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

On the stage, Fu Jiangye no longer remembered how he got up there.

He has always regarded Xie Yunming as an opponent, but as an opponent, Fu Jiangye does not appreciate Xie Yunming. He thinks that Xie Yunming acts alone, even if he is powerful and not popular, he will eventually end up as a widow. help.

But now, it is Xie Yunming, not him, who is expected by everyone.

I don't know when it started, but the voices of approval around him became less and less, while more and more people agreed with Xie Yunming.Even just now, before he took the stage, there was endless ridicule from the surroundings.

When did Xie Yunming break through the out-of-body period?Isn't his talent just at the level that was revealed earlier?

Fu Jiangye suddenly felt at a loss.

He once thought that Xie Yunming's talent was comparable to his own, and that's why they could be as famous among the heaven's favored sons.

And Fu Jiangye's current cultivation is only at the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

In fact, with Fu Jiangye's current age and talent, he is considered outstanding among his peers, but compared with Xie Yunming who is out of his body, he is like the light of fireflies competing with the sun and the moon.

"噗——!" The sound of the sword being unsheathed sounded, and it was extremely clear in this square world.

The coercion of monks in the out-of-body period spread all over the arena.

Xie Yunming is about to make a move.

Fu Jiangye subconsciously raised the spiritual fan in his hand, making a gesture of resistance.

He has fought against Xie Yunming countless times, and he is no stranger to Xie Yunming's swordsmanship.

But when the sword energy of Bing Linggen sword cultivator swept over his body, the biting frost almost froze his eyelashes instantly.

In the depths of Fu Jiangye's pupils, the reflected sword light was overwhelming.And, there was a strong murderous intent mixed in that sword intent, as if a sharp blade had already stuck to his neck.

Cold and sharp.

Fu Jiangye's fingers clenched the fan handle of the natal spiritual weapon, his knuckles were so hard that they turned white, he knew clearly that he should make a defensive move at this moment.

To spread spiritual power into the jade bone fan as before——

But the spiritual power in the body seemed to be frozen by the frost, and it didn't listen to it at all.

"laugh!"

Fu Jiangye heard the sound of the sword cutting through flesh and blood, and strands of cold air also eroded along the wound, and finally it was the pain.

What the sword cut through was Fu Jiangye's flesh and blood.

But Fu Jiangye's senses were extremely dull, probably because his skin and flesh were frozen stiff by the icy sword energy.

"If it weren't for the ring..." The mocking words disappeared after halfway through.

Fu Jiangye raised his eyelids with difficulty. Before he was knocked off the ring, he saw Xie Yunming's lips.

——If it wasn't for the ring, you would have died long ago.

"boom--!"

Fu Jiangye fell to the ground outside the arena, he was panting with difficulty, just one move, he and Xie Yunming's group arena match, he didn't even have the strength to fight back when they met each other.

With Fu Jiangye's Nascent Soul's mid-term strength, he shouldn't lose so ugly.

However, he lost the group arena in such an exhausted state.

It was too late to admit defeat, and there was no chance to admit defeat, and the pride and self-esteem buried in Fu Jiangye's heart also did not allow him to admit defeat at the beginning.

"when--!"

The referee rang the bell with spiritual power, and declared the end of this unsuspecting group arena match.

Fu Jiangye was lying on the ground, feeling that his internal organs were about to shift positions, and they were squeezed together, oppressing his heart.

Maybe it's because they have never seen their elder brother in such a state of distress. The disciples of Jiuyue Sect only cared about being surprised at the moment, and didn't go up to help him in time.

"Fellow Daoist, can you still stand up by yourself? If you can, please stand up and come over here to receive treatment from our Medicine King Valley." Seeing this, a disciple of Medicine King Valley stood not far away asked at the mouth.

At this time, the other disciples of Jiuyue Sect stepped forward one after another as if they had just woken up from a dream.Surrounded the injured Fu Jiangye.He hesitated and couldn't speak a complete sentence.

In the end, Lin Su, who was pushed to the front by everyone, stepped forward reluctantly, "Senior Brother Fu, are you okay?"

After she came to East Peak, there was some rift between Fu Jiangye and Fu Jiangye didn't dote on her like he used to in Jiuyuemen, and he didn't even help her when he saw her being reprimanded by his master.

It's impossible for Lin Su to be like the caring senior brother Fu Jiangye who had no grievances before.

But with so many people watching at the moment, it's not easy for Lin Su to turn against Fu Jiangye directly.After all, he was also a senior fellow student for so many years.

"……fine."

Fu Jiangye barely supported his body from the ground. When Xie Yunming attacked him, although he was spared due to the rules of the group arena, his life was spared, but the sword was not mixed with any water at all. The sword in the state period is enough for him to eat a pot.

It's just that physical injuries can never compare to the pain in Fu Jiangye's heart.

People around looked at him.It is no longer the admiration and love that it used to be, but a bit of pity is vaguely revealed.

——Only when looking at the weak, people's eyes will be filled with pity.

It shouldn't be like this!

It can't be like this!

He has maintained his superficial poise and demeanor for more than ten years.It cannot all collapse today.

