The host is always attacked [Quick Transmigration]

"Uncle Ding, what do you mean by that?"

Although he joined the head of the sect at the beginning, he was not taken seriously due to his mediocre aptitude, so Wen Renyun actually didn't know much about this black and thin man in front of him—the master of the Promise Sect, Master Xuanming Ding Yu.

After all, one is a good-for-nothing who has the name and status of an inner disciple but is inferior to the sect's internal disciples, and the other is a real person who is obsessed with refining weapons and is the master of the same sect.

If you really want to say that there is any intersection between them, it is probably because the other party almost used him to test the device.

However, they have never had any other intersection since then.

Therefore, he was a little puzzled about the purpose of this person's visit today, especially after the other party finished speaking, he was even more curious in his heart.

"Nephew Wenren, as you know, I have always been very interested in refining weapons. And one of the materials that is extremely lacking in it happened to be given to you by the brother in charge." Ding Yu's eyes flashed an imperceptible jealousy, and he spoke There was still some respect in his tone.

The people who heard and heard seemed to be a little confused about what he meant, and his left hand hanging on the wide avenue robe unconsciously formed a fist, but his face was stained a little red.

Putting one hand on the corner of his lips and coughing a few times, he said intermittently: "I don't know if my nephew can give up the nine-day black iron to me. Of course, my uncle will not take your things for nothing."

With a light wave of his right hand, a pitch-black wooden box carved with monsters of various colors appeared in front of the two of them. Ding Yu moved his fingers slightly, and the wooden box floated to Wen Renyun's hand, "This is the box I just made a few days ago. The Dragon Bone Grass I got will be regarded as compensation to you, nephew."

While speaking, the wooden box opened automatically, and inside there was a cluster of snow-white spiritual plants that looked like a bone, exuding a faint fragrance that seemed to exist but not to exist.

The moment he saw the Lingzhi clearly, Wen Renyun's pupils suddenly shrank, and he stretched out his hand unconsciously to hold the Lingzhi in his hand and watched it carefully.

This keel herb grows on the river bank of the valley where dead dragon bones are buried. When the rhizome is in the ground, it looks like ordinary grass with a whole body white. If it is picked, it will instantly transform into the appearance of a white bone.

And placed under the sun, in addition to exuding a faint fragrance, it will also faintly show a faint golden light.

At this moment, after the pale golden light flashed past, the Dragon Bone Grass was put into the wooden box again.

"Forget it, the Nine Heavens Black Iron is of no use to me. Since my uncle needs it, it is also the beauty of an adult."

Wen Renyun stared at the dragon bone grass in his hand for a long time, then took the wooden box to his bedroom.

Casting a spell to grind the Dragon Bone Grass into fine powder, and then sprinkle it around the Fengling Grass very carefully, Wen Renyun looked at the small leaves that were entangled with him.

It can be seen with the naked eye that with the absorption of the Dragon Bone Grass, the leaves of the Wind Spirit Grass gradually widened, and the tightly wrapped buds also gradually bloomed, and a wisp of sweet fragrance suddenly entered Wen Renyun's nose.

He unconsciously moved his nose, and his eyes showed a strong look of joy, "Mu Feng, I think you will be able to successfully transform in half a year."

After the words fell, Feng Lingcao shook her body to respond to the other party's words.

Thinking that he was about to set off to participate in the Immortal Gate Competition in ten days, Wen Renyun's eyes unconsciously showed some reluctance.

"I really want to take you with me when the time comes," Wen Renyun sighed, "But it's okay, it's just that it will take a month, and counting the time to go back and forth, it's only two months."

"At that time, I will be with you every day."

In this way, the first person you see when you change form is also me.

In the middle of the night, the person who was sitting on the couch and practicing suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a flash of dark light in his light-colored pupils.

The man got up and stood in front of the table with the dark wooden box and a budding spiritual plant. He didn't know how long he looked at it.

Then he slowly stretched out his hand and lifted the sleeve on his left arm, and gently stroked with two fingers together, the scar that had healed oozes blood again.

Clenching a fist with his left hand, the flow of blood continued to speed up, and then dripped into the flowerpot where the spiritual plant was planted, and disappeared in an instant.

The originally drooping flower bud moved, and the man raised his right hand expressionlessly, a light golden light hit it lightly, and the flower bud returned to its original stable appearance.

The flowerpot was not too big, and it didn't take long for the bright red blood to cover the pure white spiritual soil inside with a thin layer.

The man withdrew his hand in satisfaction, and the wound healed in an instant, leaving only faint marks that were the same as before.

Turning around and returning to the couch, raising his hand while closing his eyes, the pitch-black wooden box on the table was split into several halves.

A wisp of black air floated up from above, and was pinched by the man in his hands. With a slight force, the black air suddenly shattered and scattered in all directions in the room.

After a golden light passed, the whole room returned to its previous cleanliness.

Ten days passed in a blink of an eye, and Wen Renyun set off with a hundred disciples selected by the Wuji Sect long ago.

However, there was an unexpected storm, and after three months, Wen Renyun and other members of Wuji sect who went to participate in the Xianmen Grand Competition have not returned yet.

The sound transmission stone sent by the sect leader received a reply that those people came back as soon as they finished participating in the Immortal Gate Grand Competition, which logically should have arrived long ago.

Not knowing exactly what happened, the Wuji Sect fell into an inexplicable panic.

Including Wen Linzhi of Yunmu Peak, because he was too worried about Wen Renyun, so he spent some time every day going to the main peak to have a look.

