You turned out to be such a senior [Transmigration Book]

In this quiet air, the biting cold seems to have condensed frost, freezing the eyelashes.

As the source of the cold air, the frost emanating from the pitch-black spirit sword spread all the way from the edge of the sword to the bones of the folding fan, freezing the tiny silver needles, and also freezing Jiang Zi's entire hand holding the folding fan. .

how can that be possible?

A monk with extremely poor cultivation and talent in the foundation building period - he comprehended the sword intent.

After the meridians froze and the circulation of spiritual energy stagnated, Jiang Zi raised his frozen eyelids as if he had realized it belatedly. His eyes were reddish, and blood streaked out from the corners of his eyes like spider webs.

What was reflected in those jealous, unwilling or unbelievable eyes was the gesture of the jet-black blade being retracted by the master. The boy's expression was not necessarily joyful, and his eyes were as calm as when he was asked to fight.

Compared with Xie Yunming, their composure is exactly the same as that of their senior brothers.

There is also the same chilling spirit power and sword energy.

If it weren't for the fact that the person in front of him was not talented enough in cultivation, and he didn't cultivate the way of killing and attacking, would there be a second Xie Yunming in this world?

What made Jiang Zi even more absurd was that this person's cultivation talent was inferior to his own, and his realm was lower than his own, but he was still invincible with a single strike.

He just built the foundation, and he realized the sword intent.

Is he really not talented?

"puff--!"

Furious and angry, coupled with the blocked meridians, Jiang Zi spat out a mouthful of blood.His whole body collapsed to the ground as if his strength had been sucked out, allowing the frost to corrode him without any will to fight.

"Brother Jiang Zi, what's wrong with you?!"

"Stop, don't fight anymore, you will die if you do this again, the referee—!"

"..."

On the side, the disciples of Jiuyue Sect stepped forward one after another, and hurriedly supported Jiang Zi, who was in a hurry.

They had never seen Jiang Zi like this before. In their eyes, the senior brother was always proud and calm, even if he was injured, he would not be in such a mess.

"when--!"

A bell rang.

The referee brought the injured Jiang Zi out of the ring barrier, and took the disciples of Yao Wanggu to treat the injury.

All this happened too fast and too suddenly, from the time Jiang Zi vomited blood and fell down, to the time when the barrier of the ring closed again, it seemed that only a few breaths had passed.

Holding the Tianmin Sword, Chu Yan glanced around in a daze.

As early as when Chu Yan and Jiang Zi were fighting, some monks who were a little closer and still fighting all stopped their movements and chose to watch the two fight.

After all, one of them is Xie Yunming's precious junior brother, and I don't know if the first person to fight with him will be beaten half to death by Xie Yunming and sent out of the ring, ending in a dismal end or something.

However, they all wanted to go wrong.I just thought of the ending, but not the beginning.

Who would have known that Xie Yunming's junior brother had comprehended the sword intent during the foundation building period?With a single strike, he sent away a cultivator at the golden core stage, and his senior brother hadn't even made a move yet.

Seeing Chu Yan's eyes sweeping towards him, everyone couldn't help but took a big step back.

What a joke, even if it is a move, it has to be done when you are safe.As for ending up like that direct disciple of Jiuyue Sect, forget it.

Chu Yan: "..."

What happened, is he so scary?

Moreover, was that sword just so powerful?

It was clear that the fellow daoist was not serious about his fighting skills, his expression was in a daze, and it was inexplicable that he vomited blood in the end.Maybe that fellow Taoist has a serious old disease, and it suddenly broke out just now.

Chu Yan found a lot of reasons for Jiang Zi in his heart, but he didn't think he was so powerful.

His sword only used [-]% of his spiritual power, so he shouldn't have beaten a Jindan Stage cultivator like that.

Can't you?

Why did everyone look at him with horror.

"I don't know if there is any fellow daoist who is willing to compete with me again?"

Seeing that there was no one within three feet of him, Chu Yan stood there and asked in a gentle tone.

"..."

