so he came alone with a machete, and he slashed his head and face, but Ye Zhuolin hadn't seen it for a long time Seeing such a wild way of fighting, he smiled, the sword was useless, he stretched out his hand directly, and under Xiao Hongmao's bewildered eyes, Feng Qingyundan clamped the blade with two fingers.

"With your strength, I think it's unnecessary for me to carry a sword." Ye Zhuolin flicked his thumb lightly, and the blade broke directly and fell to the ground.

After a moment of silence, Xiao Hongmao froze on the spot holding up the machete with a broken blade.

"You're still a bit ostentatious, little general." Jing Xing transmitted his voice, but his tone was doting.

Ye Zhuolin's scalp exploded again, he forced his composure to retract his hand, and blew on his fingers, and Xiao Hongmao finally came to his senses, stumbled and said, "You... who are you?"

Ye Zhuolin smiled: "I am your ancestor."

"Fuck, who are you scolding?" Xiao Hongmao broke the knife and threw it away, not discouraged, "Let's go together! Get rid of this idiot!"

So more than a dozen people rushed up, crying and howling.

Jing Xing estimated the strength of these people, and after confirming that there was no problem, he took a few steps back to entertain Ye Zhuolin himself.

Ye Zhuolin did not let him down, even if it was an ordinary sword, in Ye Zhuolin's hands, he would definitely use it to its fullest potential, even before he could not die or hurt himself, he could handle it with his own strength.

Sometimes Jing Xing would think, how can someone who quarrels so slipperily and fights so fiercely look so good-looking?It made him like it even more.

Standing in the crowded crowd, Ye Zhuolin is still dazzling. Compared with the chaotic fighting style of this group of people, Ye Zhuolin's moves can almost hold a swordsmanship competition alone. It seems too much to say that it is a dragon. It's a bit flashy, it's shocking, but it lacks a little bit of energy, and Jing Xing, who is out of place with people like Jing Xing, will be amazed by people who are completely wandering around. scenery.

Soon, more and more people were watching.

At the same time, Ye Zhuolin also beat the last person to the ground.

"Big brother, big brother! Be gentle..." The last person was the little red hair, who was being stepped on by Ye Zhuolin at this time, and finally realized that he couldn't beat him. Easy, we just want to get a book, burn a bat, improve food..."

Unexpectedly, Ye Zhuolin stomped his feet hard, causing Xiao Hongmao to scream, and then stuck the sword against Xiao Hongmao's nose on the ground. With the surrounding air sucking, Ye Zhuolin leaned down and said: "Come on, tell me again, what do you want to eat?"

Little Red was shocked: "I... I was wrong, I won't eat... I won't eat again!"

"Well, chickens, ducks, geese, cattle, sheep and pigs, you can choose, but if you touch a bat, be careful of your tongue." Ye Zhuolin retracted his foot, clicked his tongue a few times, and deliberately raised his voice, "Everyone who eats bats has a little brain. What is delicious, the predecessors have already identified it for you, if you insist on seeking to be different, does it appear that your brain is smaller than others?"

Under the deathly silence around him, Jing Xing couldn't help but chuckled softly.

Ye Zhuolin's ears were sharp, when he heard the laughter, he was immediately discouraged, a large group of swearing stopped in time, and he cursed himself twice, and retreated to Jing Xing's side.

"I knew I would use Huanghe, this posture." Ye Zhuolin looked around, "Did I pretend to be too aggressive?"

"It's okay, it doesn't matter if you blow up the street. Everyone here is here, and there is no threat. I'm just afraid of a dark hand. This kind of thing is hard to guard against, I'm afraid..."

Jing Xing stopped suddenly, and Ye Zhuolin also felt something was wrong, and drew out the dagger from his waist to block it behind him, and with the sound of metal impact, a nail fell to the ground.

Ye Zhuolin said "Fuck", just about to swear, but felt a burst of oppression, Ye Zhuolin was startled, turned around suddenly, and found that a dozen swords were all pointed at him, and Jing Xing stretched out his hand, forming a barrier , blocking all swords.

Ye Zhuolin finally understands what the "dark hand" is like, it's not the little tricks like needles and poisons in his world at all, it's completely aboveboard "darkness".