This also caused him to temporarily forget Wen Renyun's instructions, and ignore Feng Lingcao, who fell into a deep sleep shortly after Wen Renyun left.

When he did not get any news as usual and returned to Yunmu Peak full of disappointment, the first thing he saw was that the door of His Majesty's room, which had been closed tightly, was now wide open.

He was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously wondered if some thieves had broken in.

But he pulled out the sword attached to his waist immediately, and then walked over cautiously.

But after walking a few steps, he suddenly remembered that although Yun Mufeng's defense was not the strongest in the entire Wuji sect, it was not something that anyone could break in.

Not to mention that the room being opened now is His Majesty's room.

Is it! ?

Wen Linzhi's eyes lit up suddenly, and the sword in his hand was inserted back again. His steps were indescribably brisk, and his face was full of joy.

"Your Majesty, you go back..."

The unfinished words and the look of surprise on his face were all condensed in an instant, Wen Linzhi drew out the sword on his waist again, and pointed the tip of the sword at the strange figure standing in the middle of the room.

The other party was wearing an emerald green brocade robe, the cuffs and hem were embroidered with intertwined leaves with darker silk thread, and the waist that was tightly grasped was tied with a brocade belt of the same color, making it look even more slender.

A head of blue hair like a waterfall is held by a deep red hosta on the top of the head, and the rest hangs behind her back, gently swaying with the breeze blowing in from the door, making people want to see the other party's face even more.

The amazement in Wen Linzhi's heart immediately turned into fear of this person before he had time to think about it.

"Who are you, how dare you trespass on Wen Renzun's Yunmu Peak?"

The other party didn't seem to be planning to show off. As soon as his words fell, the man turned around.

Judging by his age, he was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with delicate facial features on his palm-sized face.

A few strands of hair hung down on the forehead, slightly blocking the young man's smooth forehead, but it also made his naturally sentimental peach blossom eyes less frivolous.

More attractive than the natural smiling lips are the slightly meaty nose tip and the small red mole on the high bridge of the nose.

"I recognize you!" Wen Linzhi was still immersed in the youthful appearance, but the other party spoke first, "You are Ayun's attendant, and your name is Wen... Wen Linzhi!"

The boy didn't hesitate for long before saying Wen Linzhi's name, but what surprised him even more was the "Ayun" that the other party said.

The sword in Wen Linzhi's hand didn't take back, but the guarded look on his face became less alert, "How do you know me? Who is the Ayun you're talking about?"

The person on the opposite side tilted his head, his eyes, which were supposed to be affectionate, were full of pure seriousness and a little doubt.

"Hey, you don't know me? I'm..." He took two steps forward, then paused suddenly, looked down at himself, and then turned his head to look in a certain direction in the room.

Then, under Wen Linzhi's puzzled eyes, he patted his head lightly, "Ah, why did I forget, you haven't seen my human form yet."

"Hee hee, come and take a look." Grabbing Wen Linzhi's sword-holding wrist, he dragged the man with a strange face to the low table, then pointed to the empty flower pot and said, "You should remember this, right? "

When Wen Linzhi saw the flower pot with only spiritual soil left, his pupils constricted suddenly, and then he immediately turned to look at the person opposite, and was about to ask questions, but was caught off guard by what the other person said next.

When the other party looked over, the boy said with a smile: "You recognize it too? I am Fenglingcao~ I have a name, you can call me Mufeng!"

"Ah Yun gave me this name. How about it? Doesn't it sound nice?"

After Mu Feng finished speaking, he didn't seem to intend to wait for Wen Linzhi to answer him, so he let go of the other party's hand and walked out the door.

He was still muttering: "Ah Yun must not have thought that I would transform in advance. He should be practicing in the back mountain. I will surprise him!"

At the moment before Mu Feng stepped out of the threshold, Wen Linzhi finally came back to his senses, his expression changed suddenly, and he ran over quickly and stopped in front of the young man.

"You..." Looking at the boy's black and white eyes, Wen Linzhi suddenly didn't know what to say.

But looking at the young man's situation just now, the other party probably doesn't know about His Majesty's news, so feel free to bear it.But he still had to find a way to appease the other party first.

Thinking of this, Wen Linzhi swallowed, pulled out a slightly forced smile and said: "That Mu Feng, you have not come back since you went to participate in the Immortal Sect Grand Competition, you are afraid... you will have to wait for a few days gone."

"Huh~" Mu Feng tilted his head, looked at the person with flying eyes in front of him, and after understanding the other person's meaning, his originally happy expression disappeared visibly, "Okay then."

"Then when will he come back?"

"This...Your Majesty hasn't said anything yet, but I think it won't be too, too long."

Wen Linzhi looked at the man with a gloomy face in front of him and a sense of despair all over his body, afraid that the other party would find out that he was lying or make some terrible request to send a voice transmission with the respected person.

But fortunately, the other party probably really believed what he said, and his expression suddenly lit up again after a while.

"Then take me to see where Ayun usually goes!"

Following behind the young man and watching the other party looking at all the places on Yunmu Peak with great vigor, Wen Linzhi kept thinking about how to delay time in his mind.

Wen Linzhi, who was single-minded and dual-purpose, obviously couldn't keep up with the young man's speed, so he had to change from a slow walk to a trot from time to time, so as to answer the other party's questions in time.

Just passing through a wide area where Wen Renyun usually practiced swords, the unique sound of Wuji Sect suddenly resounded throughout the entire Yunmu Peak.