Dressed as an apprentice of Our Lady of the Sick

"Huh," Wu Yan snorted coldly, "Stop talking nonsense, let the horse come over here!"

"I don't have a horse." Nan Heng flipped his wrist and held Liu Mu in a sword flower, "Why don't you release it first?"

"You...!" Wu Yan raised his eyebrows and stabbed at him.

Nan Heng dodged and dodged, but Wu Yan missed a hit and rushed over again.

When the swords meet, a cold light suddenly appears. Although Liumu is a wooden sword, it has its own spiritual flow. Coupled with the blessing of Nan Heng's spiritual power, it is even better than Wu Yan.

After a while, Wu Yan couldn't hold it anymore.

He gripped his saber tightly, panting heavily, and fixed his eyes on Nan Heng: "Come again!"

Nan Heng didn't talk nonsense with him, he raised his wrist and grabbed Wu Yan's neck, intending to end the game as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, Wu Yan held the saber in his hand, did not dodge or dodge, and even rushed forward two steps.

Nan Heng was startled, fearing that he would accidentally injure him, so he quickly withdrew his moves, and Wu Yan also stopped two steps away from him.

He knelt down on one knee, cut his palm with the saber, and blood gushed out immediately.

But he didn't seem to feel the pain, he thrust the sword into the ground with one hand, and slapped the ground hard with the bloody palm of the other.

Muttered in his mouth: "My blood will melt with it, and I will call your dead soul!"

As soon as the words fell, a black mist appeared all over Wu Yan's body in an instant.

Nan Heng immediately sensed that something was wrong, and took a few steps back, the black mist dispersed, and he saw a somewhat transparent slender figure floating on Wu Yan's shoulder!

The figure was wrapped in a light blue cloak with a hood, covering its face.

His figure was erratic, and the calf part under the hem of the clothes gradually disappeared and disappeared into Wu Yang's shoulders. At first glance, it seemed to grow out of Wu Yang's shoulders.

"This is...?" Nan Heng frowned.

But at this time, the stands had already exploded.

Shang Min stood up abruptly, and the First Elder and Second Elder also looked nervous.

Xiao Tingxun's expression was stern, but his eyes were staring at the light blue figure without blinking, the veins protruding from the back of his clenched fist.

Nan Heng glanced at the stands, only seeing Shang Min's wide-open eyes, and Xiao Tingxun's flying figure.

"run!"

It was Shang Min's roar.

A chill appeared in Xiao Tingxun's eyes, and he raised his hand to call out Ranchen.

This Shenwu, which has been with him for more than 20 years, has not been used for many years.

Zheng!

Ran Chen swung down, but didn't touch the phantom, it was actually blocked by an enchantment out of thin air!

At this time, the blue phantom, withdrew the gesture of laying down the barrier, and controlled Wu's hands from left to right, like controlling a marionette, and passed each move to Wu's.

Wu Yan's eyes were red, and he smiled with parted lips: "Junior Brother Nan, no one bothers us now!"

Nan Heng clenched the Liumu in his hand, and looked at him fixedly: "What exactly do you want?"

"No way," Wu Yan swung his wrist and rushed over, the sword pointed straight at Nan Heng's heart, "Brother, I've been seeing you upset for a long time, so I want to take this opportunity to have a good time!"

"So you still can't beat me." Nan Heng blocked Liu Mu with a horizontal stroke.

"Bah! I can't beat you? I'm fucking going to beat you all over the floor right now!" Wu Yan seemed to be irritated by his words. With a sound, the blade of the sword was actually covered with a layer of flames.

The blow was so hard and fast that Nan Heng barely dodged it, and a big hole was burned into the newly bought clothes just like that.

He patted the flames off the clothes with a regretful face, this was the first clothes Xiao Tingxun gave him!

Looking at Wu Yan again, his eyes suddenly turned cold: "If you can't beat it, just admit it generously. If you have the ability, you can do it yourself, so what's the point of inviting a soul!"

"Hun'er?" Wu Yan looked up at the light blue phantom, and immediately smiled, "This is called Bound Spirit, I don't know much about it! I think you've been learning from Xiao Tingxun for so long, and you're still just as useless!"

"Shut up!" Nan Heng said in a low voice, "You can call my master whatever you want!"

"How about I just call it?" Wu Yan seemed to be more proud, and swiped his sword, and there were balls of fireballs pouring out of the blade one after another, heading towards Nanheng.

While hiding, Nan Heng used Liumu to block it.

Although he has a water-type spiritual root, but in the early stage of Qi training, he used his spiritual power to cover the edge of the Ryukmu sword with a layer of water, but he barely resisted it.

But Wu Yan seemed to be red-eyed, the phantom on his shoulder became more and more ruthless with each move, and the blade of the sword was burning with raging flames, attacking Nan Heng's vital points.

Nan Heng was already in a state of distress at this time, and he couldn't dodge several blows. The sword's slash on his back was really painful.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and held the Liumu tightly, barely parrying the blow.

However, Liumu couldn't sustain the huge spiritual flow attack after all, and it broke directly.

"Junior Brother Nan!" Qi Jin shouted hoarse on the stage, his eyes were red with anxiety, "What should I do!"

Bo Yan also had a heavy expression on his face, but he still had to look like a senior and patted Qi Jin on the shoulder, "It's okay, Elder Yuqing is here."

