They always think I'm weak [Transmigration Book]

"Mo Nianhuan, calm down."

As soon as the words fell, Shen Wanqi on the side, Shen Qianyu and Shen Baiyi in the audience had the same expression in disbelief.

How could Mo Nianhuan be the first to come out? !They clearly put it at the end!

Shen Zi seemed very satisfied with his first appearance. He first bowed respectfully to the elders on the high platform, and then bowed to the senior brothers beside him.

Then he looked at Mo Nianhuan, and made a gesture of 'please' with his hands: "Senior brother Nianhuan, please."

Mo Nianhuan stood up with a calm expression, but in fact he was panicked, well, why did he get the first one? Isn't it a little too fast to make a fool of yourself?

"Brother!" Shen Baiyi hurriedly grabbed Mo Nianhuan's hand: "...Don't try to be brave, it doesn't matter if you don't, the three of us can explain the situation to Master."

"It's okay." Mo Nianhuan patted Shen Baiyi's head, smiled and said, "I can resist."

After finishing speaking, he turned and walked to the Sword Training Pavilion.

So people's eyes fell on the back of Mo Nianhuan's too thin shoulders and waist. He was dressed in red, with three thousand black silk like ink, his waist was tall and straight, and the flames were like fire. This is their Fenglin Shen's natural spiritual roots. The big brother who can't hold a sword.

They were obviously pale and delicate like Xue, but the moment they stood on the stage, they felt heroic.But it was just a look, the outcome of this competition was self-evident, anyone in the sect could easily defeat Mo Nianhuan.

Shen Wanqi stood on the high platform, his eyes fell on Mo Nianhuan, his hand holding the sword was tightened, and his knuckles were slightly white.

The head of Qingyun stepped forward, and said in a deep voice, "The content of the assessment is only allowed to use martial art sword moves, and no other spells are allowed. The assessment begins!"

He calmly bowed to Mo Nianhuan who was in front of him with his sword, and looked up with disdain, "Senior brother, you don't have a sword, do you need me to let you do a few tricks first?

At this time, the disciples in the audience were also whispering:

"Yes, yes, senior brother Nian Huan doesn't even have a sword, and I heard that he can't hold a sword in his life, how can he fight?"

"You can fight if you fight, that is, if there is a confrontation between the unarmed and the armed, the armed will have a chance of winning."

"Senior Brother Nian Huan will definitely lose."

"I also feel that Senior Brother Nian Huan's spiritual root is damaged, so even if he works hard, it will be difficult to achieve a certain degree of success."

As long as they are disciples of the Fenglin Chen family, they all know that there is such a good-for-nothing elder brother, who has no strength to restrain a chicken, not to mention cultivating immortals, even a normal person can't compare.

On the high platform, Mo Nianhuan clearly caught the whispers, yes, he doesn’t have a sword, Mo Nianhuan in the original text is destined not to be able to hold a sword, but that was the fate before, so now he has changed his life ?

That unwillingness boiled hot in his heart, was this the idea of ​​the original owner, Mo Nianhuan?

Mo Nianhuan smiled calmly and said, "Then let me see how great it is to have successfully established a foundation at the age of 20, and break through the Golden Core before the age of 25."

Anyway, he is not even a beginner in cultivating immortals.Shen Yuanyu only taught him sword tactics and fan throwing, in his eyes, it was the same thing if he had a cultivation base or not.

He's trash, but he's not a coward.

And he will never let his good mood of eating melons be delayed by the existence of the same cannon fodder, if it's not just a fight, then fight.

Close your eyes, concentrate on your inner attention, and listen to your breath into silence.

Human voices, wind sounds, all disappear into nothingness during the inhalation.

The moment he closed his eyes, the calm sword came out of its sheath in an instant, the sword was full of aura, piercing through the cold wind and snow, and struck at Mo Nianhuan like a bamboo, and the icy cold light hit Mo Nianhuan's throat.

Just when the sword edge was about to hit Mo Nianhuan's Adam's apple, Mo Nianhuan suddenly opened his eyes, the icy cold light from the sword edge was reflected in his dark eyes, and the calm sword moves became extremely slow in his eyes, and the toes Turning around, he slowly turned sideways to avoid the sharpness of the sword.

The hem of the clothes swayed slightly, with an extremely relaxed posture.

The calm sword edge brushed past Mo Nianhuan, and there was a moment of astonishment. How could this be possible? He has already practiced the fourth level of Qingyuan Sword Art, and those outer disciples may not be able to comprehend the fourth level. Why? Can this trash dodge his moves so easily? !

He didn't let himself panic and think too much, it was just a coincidence, he held the sword and continued to stab Mo Nianhuan.

Mo Nianhuan used his insightful ability to dodge a few times, but unexpectedly he began to pant a little. Sure enough, his body couldn't stop panting after taking two more steps, and he was distracted after panting.

