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

Ten years ago, Chu Zhi, the patriarch of the Chu family, personally approached Shangyao Wanggu, and asked Gu Weihe, the owner of the valley, to treat his son Chu Changsheng.The owner of the valley refused, and Elder Liu never knew the specific reason.

But what made Elder Liu feel strange was that when Chu Changsheng's lifespan reached its limit and his life was hanging by a thread, Gu Weihe was willing to rescue him. Pull back.

Why didn't Gu Weihe save people sooner?

The answer to this question is probably only known to Gu Weihe himself.

But that guy went to retreat in the forbidden area after returning from the Chu family in the southern region, and he only said a few words about the affairs of Yaowanggu, and handed it over to his fledgling personal disciple.

But precisely because of this, Elder Liu felt that the plan he had planned for many years was about to mature.

Just wait for the end of the sixteen sects competition in the east.

Elder Liu took a deep breath, shifted his gaze to the group arena, pretending to be watching the competition.

Chu Yan also looked away.

Elder Liu of the Yaowang Valley had previously received information from Gu Zhiqing that it was a hostile force.But at that time they made a deal with Gu Zhiqing first, and they only had the impression of Elder Liu—Elder Liu wanted to compete for the position of the owner of the Medicine King Valley.

Now, this Elder Liu seems to have other thoughts.

Where no one was looking, Chu Yan quietly held down the Heavenly Compassion Sword worn on his waist.The Heavenly Compassion Sword was put on by his brother before he went out this morning.

The jade-colored scabbard is a bit fancy and not very low-key, but it doesn't look so ostentatious when it matches Chu Yan's delicate face.

At this time, the blade of the Tianmin sword tapped the scabbard slightly, carrying an aura of dissatisfaction eager to vent.

This situation started after Chu Yan sat on the trial seat.

Chu Yan couldn't use his spiritual power in public, so he secretly used his spiritual sense to appease Tian Minjian's emotions.To prevent it from getting out of its sheath uncontrollably on impulse... After all, the Heavenly Compassion Sword is quite different from other spirit swords. Although its appearance is ordinary, it still has the spirituality of a divine weapon flowing in its bones.

Unexpectedly, after Chu Yan used his spiritual consciousness to appease the Tianmin sword, he instead established a resonance with it, directly through the Tianmin sword, and felt the emotions and malice of the people around him from it.

In addition to the obvious malice of Taoist Fuming of Jiuyuemen, there is also the malice hidden in the dark by Elder Liu...

Chu Yan took a deep breath, rubbing his fingers on the hilt of the Tianmin sword repeatedly, not knowing whether he was comforting the Tianmin sword or himself.

For a moment, Chu Yan also wanted to draw his sword to cut off these evil thoughts.

But no.

Evil thoughts are evil thoughts, evil deeds are evil deeds.Their thoughts are currently in their minds, and they have not yet touched themselves.

Even if it is to punish evil, we must pay attention to evidence.There are so many hypocrisy and falsehoods in the world, do we have to explain them all?

Besides, it was the group arena of the Sixteen Sects in the Eastern Realm at this moment, and sitting beside Chu Yan were the elders of the various sects.

There is no good end to drawing the sword, and it is impossible to fight at all.And it will add chaos to the master master.

Chu Yan did enough psychological construction, and Tian Mercy Sword returned to calm.

At this time, the floating mark in the referee's hand slowly stopped, and two golden marks lit up among the final disciples under the ring.

"In the first round of the final of the group arena, the odd number one will face the odd number three."

The student who drew the odd number one was from the Buddhist sect. Unlike other Buddhist disciples who had been shaved, this Buddhist disciple in cassock and Zen clothes had grown his hair.

His long black hair was tied up with a headband, and his facial features were handsome. The golden lotus flower forehead ornament on his forehead did not look vulgar, but brought out the solemn feeling of the treasure, but if you look at it again, you can see it His brows and expressions are peaceful, which is a common compassionate demeanor for Buddhist disciples in self-cultivation, but he is also approachable.