However, Jing Xing looked very relaxed, and said softly, "The one who issued the hidden weapon, I hope you will stand up by yourself, so that you can still make a fool of yourself, otherwise, if you are caught by me, you will not look good. If you still do it because of this Wouldn't it be a pity to lose your life?"

Ye Zhuolin especially wanted to imitate Jing Xing's way of slandering people with a very gentle tone, but in fact a strong sense of oppression, and immediately gained momentum. No, people who have never experienced the big world can't bear it.

"I... I wanted to hit someone just now, but somehow I ended up here." The person who threw the hidden weapon trembled in fear, and knelt down on the spot.

Jing Xing withdrew his hand, and all the swords fell to the ground. Jing Xing picked up one casually, and made a barrier for Ye Zhuolin with his other hand. Then he bent down and looked at the person who issued the hidden weapons.

There was still a smile in his gaze, but Ye Zhuolin could tell at a glance that it was a silent sneer.

This is the first time Ye Zhuolin saw Jing Xing like this, and he was full of novelty at the moment, but thinking about Jing Xing's face like this for him, Ye Zhuolin was a little proud, but this pride was immediately erased by himself up.

Bah, bah, what the hell, one of the elders, do you still think of yourself as a favorite concubine?

"Well, this sophistry is quite straightforward. It saves me from walking around and choking you again. You'll just choke yourself to death." Jing Xing pinched the man's shoulder and pressed it hard. The man staggered and almost fell to the ground with his head. Xing turned a blind eye, and continued to laugh, "Yo, the Qi-breaking nail is a masterpiece, it can directly consume cultivation bases and damage souls, and those swords are all made up by you, every sword has a nail on it. Ah, you like hurting people's souls so much?"

Then Jing Xing took off the nail from the sword and waved it in front of the man's eyes: "Have you ever pierced it yourself? Would you like to taste it?"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, someone stabbed Jing Xing's back with his sword again, but he was thrown away before he got close.

"Why, think I'm blind?" Ye Zhuolin sneered while holding Xiaohongmao's broken machete, and twisted the wrist of the assassin who had just raised the sword with his other hand, and with a crisp sound, the wrist was directly broken Ye Zhuolin showed no mercy, and kicked the assassin away again, "I don't want to kill recently, so spare your life, is there anyone else who wants to try?"

The assassin who was kicked away rolled on the ground and screamed, and the people around him took a few steps back involuntarily.

"Eh?" Jing Xing came over there via sound transmission, "So ruthless?"

Ye Zhuolin's subordinates acted fiercely, and their tone was also fierce, but there was a bit of softness mixed with the fierceness: "Who made him want to stab you? He wanted to kill you, right, breaking his wrist was considered cheap for him."

"Oh, then I should be soft-hearted too." Jing Xing lowered his head, and said to the human who just wanted to hurt Ye Zhuolin, "What about your life, I didn't want to keep it, but I can't help it, my wife is kind-hearted and kind-hearted. Very soon, I just broke someone's wrist, hey, since that's the case, it's inconvenient for me to kill you, so I'll abolish your cultivation."

Then with a wave of his hand, there was one more person screaming.

After such an intimidation, no one dared to block their way, and the crowd automatically dispersed a path for them. The two traveled smoothly and reached the end of the passage, entering a stone cave.

After walking in for a few steps, there was still light in the cave. Finally, Ye Zhuolin saw the book - "Bat Cooking Manual" was placed on a stone table at this time, and there was another person beside the stone table.

The man was still very mysterious, with his back on his back, and his faint voice was even more upscale due to the reverberation of the stone cave: "If you have a predestined person, you should follow it. This book was compiled with my half-life experience, and it is a collection of bats." All eating methods, so the asking price may be higher, maybe...please don't be impatient, stand still...hehehe!"

However, the impatient Ye Zhuolin seemed to be deaf, walked over quickly, lifted the collar of the mysterious man, and punched it down.

"Eat Nima's bat!"

The author has something to say: The dialect of Cantonese was checked by my Baidu translator, it may not be very accurate...Writing dialect is purely for fun, without any meaning of regional discrimination!