Hearing the sound, everyone took another step back.

Chu Yan: "..."

I thought that I would be rejected, but I didn't expect that everyone would be rejected so clearly and uniformly.

There was no one around, so Chu Yan had no choice but to look in Xie Yunming's direction helplessly.

【Brother...】

[None of them want to compete with me. 】

The two words fell silently into Xie Yunming's sea of ​​consciousness.

After meeting Chu Yan's eyes, Xie Yunming was able to complete the voice of his junior brother complaining in his mind.

stupid.

The preliminary round of the group arena is a scuffle, and there is no need to care about whether others agree with the competition, just beat them down directly.

It was only his junior brother who would say to his opponent in advance before making a move: "This fellow Taoist, I am coming to beat you."

Xie Yunming chuckled lightly, his deep voice was very clear on the quiet inner stage, "When you are on the ring, it is not a matter of whether the participating disciples want to compete or not."

"But anyone who is above the ring can be an opponent. Junior brother, you can sweep them all down—"

As Xie Yunming's words continued to fall, the expressions of the other disciples on the ring gradually became terrified.

"—Or, choose me as your opponent."

The sword repairman in black robes spoke lazily as usual, but his tone sounded unprecedentedly gentle.

At least, that's how it sounded to other disciples.

When Xie Yunming said this, he could watch the two brothers of Jianzong fight against each other. No matter how the two sword repairmen of Jianzong compared, the sword edge would not fall on their heads.

Although there are only [-] promotion places in the group arena, and it is impossible for all of them to advance, it is still nice not to have to face the sword cultivator.

"Friend Daoist, please promise your senior brother quickly, how...how rare."

"As disciples of the same sect, you must have benefited a lot from the competition."

"Yeah yeah."

"..."

Some people even whispered to persuade Chu Yan.

Chu Yan: "..."

How could he beat his senior brother!

However, his senior brother will release water, right?

Shouldn't you be kicking yourself out?

Thinking of this, Chu Yan immediately sent a voice to Xie Yunming.

[Brother, then you will be more gentle in the future. 】

Xie Yunming's eyes were deep: [Well, I will be lighter. 】

Hearing Xie Yunming's answer, Chu Yan's eyes lit up, "Then Senior Brother Lao will guide me personally."

Two direct disciples of Sword Sect are going to compete. One is Xie Yunming, the first disciple, and the other is Xie Yunming, the foundation-building junior who has comprehended the meaning of the sword.

Neither of these two people can afford to offend, but they can afford to hide.

Thinking of this, the disciples of other sects on the ring retreated back, leaving half of the ring open for the two of them.

More importantly, other people are also a little curious about the competition between the two of them.

Even the mood of qualifying for promotion was temporarily put down, and the eyes of other sect disciples fell on Chu Yan and Xie Yunming.

Knowing that Xie Yunming will show mercy to his subordinates.

Chu Yan also didn't regard this competition with his senior as a joke.

Xie Yunming taught him all the sword techniques and sword moves that Chu Yan had learned.

Jianzong's basic swordsmanship has a total of sixteen styles. Chu Yan only has a half-knowledge of morphology, and the chance of actually using it is zero.

I vaguely remember that on the first day of learning swordsmanship, I practiced my sword moves all morning, and I couldn't even cut a trace of a rock on the back mountain of Lingjue Peak.

Looking back on the previous "failure" experience, Chu Yan's attitude towards this competition became more and more serious.

He filled the body of the Heavenly Compassion Sword with the spiritual power in his body, and a faint cold light emerged from the pitch-black edge of the sword, and his clear and transparent appearance was like the brilliance flowing in Chu Yan's pupils.

His junior brother became serious.

Xie Yunming took in every detail of Chu Yan's movements.Inevitably, a bit of pride emerged in my heart—it was all taught by myself.

The young man's aura was like a sword about to be unsheathed.

And the Heavenly Compassion Sword in his hand will also respond to his thoughts.

Xie Yunming's wrist moved, and he placed the prisoner dragon sword horizontally in front of him, making a defensive posture.