"Master Buddha, why does your Buddhist sect still have such a disciple who is not ordained? Can't he be a lay disciple?" Elder Yingzong was a little curious.

"Huh? It can't be said that he is a lay disciple. Wu Jiu has a thorough understanding of Buddhism. He is a disciple trained by the suzerain as his heir, but he is destined to have a calamity. If he cannot survive the calamity, Buddhism has no destiny for him. So there is no Shaved."

It was rare for Master Buddha to say a few more words. For this disciple, his heart was filled with amazement and regret.It's a pity that all living beings have their own destiny, even if Wu Jiu knows the Dharma like the palm of his hand, he still cannot escape from the cycle of suffering.

"You Buddha Sect has been hidden from the world for too long. Occasionally, the suzerain mentioned the name of this disciple, but I didn't expect him to have never been ordained." The elder Yingzong also heard of the reputation of "Buddha Sect disciple Wu Jiu", but Wu Jiu has always been in hiding. Practicing in the world, he seldom appears in front of the world. It is estimated that he will only meet the disciples of the Buddhist sect once in this martial arts competition.

"Amitabha, whether he is ordained or not has no conflict with whether he is a disciple of the Buddhist sect." Master Buddha said again.

Chu Yan sat on the judgment seat with a face of tranquility. Fozong Wujiu had very little role in the original book. After the martial art competition, he chose to enter the world to practice and experience the sufferings of the world.As for what kind of human suffering Wu Jiu has experienced, the perspective of the original book falls on Fu Jiangye, and his perspective is not written.At that time, the protagonists Fu Jiangye and Xie Yunming were already at odds with each other, Jianzong and Jiuyuemen also had a gap, Shadowzong and Buddhazong were silent, and a storm was about to come in the Eastern Realm.

Now, the situation doesn't seem to have changed much.

Chu Yan suddenly remembered that even if he sat in the judgment seat well, he came out of the Chu family to worship under the Jianzong sect, and participated in the Grand Competition of the Sixteen Sects in the Eastern Territory.But some things are still happening, such as the gap between Jianzong and Jiuyuemen, or the figure who walked out of Wujimen disciples in the group arena——

Chu Yan frowned suddenly, and put his fingers back on the Tianmin Sword at his waist.

His Heavenly Compassion Sword was about to move again.

The person who drew the odd number three was none other than the chosen one who suddenly appeared at Wujimen who defeated 99 disciples in the preliminary round of the group arena yesterday by himself.

This proud son of heaven was dressed in the costume of a disciple of Wuji sect, and had a very ordinary face. If he closed his eyes, it would make people think that this person should be an honest and honest person.But this is not the case, there is a haughty malice in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, and his expression is high and high, which is inexplicably inconsistent with his upright facial features.

After seeing this person stepping into the arena, the disciples who watched under the arena, especially those who had witnessed the preliminary match of the group arena match yesterday, all became a little uneasy.

"Oh my God, I didn't expect Wujiu of the Buddha Sect to be so unlucky. He met that cruel Wujimen disciple at the beginning of the scene."

"That's right, there's a whole big gap, how do you fight? If you want me, I'll just go on stage and admit defeat."

"As far as your Jindan stage cultivation is concerned, I'm afraid you won't even have a chance to admit defeat when you go up, and you will be directly broken by the bones of your hand and kicked down."

"What do you mean it's just me at the golden core stage? Aren't most of the disciples of the sixteen sects who entered the finals also from the golden core stage... I have no chance to admit defeat, and you have no chance to admit defeat either, okay?"

"Is there no one who can defeat that Wujimen disciple? Otherwise, the first place in the final of the group arena will go to Wujimen? I remember that after the first day of the group arena preliminary round, their sect's score is about to go from the Eastern Realm. You should be removed from the sixteen sects. I never thought that I would be able to survive in such a way."

"If they are both in the out-of-body period, then only Jianzong Xie Yunming... I have always hoped that Jianzong Xie Yunming can face such an arrogant Wujimen disciple from the bottom of my heart."

