Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

The two didn't linger, and returned to Wuji Mountain after dealing with Wanlang Pavilion. There is a magic circle at the gate of Wuji Mountain, which requires a special waist card to open.

As soon as Fu Siqian took out his waist card, he saw a burst of smoke from the woods, the sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded, and several figures walked through the woods, with a faint smell of blood permeating the air.

The world of comprehension is different from the real world. According to the setting of "Supreme God Lord", when cultivators fight against each other, no matter what the battle situation is, it is an unspoken rule for everyone not to meddle in other people's business.

Yan Junxing held Fu Siqian back, and said in a deep voice, "The smell of blood is very strong, and I'm afraid it will kill people."

Fu Siqian glanced at the woods and didn't take it seriously: "There is no evil spirit, it's a fight between cultivators."

The implication is to not mind your own business.

"That being said, this is the boundary of Wuji Mountain." Yan Junxing said with a smile as the Louyun Fan blocked the formation's eyes, "Zhaoyuan, you will definitely not sit idly by, right?"

While hesitating, a figure jumped out of the forest.

It was a slender man with scars all over his body. He fell to the ground within a few steps. He turned his head to look at the forest, his peach blossom eyes were shining like stars hidden.

Fu Siqian met those eyes, and the wind and cloud stopped for an instant, countless scenes changed in front of his eyes, time went back, like a movie played at an accelerated speed, and strange memories entered his mind bit by bit.

Wuji Mountain, Broken Jade Palace, Zhaoyuan Immortal Venerable...

This is the memory of the original owner!

Fu Siqian was dizzy for a while, Yan Junxing patted him on the shoulder, and said with concern: "Zhaoyuan, are you okay?"

The hand on the shoulder carried a faint scent of grass and trees, which was originally a soothing breath, but at this moment, the smell made Fu Si drool in a cold sweat. He suppressed the turmoil in his heart, waved his hand at Yan Junxing, and moved aside calmly took a step.

In the memory of the original owner, he and Yan Junxing had different opinions on cultivating Taoism. The original owner took saving the common people in the world as his mission, while Yan Junxing believed that life and death are the same, and the two have never been warm.

"Found him, here."

"Don't let him run away, you must kill him!"

Another group of people appeared in the forest, dressed in black clothes and masked, approaching Peach Blossom Eye aggressively.

Taohuayan was wearing an ice blue robe, which was soaked in blood at this time, only the square inch fabric at the corner could tell the color, as if it had just been fished out of the bloody water.

The masked man surrounded Taohuayan and was raising his knife when Yan Junxing suddenly shouted: "A group of cultivators are chasing and killing a mortal, do you have any face?"

That peach blossom eye is a mortal? !

Fu Siqian always felt that he had overlooked something.

Both Yan Junxing and Fu Siqian were cultivators in the Transcendence Tribulation Period. The two of them deliberately concealed their aura before. If they were not cultivated above them, they would not be able to detect their existence. attention.

The leading masked man held a double-ringed sword and looked around vigilantly: "Aren't you afraid of breaking the rules by meddling in our affairs?"

"Rules?" As if hearing something interesting, Yan Junxing chuckled, "Look at what kind of place this is. It's in compliance with the rules to go to other people's land to bully as much as possible?"

here is...

The masked man was terrified, and thought carefully: "We have no intention of causing trouble in Wuji Mountain, but just happened to come here, if I offend, I hope you will forgive me."

Another masked man whispered: "Brother, it's useless to talk too much, it's better to fight quickly."

As soon as the leader gritted his teeth, more than a dozen knives were cut down suddenly. At the very moment, the blades trembled and shattered inch by inch, and fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

Fu Siqian frowned, the situation was critical just now, and he had already made a move when he realized it.

"Your Excellency is the Immortal Venerable of Wuji Mountain?" The leader's eyes darkened, "Wuji Mountain is the number one sect of the righteous way, and has never been ashamed of evil spirits and crooked ways. Does the Immortal Venerable know who we are chasing and killing?"