"You come." Xie Yunming looked at Chu Yan and said.

He uses himself as a mentor, so naturally he can't seize the opportunity to fight, he can only use the technique of following the trend and taking advantage of the situation to guide him.

It was the first time in Xie Yunming's life that he tried such an approach.

He never gives advice to others, at most it is a verbal instruction.

Chu Yan was an exception.

It will be the same in the future.

"bass--!"

Jian Guang collided with each other almost in an instant.

Chu Yan squeezed the hilt of the sword tightly, feeling unprecedented effort.There seemed to be another natural moat in front of him, and it couldn't be shaken at all.

The Tianmin Sword also lost that ferocious aura, and it was as peaceful as usual.

The sword he fought with his senior brother Xie Yunming felt completely different from the sword he fought with that direct disciple of the Jiuyue Sect just now.

In the previous sword strike, Chu Yan only felt the hearty pleasure without the slightest resistance.

But at this time, the power that hindered him was very strong.

Just when Chu Yan thought he couldn't shake Xie Yunming——

Xie Yunming moved.

The blade of the Prisoner Dragon Sword in his hand was quenched with spiritual power, and a layer of faint hoarfrost condensed along the blade to form an elegant frost flower, which was destroyed by the surging spiritual power in an instant.

The sword energy full of killing intent did not hurt the previous person at all, but spread out like a stream of water.

Xie Yunming's movement of holding the sword was to retreat, leaving a space that could support Chu Yan's continued attack.

Chu Yan froze for a moment, then immediately came back to his senses.

His brother is putting water on him!

Just now!

"when--!"

Another sword.

Chu Yan used more spiritual power than last time, Xie Yunming's figure remained motionless, and the time lasted until Chu Yan felt that he was going to be unable to hold on anymore, and Xie Yunming would make a move to release his strength , leading the flow of spiritual power to another style of Jianzong swordsmanship.

Before he knew it, Chu Yan swung his sword faster and faster, and the speed of his moves became faster and faster.

In the competition between him and Xie Yunming, he was even gradually able to keep up with Xie Yunming's moves.

However, Xie Yunming still didn't use his full strength. He was in the out-of-body stage, and he was competing with his juniors in the foundation stage. Naturally, he wanted to suppress his cultivation in the foundation stage, which was only fair to Chu Yan.

As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, while insiders watch the way.

In this competition, the only ones who can see clearly are the group of sword repair disciples who are also from the sword sect!

Therefore, at this moment, in the auditorium, there was a frenzy of heated discussions caused by the competition between Chu Yan and Xie Yunming.

Focusing on the direction where the disciples of Jianzong were located, the crowd gradually increased.

Surrounding the disciples of Jianzong, most of them are people dressed like book boys in the book shop. While staring at the disciples of Jianzong with earnest eyes, they asked some questions, and at the same time they took a quill pen and wrote on the small book Quick book.

"From our point of view, the current situation of the competition between the first senior brother and the junior junior brother. Although it looks like swords and swords on the surface, you come and go, but in fact, it is——is, how do you say that word?"

"It's when you make a move and I send another move. There is no murderous intent in the moves, and there is not too much desire to defeat the opponent."

"It's really exciting, very exciting. Don't say it, we Jianzong disciples also think it is very exciting. How can this match be said to be our first senior brother who let the water go? It's just uncontrollable. I heard that you are still writing books Yes, can you understand me?"

"Just don't be so serious, it's almost enough. Hey, you must write this competition."

"Who will win if we really fight? Needless to say, it must be the junior brother. Our first senior brother must be reluctant to fight hard."

"The swordsmanship of the younger brother was taught by the first brother, and both of them have ice spirit roots, and their sword energy is similar, so it's inseparable."

"That's right, the junior brother was raised by the first senior brother. Huh? You said that there is no such thing as a child bride. How can it be! But the junior senior brother was brought back to the mountain gate by our first senior brother himself."

"On weekdays, they are all stuck together, practicing together, going down the mountain together..."

"..."