"..."

Fozong Wugui was really unlucky.

Hearing a few words of discussion from the nearby auditorium, Chu Yan silently recited a sentence in his heart, and then involuntarily looked towards Xie Yunming's direction following the reputation of the discussion behind.

Jian Xiu, who was dressed in dark robes, was tall and straight, facing Chu Yan sideways at this moment, looking calmly at the direction of the ring.

Suddenly, as if he had sensed something, he turned his eyes away from the arena and turned to where Chu Yan was.

Four eyes facing each other.

Xie Yunming's gaze was gloomy, and his handsome face seemed to be filled with unknown emotions, but it made Chu Yan feel embarrassed.

Chu Yan, who thought he was caught peeking and was caught, quickly looked away, his ears were a little red, but he himself didn't know about it, he was only busy in his heart annoyed, he shouldn't The more I watched, the more I underestimated his senior brother's sensitivity to the outside world, and after only three breaths, his senior brother noticed it.

As everyone knows, besides Chu Yan, there are still many people watching Xie Yunming just now. After all, the out-of-body disciple of the Wuji Sect on the ring stage, the only person who can compare with him in terms of cultivation is Jianzong Xie Yunming. Yunming.Therefore, Xie Yunming became one of the focuses of everyone's attention.

But Xie Yunming ignored other people's probing gazes, as indifferent as the glaciers and snowfields in the north that never melted.Until the moment he turned his head, everyone followed the direction of his gaze to find Chu Yan who was sitting next to the trial seat, and they suddenly realized.

It is not a glacier and snowfield, and the swordsman is ruthless.

It's just that the tempted person never stood by his side.

So, the bookboy who was taking a pen to collect materials from the auditorium of the group arena, after seeing this scene, made another note in the booklet he carried with him.

"Dang—!" sounded, and the long bell called back everyone's thoughts.

It was the final of the first group arena match.

The barrier of isolation rose from around the ring, enveloping it.The referee glanced at the Wujimen disciple. He had already stated the rules before the final draw of the group arena, and repeated a key point, "The competition must not harm the life of the opponent, otherwise all the points will be invalidated and the qualifications for the competition will be cancelled. , and abolish the cultivation base, please take care of yourself, this is a martial art competition, not a place to vent personal grievances."

"Tch—!" Qi listened to the referee's pointed words, raised the corners of his lips and sneered, with a gesture of hearing but not listening to the words at a glance.

Fighting skills can't hurt the opponent's life, but it's just some remarks to protect the weak. The human race just likes to do such kind and useless things.Could it be that the person who survived because of the rules in the group arena will continue to survive when they meet themselves in the future?

Qi narrowed his eyes slightly, a faint purple flashed in his black pupils.

Although he scoffed at the rules in his heart, his target was not the Buddhist disciple in front of him, but Jianzong Xie Yunming.

Killing this Buddhist sect disciple will lose the qualification for the next group arena, and the loss outweighs the gain.

Qi Jiang's gaze slowly fell on the disciple of the Buddhist sect opposite him, with a contemptuous look in his eyes.

I was drawn in the first competition, and the disciple of the Buddhist sect on the opposite side was lucky.

"Amitabha, this fellow Taoist, I have offended you a lot."

The voice of this Zen saying is as warm as the sound of a spring in a mountain stream, and like a breeze chasing the moon.It makes one's heart tremble.

Wu Jiu, a disciple of the Buddhist sect, actually made a move when he was saying hello.The golden Great Compassion Seal was drawn by the spiritual power contained in the Zen words, and quickly gathered into a magnificent seal and struck in the direction of Qi.

Not only did this Buddhist sect disciple not intend to admit defeat, but he took the initiative instead.

Qi raised his brows, and after a little surprise, the smile on the corner of his lips became tainted with hostility.It is not common to see people dying, and it is even rarer to rush to die.