This calm sword qi was extremely cold and cold, and the chill passing over his side was like the feeling given to him by the cold locking technique. The biting cold made his body stiffen.

While distracted, a cold light flashed across his cheeks, and he felt a pain in his cheeks, and some warmth slipped from his face.

The sword fell to the side of his neck.

The fishy and sweet smell passed through his nose, Mo Nianhuan raised his hand to caress his cheek, wiped it lightly with his fingertips, and looked down, his fingertips were stained with blood.

blood...

Sweet.

The retina was stimulated by such a touch of red, and the pupils shrank, and the heat from the abdomen began to rampage again, as if screaming, and the bottom of the eyes was stained with greedy joy.

Putting the sword against Mo Nianhuan's neck calmly: "Senior brother Nianhuan, the result is clear at a glance. You don't have the sword of fate. This competition has no meaning from the beginning."

"No point?" Mo Nianhuan's tone was joking, he raised his eyes to look at Shen Shen, the bottom of his eyes was stained with an imperceptible sense of killing, he put his blood-stained fingertips into his mouth, and the taste of blood made him Excited: "Why is it meaningless, you are going all out just to draw a hole in my face, is this still meaningless?"

His tone was smiling and his pale face was flamboyant, calmly taken aback by Mo Nianhuan's appearance.

When I saw Mo Nianhuan for the first time some time ago, this man was dressed in white than snow, pale and weak, like a snow fox, as if he would break if touched.But today, Mo Nianhuan's red clothes are like fire, and his lips are stained with blood. Although his face is pale, the smile on his lips makes people feel uneasy.

Dazed for a moment, the sword in his hand was a little bit hard to put down.

Obviously, if you try harder, you will win.

"Return to the ruins!"

With a cold cry, a fiery red light reflected in everyone's pupils flew across quickly, dragging golden feathers, and finally shrouded Mo Nianhuan's body.

Mo Nianhuan rolled up his sleeves and raised his hand, and Guixu appeared in his hand. With a 'shua' sound, the black-boned red-faced fan was revealed, and it circled around the palm of his hand. Yu Feiwu's golden splendor intertwined, his eyes turned cold, and he raised his hand to knock down the sword in Shen Shen's hand.

——The seventh level of Qingyuan Sword Art, the sword energy transforms into form, forms into all things, and all things can be used.

The red clothes were flying, the flames were like fire, and the flames cast a thrilling beauty on Mo Nianhuan's pale face.

Shen Shen was caught off guard and staggered back a few steps, his pupils shrank slightly, and he blocked it with all his strength with his sword.

In an instant, Huohong and Xuanguang collided and burst out countless light and shadows, and the aftermath swayed in the air, shaking the disciples in the audience to raise their swords to resist such a powerful shock.

"Sword Qi Transformation?!" The head of Qing Yun on the stage looked at Mo Nianhuan in disbelief: "...This child, with a damaged spiritual root and no foundation, can actually transform sword Qi into form without a sword?! How can this be?"

Elder Qinglin, who had always hated Mo Nianhuan, also stood up slowly: "This is the Guixu fan?! Guixu appears, all things are born, and Guixu is the ancient mythical beast phoenix plume. Let Nian Huan be the master. This is undoubtedly possessing a divine beast."

They completely forgot that there was a calm existence, and they were all talking about Mo Nianhuan's unexpected performance.

Shen Wanqi's eyes followed Mo Nianhuan closely, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, but when he saw the bloody gash on Mo Nianhuan's face, he couldn't help frowning, his eyes fell on Shen Shen's body and sank a little.

Then he looked at Shen Qianyu and Shen Baiyi under the stage, the three of them met their eyes, it goes without saying that as long as they are calm and dare to hurt Mo Nianhuan again, they will definitely intervene.

The sword energy transformed into Guixu was too arrogant and domineering, forcing him to retreat step by step calmly, his face flushed with cold sweat, his eyes fixed on Mo Nianhuan, not reconciled to let him endure the pain, his eyes flushed red, Qi and blood flowed backwards and sprayed blood.

No, he has to take out that treasure, he can't lose, absolutely can't lose to Mo Nianhuan, this trash!

Spitting out this mouthful of blood was instantly swallowed by the flames of Guixu.

Mo Nianhuan felt so hot that his whole body ached, and the excitement of climbing made him unable to control his body. His eyes were red and he looked calm. He felt strongly that he was greedy for blood, wanting more blood.

The pattern of the other shore flower slowly climbed up on the neck, and the pupils were dyed scarlet.

——Ice cold through the ages, all things are especially quiet, the heart should be quiet, look at me alone, the mind and spirit are one, and the breath should follow each other.

Shen Yuanyu chanted the meditation mantra in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The cold voice made Mo Nianhuan regain his focus, and the green lotus seal on his forehead was faintly visible, instantly suppressing his restlessness.