There are only a hundred or so disciples of the Sword Sect, but there are many people talking about Xie Yunming and Chu Yan, and it seems that "School Sword Sect disciples" occupy most of the auditorium.

Amidst these noisy discussions, Fu Jiangye withdrew his scrutinizing gaze, and his lowered eyes suppressed the disgust hidden in his eyes.

It looks like a really big battle.

The curved corners of Fu Jiangye's lips were just the right kind of gentle smile, and in every word and deed he maintained the skin of a senior brother of Jiuyuemen who had the ability to advance and retreat.

But Fu Jiangye especially felt that this performance made him even more impatient.

The younger brother Jiang Zi, who was thought to be of great use, is now worthless. Not only did he not get the blood of the young master of the Chu family, he was also seriously injured by the young master of the Chu family.

How much energy and painstaking effort has he spent raising an obedient Jiang Zi who is at the Jindan stage?

But even a face-to-face meeting of a sword cultivator in the foundation-building period couldn't beat——

He really raised a piece of trash.

Fu Jiangye closed his eyes that were almost occupied by disgust, took a deep breath, and opened his eyes again, he adjusted to his former gentle and polite appearance.

His fellow disciple was seriously injured, so he should go to Yaowanggu disciples to visit "Junior Brother Jiangzi" because of emotion and reason.

Fu Jiangye got up from his seat and walked towards the direction where the disciples of Yaowanggu were.

The direction where the Yaowanggu disciples are located is easy to find. They are in the middle of the arena and the auditorium, near the front and not far from the judgment seat.

Since Xie Yunming released the pressure on all the participating disciples in the ring, after some melee, the first batch of disciples who were eliminated were more or less injured.

Among them, Jiang Zi's injury was the most serious.

"His bare, exposed wounds have healed, but his internal injuries have become more serious. Not to mention the blockage of his meridians, a lot of cold spiritual energy has accumulated in his body. At present, he can only use one person to maintain the continuous input of spiritual power as much as possible. The cold aura no longer spreads."

Before Fu Jiangye asked, the voice of the Yaowanggu disciple who was in charge of checking Jiang Zi's injuries rang out slowly.

"Either, fellow Taoist, you keep feeding him spiritual power, and wait for the ice-cold air in his body to dissipate by itself, or cut off this hand, and use the regeneration golden elixir to grow a new one without the ice-cold air. hand."

"This fellow Taoist, as his senior brother, what do you think?"

Asking Fu Jiangye's voice was gentle and polite, and the female disciple of Yaowanggu also looked at him with a smile on her face.

I should have followed the words of the female disciple of Yaowanggu in front of me and made a choice.

But for no reason, for some reason, the words of this Yaowanggu disciple made Fu Jiangye feel sick.

If a person puts on a calm face with a smirk for a long time, he can easily detect whether the people around him are also smirking.

The gentle expression on Fu Jiangye's face was faked, and so was the female disciple of Yaowanggu in front of him.

"Aside from these two methods, is there no other way?" Fu Jiangye endured the impatience in his heart and asked.

The golden elixir of regeneration is so precious, even if he was seriously injured, Taoist Fuming would have to think for a long time whether to give this elixir or not.

If it was in the past, Fu Jiangye would not mind begging for his junior brother Jiang Zi.

But Jiang Zi not only failed to do what he ordered, but also ended up in such a dismal end, it was really useless.

As for using Fu Jiangye's own spiritual power to save Jiang Zi, on weekdays, Fu Jiangye would respond without blinking an eye.

But today is the preliminary round of the group arena.

After the first round, there was no guarantee that Fu Jiangye himself would not be missed in the second round.

At this time, Fu Jiangye, whose spiritual power was emptied of his junior brother Jiang Zi's spiritual power, would not be able to stabilize his qualifications for promotion when he got to the group arena.

The great disciple of Jiuyue Sect lost his qualifications in the preliminary round, so he didn't need others to make fun of him. His good-looking master Fuming Taoist could tear him apart first.