Tao Huayan coughed up blood, and said first: "Immortal Venerable, don't listen to his nonsense, I am an ordinary person, my surname is Feng... my name is Ting Han, I am from Huaiyin."

The surname is Feng and the name is Tinghan...Feng Tinghan!

Fu Siqian paused with his fingertips, and when he realized he had already moved in front of Feng Tinghan, he pinched the chin of the person in front of him, and said sharply, "You mean, are you Feng Tinghan?"

With his chin pinched, Feng Tinghan raised his head, facing a pair of black eyes, a strong sense of oppression came over him, forcing him to cough again: "I am Feng Tinghan."

This sentence is like a curse, hooking up a series of memories: [Feng Tinghan was plotted against by others, was seriously injured, and came to Wuji Mountain by mistake, met Immortal Zhaoyuan, was accepted as an apprentice, and became the leader of the righteous way successor. 】

The blood-stained and embarrassed person in front of him is actually Feng Tinghan, the male protagonist in "Supreme Divine Lord"!

No wonder.

No wonder he suddenly received the memory of Zhao Yuan Xianzun.

Fu Siqian took out his handkerchief and carefully wiped the blood stains on his fingertips. He knew in his heart that this was his destined encounter with Feng Tinghan!

Yan Junxing approached slowly, waving his fan, and secretly looked at Feng Tinghan: "Zhaoyuan, do you want to save him?"

Naturally, we must be rescued. Fu Siqian had a vague feeling that the reason why he came here was for Feng Tinghan, and he asked softly, "Feng Tinghan, I want to take you as a disciple, are you willing?"

Zhaoyuan Xianzun's cultivation was unfathomable, if he took Feng Tinghan as his disciples, he would definitely not let them go, the masked man made a decisive decision, turned around and ran into the forest.During the Tribulation Transcendence period, cultivators have strong spiritual consciousness and can see everything around them. Fu Sigan didn't turn his head, and directly fixed the person who wanted to escape in place.

Feng Tinghan was astonished in his heart, and said cautiously: "I am a humble mortal, how can I climb up to the immortal, the difference between clouds and mud, I really dare not have such delusional thoughts."

Is it because of his ear problems, or because of Feng Tinghan's brain problems.

Fu Siqian tentatively asked again: "I said, I want to take you as an apprentice."

Feng Tinghan hesitated and said: "I said, I am not worthy of worshiping you as a teacher?"

Very good, it's not that he has a problem with his ears, it's that Feng Tinghan has a problem with his brain.

Fu Siqian stared at Feng Tinghan closely, wishing he could lift his head and take a look: "Do you know who I am?"

Feng Tinghan blinked, his face full of innocence: "Zhaoyuan Xianzun."

Now that he is known as Zhaoyuan Xianzun, why not follow the plot?Fu Sigan was puzzled, went through the matter from the beginning to the end, and asked earnestly: "Are you under a lot of pressure?"

Feng Tinghan slowly put out a question mark, does this Zhaoyuan Immortal Venerable have a bag in his head?

"You said that your status is low, and you are not worthy of being the disciple of this deity."

Feng Tinghan had a bad premonition, and it was very strong.

"Feng Tinghan, I don't mind you climbing high."

Feng Tinghan: ... Is this the conclusion you came to after thinking for a long time?

Fu Siqian smiled, and continued: "You were seriously injured, and you were hunted down. It's a matter of life and death, isn't it?"

He was born handsome, and his slightly hooked lips were even more romantic, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, making him look a little creepy.

Feng Tinghan wanted very much to vote for this Zhaoyuan Immortal Venerable in the Billboard of the Year. With such a face that was comparable to a city wall, he was justifiable when he threatened people, and he really didn't pretend at all.