But at the next moment, a bell sounded "buzz", breaking Mo Nianhuan's concentration, the pattern quickly disappeared, and a wave of dizziness hit his mind, as if he had lost all his spiritual power, the fire of returning to the ruins dissipated, and he suddenly He spat out blood.

"Senior Brother!!"

Mo Nianhuan's blood overflowed from his lips, making this already pale face even paler.

The sound of 'buzzing' sounded like a hypnotic sound, Mo Nianhuan only felt his eyelids sink, and his whole body fell down uncontrollably.

Calmly trying his best to resist the attack of the fan in Mo Nianhuan's hand, he immediately took out from his bosom a treasure that a monk had given him a long time ago, the Shelong bell, and the bronze hollow bell carved with dragon patterns pointed at Mo Nianhuan. Huan shook it, and as expected, he saw Mo Nianhuan collapsed!

With joy in his eyes, he won!

Disciples with low cultivation bases also suffered from such a bell sound wave attack and continued to vomit blood. Master Qingyun and Elder Qinglin were also almost affected, so they quickly protected their true energy with luck, Shen Qianyu was not affected, and immediately went to check the situation of the juniors.

"Calm down, you are really presumptuous!!"

Shen Wanqi flew down from the high platform to the sword training platform on tiptoe, hugged Mo Nianhuan into his arms the moment Mo Nianhuan fell, raised his hand towards Shen Shen and released his spiritual power without any effort, and instantly interrupted the dragon bell with evil spirit. whine.

With a sound of 'buzz', the Shelongling in Shen Shen's hand fell to the ground, and he knelt on the ground clutching his chest, thinking of reaching out to grab Shelongling, but Longling dodged it.

Shelongling glowed with a faint purple light, and began to buzz restlessly, as if frightened by Shen Wanqi, it quietly moved towards Mo Nianhuan.

Shen Wanqi stared at the Deterring Dragon Bell on the ground, his complexion suddenly changed, and his deep black eyes showed a cold color: "She Longling? This is a magic weapon, how brave you are! You actually used the magic weapon to enter the Phoenix Lin Chen also used a magic weapon to injure Eldest Senior Brother!"

Looking at Shen Wanqi calmly and in disbelief, his face turned pale: "No, Senior Brother Wanqi, this is not a magic weapon, this is an ancient artifact, the Dragon Bell!"

"Shelongling is an ancient magic weapon. It is the magic weapon used by the sage king to control the dragon. As a cultivator of immortals, why do you have such a magic weapon, and you even use it in the martial arts assessment to hurt the elder brother? What are your intentions!"

Shen Baiyi was so angry that he flew up from the stage. He looked at Mo Nianhuan who had fainted in Shen Wanqi's arms, the anger in his heart was uncontrollable, he bent down and picked up the placket of his clothes, his handsome face was flushed with anger, He clenched his fists tightly, but he could only resist the urge to beat someone in the sect.

"No, this is definitely not a magic weapon. That person told me that it is a magic weapon, and it can protect my life."

The head of Qingyun waved his sleeves in anger, and he looked calmly with a livid face: "When you first started, I forgive you for not knowing how to break into Fenglin's forbidden area, hurt Nian Huan, and whip two hundred as a warning. But in this assessment, As an immortal cultivator, you actually used a magic weapon to hurt your fellow disciples, your intentions are not righteous, and your crime is unforgivable. From now on, you will report your crime to Fenglinzhou, and you will drive Shen Zi out of Fenglin Chen!"

Shen Baiyi used the lock-cold technique to tie up Shen Zi and put it aside: "It's really cheap for you to get out after hurting senior brother again."

When Mo Nianhuan heard the noise coming from beside his ears, he opened his heavy eyelids, and then felt something tickle in his arms.

——You stinking dragon, you ate master’s tofu again!

——Oh, isn’t this a stinky phoenix? Long time no see. You actually found the owner before me?

—Don't squeeze me, don't squeeze me!

——You just squeezed!The arms of the master are mine!

The quarrels kept ringing, and he felt a headache.

Shen Wanqi looked down at Mo Nianhuan who was in his arms and opened his eyes, the coldness on his face instantly turned into tenderness: "Brother, are you awake? Is there something wrong?"

Mo Nianhuan happened to face Shen Wanqi who was in front of him, and the next second he raised his hand to grab the skirt of his heart, his face turned pale with pain.

Who... who is speaking.

Before I could get to the bottom of it, I suddenly felt a burst of fishy sweetness welling up in my throat, and another mouthful of blood spewed out, and my consciousness was completely swallowed up by the darkness in the next second.

"Brother!!!"

No one noticed that Shelongling had slipped away.

The author has something to say:

Shelongling: I finally waited for you~ Fortunately, I didn’t give up~

感谢在2020-11-2421:00:00~2020-11-2521:00:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: only 2 are allowed;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of grapefruit and raspberry;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!