The stakes in Fu Jiangye's heart turned back and forth several times, and in the end he faced the female disciple of Yaowanggu, and the smile on his face became more and more "frank".

"I'm really worried about my junior brother's injuries. Renewable golden pills are too precious, and I won't be able to buy them for a while. Second, it's still the group arena. If I come to spend my spiritual power, it will be my turn to go to the group arena later. It's hard to keep my ranking. .”

After finishing a bunch of foreshadowing words, Fu Jiangye looked at the female disciple of Yaowanggu who had a slightly stiff expression, and his tone became more "sincere and sincere", "I see that you, fellow Taoist, have the cultivation base of Jindanqi, can you help me?" Do you do this a big favor, spend your spiritual power for my junior brother?"

"what……?"

The female disciple of Yaowanggu who checked Jiang Zi's injuries was Liu Zhili.

She was ordered to come over to deal with the injury of the Jiuyuemen disciple who was injured by the disciples of the Sword Sect, and it would be best to expand the injury of the Jiuyuemen disciple to a serious level.

In this way, Jiuyuemen can think that Jianzong has put a dead hand on them in the sect competition, and resentment and hatred will also breed.

But this move seems to have no effect on the big disciple of Jiuyuemen in front of him.

Isn't Fu Jiangye the junior who cares most about him?

Why didn't he choose either method?

If I let myself replace Fu Jiangye to pass on spiritual power to his junior brother, wouldn't this "serious" injury turn into a light sentence, and after saying it, it would be blown away by the wind.

Liu Zhili looked at the young man in front of him who was pleading more and more, and there were even brothers and sisters from the same sect around him who tried to persuade her.

"Senior Sister Zhili, this fellow Daoist from the Nine Mountains Sect does have his own difficulties, why don't you help them out. If the spiritual power is not enough, we are still here."

"Yeah, Senior Sister Zhili, just help them, you are the most soft-hearted on weekdays."

"..."

Liu Zhili clenched her back molars slightly.

At this moment, she suddenly felt remorse for the image of a gentle and considerate senior sister that she had painstakingly cultivated in front of many juniors and juniors.

At this time, if she is the arrogant and unreasonable Liu Zhiying, she can immediately refuse.Or Gu Zhiqing, who does things in his own way, no matter what he does, the younger brothers and younger sisters always look like "the senior sister has her own reasons for doing what she does".

Unfortunately, at this moment, she is the "understanding, gentle and considerate" Liu Zhili.

"Since fellow daoists have spoken, we, Yaowanggu, will do our best to help." When Liu Zhili said this, it was already difficult to control her smile.

This big disciple of the Jiuyue Sect is not a character to be fooled with.

Fu Jiangye thanked him a thousand times, and left slowly after performing a gesture of gratitude.

Liu Zhili took the task of saving Jiang Zi for herself, and sat back on the chair next to Jiang Zi's sick bed, with her lowered head hidden in the shadow of the sunlight, only the resentment and unwillingness on her face could be revealed.

Just now, in order to make her own words more convincing, she even fueled the internal injuries in Jiang Zi's body twice.

It will take a lot of effort to heal now.

"Tsk."

Gu Zhiqing, who watched a good show from the beginning to the end, clicked his tongue.

What is "dog bites dog, mouth hair" finally opened my eyes today.

Liu Zhili made careful calculations, but in the end she didn't end up ending up for others.It's really a steal.

"Huh? Master sister, what are you laughing at? I sorted out the herbs, right?" On the side, Liu Zhiying, who was sorting out the herbs for Gu Zhiqing, heard Gu Zhiqing's sneer, and immediately raised her head to ask in a daze.

"You are right, you are not the one making jokes." Gu Zhiqing's eyes fell on Liu Zhiying, and he answered her in a rare and gentle tone.

Recently, Liu Zhiying loves to cling to her side, but as long as she is assigned some simple tasks, such as sorting herbs, running errands and so on.

This heartless and thoughtless junior sister Liu Zhiying seems to be much more pleasing to the eye, not as annoying as Liu Zhili.