Blood slid down the corner of Feng Tinghan's forehead, he half-closed his eyes, and the murderous intent hidden in his eyes could almost tear people apart: "Thanks to the great love of the immortal, it is my...a blessing."

The apprenticeship achievement has been achieved!

Since he accepted him as an apprentice, he naturally had to do something that a master should do, Fu Siqian said softly: "Take a rest, I will seek justice for you as a master."

The sound of breaking through the air was sharp.

The way of the sword is blazing, and ghosts and gods all fall.

But after a while, the masked man fell to the ground, and the wind that carried the scent of pine and bamboo was tainted with blood. Fu Siqian stood holding the sword, his head was tilted slightly, his phoenix eyes half-closed, against the backdrop of boundless blood, his whole body trembled. There was a chilling air.

It is rumored that the Zhaoyuan Immortal Venerable is dressed in white clothes that are three points better than snow, and is as gentle as jade, just like a banished fairy descending to earth.

But the person in front of me...

Not like a fairy, but like an evil ghost stepping on piles of bones to claim his life.

Although he knew that the rumors could not be completely believed, he did not expect to be refuted to such an extent.

This person's attack was so ruthless, in the past he would have applauded, but now the person who plotted against him has not been found out, and the only clue has been broken, thinking of this, Feng Tinghan's face darkened slightly.

Fu Siqian knelt down and looked at Feng Tinghan. He had just finished killing people, like a bloody knife, sharp and domineering: "Those people are all dead, their souls are all gone."

Feng Tinghan: You don't need to say it, it's not that I don't have long eyes.

"They bully the few with more and want to put you to death. They are treacherous people."

Feng Tinghan: Is this a treacherous person?Then you probably haven't seen the world much.

"There is no need to be merciful when dealing with such people."

Feng Tinghan: Show mercy?If it falls into my hands, I will cut off their flesh one by one, smash the bones and soak them in poison, and watch them die little by little.

Fu Siqian didn't know what was going on in his heart at all, he just felt that the silent silly Baitian was too soft and waxy: "You can be kind, but your kindness must be sharp."

It was the first time that Feng Tinghan was said to be kind, and it felt quite novel. He raised his hand to wipe off the blood on his face, and blinked: "Master, aren't you afraid that I'm a bad person?"

How can you be a bad person, you just don't know anything about your own stupidity.

Fu Siqian said flatly: "I believe in you as a teacher."

Feng Tinghan felt a distorted sense of surprise in his heart, stepping over mountains of corpses and seas of blood, stepping on piles of bones, to stand on the supreme position, he had never been so excited that he couldn't speak like now.Unable to suppress his inner emotions for a while, he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and then fell to the side.

Fu Siqian got up quickly, narrowly avoiding the person who was about to fall on him, with his wide sleeves brushing across Feng Tinghan's startled and angry face.

Yan Junxing asked suspiciously, "Why didn't you catch him?"

Level [-] cleanliness contestant Fu Siqian: "It's too dirty."

In the hall of sages, Le Zhengcheng had been waiting for a long time, and when he saw someone, he hurried up to greet him: "It's a long way to Wanlang Pavilion, is everything going well?"

"It's going well." Fu Siqian said, pointing to Feng Tinghan, "Brother Lezheng, please find a doctor."

Yan Junxing put the man on the chair, shook his arms and said angrily, "Look for him quickly, before he dies, Zhao Yuan is in a hurry with you."

Fu Siqian took a sip of tea, and his eyes fell on Feng Tinghan. The cleansing spell could not cleanse the skin, and there was blood on his face. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, he could guess the appearance of this person just by his peach blossom eyes. How amazing it will be.

Le Zhengcheng was confused, and asked while sending the letter, "What do you mean?"

Yan Junxing walked out shaking his fan: "Let Immortal Zhaoyuan tell you what he has done."

There are 36 steps in the Hall of Sages and Sages. Yan Junxing walked down slowly, counting the steps one by one. When he stepped on the tenth step, he heard an exclamation from behind as he wished.