"Elder Yuqing can't break the barrier either!"

"There are also the Great Elder and the head of the sect." Bo Yan said this with so little confidence that he didn't even believe it.

"Hehe, trash!"

Wu Yan looked down at Nan Heng who was prostrating on the ground, and spat happily: "Personal disciple, have you ever seen a personal disciple who was stepped on by an outer disciple?"

"Have you seen it?!"

He laughed loudly, and actually trampled on Nan Heng's back fiercely, and asked loudly to the disciples who were watching on the stage.

But everyone silenced, showing a look of fear.

Wu Yan ignored it. He felt that he had tortured Nan Heng enough, so he raised his sword again and stabbed at Nan Heng's back.

Nan Heng suddenly said, "You hate me? Do you want me to die?"

Wu Yan's hand stopped, and he smiled: "Yes, I hate you to the core."

"why?"

"Because I can't see you! I can't see you crawling on my head! You're obviously a trash who started later than me!"

"How can a trash who doesn't know anything be a personal heir?!"

"Why are you the one chosen?!"

Wu Yan roared loudly, and the phantom on his body suddenly burst into a thick black mist.

His eyes were blood red, and his hand holding the sword was shaking violently.

Nan Heng gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain, and dragged his body that was almost falling apart to get up from the ground.

He spat out blood, threw away the broken sword in his hand, and smiled at Wu Yan: "Do you think it's lucky that I was chosen by Elder Yuqing? Are you jealous?"

"But my luck itself was bought with misfortune."

"Have you ever experienced the slaughter of your whole family? Have you ever seen your relatives die in front of you?"

"You don't have this luck, so you don't have to bear anything."

Wu Yan was stunned suddenly. He looked at the blood-soaked boy in front of him a little at a loss, as if it was the first time he had seen him.

But, just for a moment, the phantom on his shoulders suddenly surged with black mist around him, Wu Yan raised his sharp sword with red eyes, and stabbed fiercely.

"careful!"

It was Xiao Tingxun's roar outside the barrier.

In this flash of light, he actually distracted himself and took a look at Xiao Tingxun.

The handsome man in sky blue clothes outside the barrier, holding Ranchen tightly in his hand, was slashing towards the barrier fiercely.

--Ding!

There was a crisp sound in my head.

[The system has detected that the host is in an extremely dangerous situation. Do you want to use the previously reserved props: Kua Kua Card? 】

It was still the mechanical voice without any emotional ups and downs.

"Use." He sighed and said softly.

It's all this time, let's listen to this stupid thing talking about it, and let Wu Yan's grandson add to the fun.

[Please choose the aspect to praise: A. Appearance, B. Personality, C. Knowledge, D. Strength. 】

Nan Heng: ...

There are so many options for blowing rainbow farts now?

"D's."

He was about to be beaten to death, and if you want to praise him, you can praise the most useless thing.

[The host is really majestic, exquisite in all aspects, with unrivaled miraculous skills, amazing and outstanding. 】

Nan Heng: ...

It's really perfunctory.

[The Kua Kua card has been successfully used, I wish the host a pleasant experience. 】

In front of him was Wu Yan's sinister and wild laughing face, and the voice of the system next to his ear made Nan Heng feel ironic.

Seeing the sword's edge stabbing down, suddenly, he only felt a burst of hotness all over his body, and it seemed that a slight numbness rushed all over his body.

With a flash of cold light, Wu Yang's sword was already in front of him.

He instinctively raised his hand to hold the blade, but he didn't feel the sharp pain of his flesh being burned.

Looking again, I found a layer of faint purple electric current attached to my palm.

This is the awakening of the spirit root of the thunder system?

Wu Yan was also stunned.

He didn't expect Nan Heng to be able to receive his sword, his eyes stared like copper bells, he withdrew his hand abruptly, muttering: "Impossible...it's impossible!"

"You trash! How could you awaken the lightning root?!"

Wu Yan yelled and became even angrier. The phantom on his shoulder seemed to feel his emotions, and became more irritable, manipulating him to stab and slash with his sword almost indiscriminately.

Nan Heng looked down at his hands and smiled faintly.

The stupid system is still useful at critical moments.

He summoned his spiritual power, drew thunder in his palm, and slashed towards the phantom on Wu Yan's shoulder!

Click!

There was a loud noise in the air, and the barrier was actually split.

Although the phantom on Wu Yan's shoulder dodged for a while and was not smashed, the hood on his head fell off, revealing a pale and thin face.

It was a face with sharp edges and corners, but soft eyebrows and eyes, long hair draped over shoulders, thin lips slightly pursed, he was a very elegant young man.

Nan Heng originally thought that this kind of invited soul should be vicious, but he didn't expect to be quite good-looking.

But at this moment, the stands were completely silent.

Shang Min was standing nervously, but now he fell into the seat with a plop.

The Great Elder was even more exaggerated. The five-year-old man hugged his arm and shouted, "Mom!"

Nan Heng also noticed that something was wrong, taking advantage of Wu Yan and the young master not attacking, he tapped the system in his mind: "Stupid 8, who is this person?"

[Murong Qing, the former sixth elder of the Changqing Sect. 】

Nan Heng didn't understand it at this time, so he listened to System 88 and said again: 【Xiao Tingxun's teacher. 】

Oh hoo, beautiful.

He had just chopped off his master with his own hands.