He didn't take out any natal magic weapon in his hand. People of the Yaozu usually use a part of themselves to refine the natal spiritual weapon. If he takes out the natal spiritual weapon, the demon bone knife, the demonic energy will alarm all the powerful people present, even Heaven.

However, the opponent in front of him was not worthy to take out the natal spiritual weapon, so he used his hand as a sharp weapon, and directly tore off the great compassion seal that Wu Jiu chanted in Zen.

—Tear it by hand.

Almost when the Great Compassion Seal was stuck on the face of that Wujimen disciple, he raised his hand to pinch the golden curse seal at a strange speed, and then, in front of everyone, put The golden curse seal was torn apart little by little.

It's like tearing paper.

Tear off all the seals.

Under the arena, there was silence in the auditorium. Could it be that this man's hand has been refined into a spiritual weapon?Or maybe he has a glove-like spiritual weapon on his hand?

The curse seal was transformed from the spiritual power in the body of Wu Jiu, a disciple of the Buddhist sect. If you simply use your body to block it, it is absolutely impossible to block it.Unless the thing blocking him is also transformed by spiritual power.

Those hands are certainly not spirit weapons.

But the owner of those hands had covered his hands with spiritual power long before he did it.

The person closest to the Wujimen disciple was naturally Fozong Wujiu. He could see the movement of the Wujimen disciple in front of him more clearly, so he could see the clues.

Wu Jiu frowned slightly, is this the strength of a monk in the out-of-body stage?

On weekdays in the sect, he had also fought with his fellow juniors, and even that lunatic from Shadow Sect, but none of them would give him such a sense of oppression.Those who feel oppressed are all senior elders whose strength is much higher than their own.

Obviously, there is no need to continue the competition in this group arena.

Wu Jiu is a person who sees very clearly. After the first hands-on trial, he found that his strength was too far behind his opponent, and he would not continue to force himself.

Immediately, the Buddhist sect disciple in cassock raised his right hand and said calmly, "This is a competition, let me admit—"

However, before the words of Fozong admitting defeat without blame could be fully uttered, the Wujimen disciple who had just lightly tore off a Great Compassion Seal with his hands at the other end of the ring made his move with lightning speed.

The huge and mighty spiritual power carried the coercion of an out-of-body monk, like a ferocious beast with its fangs open, carrying an inexplicable hostility, rushing towards the direction of Buddha Sect Wu Jiu.

Before Fozong Wujiu said the words of admitting defeat, this blow must hit him first.

Seeing such an accident, the disciples who were watching the competition under the ring couldn't help being uproarious.

At the very moment, a golden lotus flower emerged from Fozong Wujiu's body, enveloping him in the lotus flower. The lotus flower was in full bloom, and in the middle of the lotus flower were six golden Buddha statues. The heart relic actually blocked the attack of this out-of-body monk.

"Well……"

However, Wu Jiu blocked the blow with all his strength, and his body was knocked off the ring by Yu Jin.He took a few steps back, and when he stood still, the corners of his lips were already bloodshot.After receiving this blow, he suffered serious internal injuries, but at any rate, he did not die.

The referee rang the bell and quickly announced the end of the first match.

He didn't expect that before the start of the competition, he would remind this Wujimen disciple not to kill with his own hands, but the Wujimen disciple remained unmoved.

But Wu Jiu, a disciple of the Buddha Sect, did not die because of this, the referee endured and endured, and finally didn't say anything more.

Under the arena, there were also disciples from other sects who felt the same way, and they mustered up the courage to speak.

"You really have no heart at all. The disciples of the Buddhist sect are already planning to admit defeat. Why do you want to be so ruthless?"

On the ring, Qi was in a good mood after releasing a crushing move to knock his opponent off the ring, but this mood did not prevent him from showing a malicious smile, "Oh? Have you surrendered? He didn't say anything Bar."

"Furthermore, courtesy is reciprocal. Buddhism pays attention to karma, so I should pay him back. That's fair, isn't it?"

"..."

The surrounding area was suddenly silenced by his malicious words.

That's right, the words of Fozong admitting defeat without blame were almost out of his mouth.Not admitting defeat completely means that the competition is still going on. As a contestant, the Wujimen disciple can naturally continue to fight.

But although this person did not violate the rules of the group arena competition, or he stepped on the bottom line of the rules and acted recklessly, what was corrupted was only moral goodwill, and he could not be convicted of violating the rules.

And would Qi care about such a little moral favor of the human race?

Of course he won't.

In his eyes, morality is not as valuable as a spirit stone, at least spirit stone can promote cultivation, and morality cannot be eaten.

Under the arena, because the words of admitting defeat were not fully spoken, Wu Yu raised his hand to wipe off the blood from the corner of his lips, and then said, "It's my skills that are inferior to others, so you don't need to argue."

"This buddhist friend of the Buddhist sect, why don't we let Yaowanggu come to show you the injury." On the side, Gu Zhiqing, who was dressed as a disciple of Yaowanggu, couldn't hold back his words.

Although they Yaowanggu will not participate in the ring competition, it does not affect her dislike of the Wuji sect disciple in the ring.

In contrast, the dull and compassionate disciples of the Buddhist sect became pleasing to the eye.

"Then there will be fellow Taoists from Lao Yao Wang Gu." Wu Jiu did not refuse, he also knew the current internal situation of his body, and the injuries he suffered were really not optimistic.

After the first competition, everyone became more and more dissatisfied with this Wujimen disciple who acted recklessly, and they even prayed that it would be best if Jianzong Xie Yunming could draw this Wujimen disciple so that he could be defeated. arrogance.

But will Xie Yunming draw a Wujimen disciple?

All the sect disciples in the auditorium were waiting eagerly.

But Chu Yan on the trial seat was secretly praying that his senior brother would better avoid this madness. If the fight goes to the end and the two have to meet when they are competing for the first place, it will be fate, and they are only number one right now. Round draw.

Chu Yan said silently in his heart: It's better to draw a dish for his senior brother, not that Wuji sect disciple who is extremely ruthless in his behavior. He can share his good luck of getting an empty lottery with his senior brother.

I don't know whose prayer came true. In the second group arena, the Floating Seal really got Jianzong Xie Yunming's number - even number six.

Everyone's eyes were focused on who will be the one who will fight Xie Yunming among the many disciples who are about to participate in the group arena competition?It would be better to be that Wujimen disciple who doesn’t know the so-called——

"Even number six versus even number two."

The referee's words sounded sternly, disappointing everyone who was still looking forward to it.

"Ah, it turned out to be even number two. What are you doing? The only one who can fight Xie Yunming is the monk who is in the out-of-body stage of the Wuji Gate."

"That's right, there is no suspense at all in this competition. The one who wins the competition and continues to advance must be Xie Yunming."

"Although, you should calm down first. The Wujimen disciple got an odd number of tickets, and Jianzong Xie Yunming got an even number of tickets. They are destined not to be opponents in the first round of the group arena. Yes, this competition is reasonable. Everyone might as well look forward to Xie Yunming being able to draw that Wujimen disciple in the second round of competition from now on."

"Hearing what you said, it seems to be the same reason. So who is that even-numbered number two? Tell him to come down immediately after admitting defeat. Don't delay the time of the competition."

"..."

At this moment, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the even number two disciple stood out from the crowd.

He was wearing a blue and white Nine Mountains Sect disciple costume, and his handsome face didn't smile much at the moment, but instead had an indescribable stiffness.There are some deviations from the image he usually creates.

When Chad saw it, everyone didn't come back to their senses in the first time.

Only Xie Yunming glanced coldly at his opponent, and this person showed his face most often.

The hypocritical skin has faded away, and there is no fake smile camouflage, as if being held down by something, with a look of being humiliated for the mermaid, but unable to vent his anger and barking incompetently——

"Fu Jiangye, get on stage earlier, and finish the competition sooner."

Xie Yunming's words were indifferent.