Fu Jiangye suppressed the bloody breath in his throat, and told him rationally that he should say at this moment, Xie Yunming is worthy of being a monk in the out-of-body period, and he has benefited a lot from the sword today.

Benefit ass!

A few traces of scarlet blood faintly appeared in Fu Jiangye's eyes.

He almost couldn't control the jealous thoughts in his heart because of the huge gap.Especially the one who defeated him with just one move was his old enemy Xie Yunming.

Fu Jiangye can pretend to be calm in front of anyone and take a step back, and praise the opposite person higher for the sake of socializing.

Only when facing Xie Yunming, Fu Jiangye couldn't say those compliments, he could only mock Xie Yunming.

Fu Jiangye took a deep breath, put his finger on the wound where he was injured, and showed a smile that was more forced than crying, "You don't have to worry, brothers and sisters. It’s all because of being unprepared to suffer such injuries.”

"..." The people around listened to his words, and unconsciously looked at the direction of the black-robed sword repairman on the ring.

After knocking Fu Jiangye off the ring, the black-robed sword repairer withdrew his spirit sword lightly, and walked off the ring without the slightest bit of nostalgia.It seemed that just now—the sword in his hand was just the most common move.

The gap between Xie Yunming and Fu Jiangye, but any monk with eyes, or a mortal with eyes, can clearly see the gap between the two.

"If it's just a minor injury...do you still want to heal the wound?"

The first person to break the subtle atmosphere of silence was the Yaowanggu disciple who asked Fu Jiangye if he could stand up by himself.

This Yaowanggu disciple was wearing a light green Yaowanggu disciple costume, exuding a pure and clean aura, and his black pupils were a little dazed, as if he was just discussing the matter.

But precisely because of the unintentional words of this Yaowanggu disciple, it was more like a resounding slap to Fu Jiangye's face.

So what if the scene is spoken nicely?

The injuries he suffered were still so severe that he needed the disciples of Yaowanggu to heal him.

And after letting the doctor examine the injury, it is obvious that the extent of the injury cannot be concealed.

Fu Jiangye's complexion sank little by little. In the end, he didn't say anything, turned and left the direction of the ring. "I won't bother fellow Taoists from the Medicine King Valley."

He could not heal this injury at the side of Yaowanggu disciples.

After Fu Jiangye left, the Yaowanggu disciple looked at the senior sister next to him with a puzzled face, and asked, "Master, this is what you often say, do you want to save face and suffer?" The injury is clearly serious."

The sword energy of the Ice Spirit Root Sword Cultivator during the out-of-body period not only hurt the flesh, but must also hurt the meridians. It is not easy to treat.

"Who cares about him, he doesn't care about it himself, it's not your fate if you care so much about what to do." Gu Zhiqing said lazily.

"Oh." The disciple of Medicine King Valley nodded with comprehension.It's not that he must chase after Fu Jiangye's ass to treat others. There are still many patients who cooperate with the treatment here, such as the polite disciple of the Buddhist sect.

In the arena, the competition is still going on.

After Xie Yunming defeated Fu Jiangye, two more equally matched disciples went up. The two fought back and forth, unlike the previous two finals of the group arena. , All the games are crushing games.

I have to say, this kind of competition between you and me is quite beautiful.The spiritual power scrolls the spell, and the brilliance it brings is crackling like a special effect.

Chu Yan watched it wonderfully.

Compared with Chu Yan's serious mood of watching the competition, the other disciples in the auditorium seemed a little anxious. They were all waiting for the competition between Xie Yunming and that Wujimen disciple, and they didn't want to watch other people.

This state until the end of the first round of the group arena finals.Half of the people were eliminated, the original one hundred and eighty people advanced to the competition and the remaining 90 people, and the ones who got the blank lottery, there were still [-] people to advance to the second round of competition.

Ninety—person is an odd number.

That is to say, in the second round of the competition, when the lottery is drawn to determine the competition opponents of each contestant, there will be a very lucky son of the Chosen who will draw an empty lot, and thus be lucky enough to advance to the bye!

The remaining participating disciples could not help but pray in their hearts, hoping that they would be the lucky one.

Chu Yan also followed suit and prayed in his heart.

He hoped that the person who got the blank lottery was his senior brother, so that his senior brother could have a rest and recharge his batteries.

Metaphysics has always been erratic.

"When—!" The referee rang the bell, and then said, "The second round of the group arena finals has begun to draw lots. Disciples who are qualified for the second round, please pay attention to the marks on the top of your heads. Disciples who have drawn empty lots, You can come to the side of the trial seat to rest for a while."

"God bless, it will soon be my turn to get an empty lottery."

"Using all the juniors under my sect who have been single for ten years, I will get this empty lottery for my senior sister."

"Empty sign, wishing empty sign. When will it be my turn to wait for such a good thing?"

Words like broken thoughts mixed with prayers came from the side. This is the ardent dream of the participating disciples.

Chu Yan was sitting next to Mi Xuzi, his master teacher, and felt embarrassed that he couldn't do such a thing as saying the words of prayer.

Therefore, he could only read silently in his heart.

Chu Yan: "..."

Empty lottery - it will definitely fall on top of my senior brother!

"brush--!"

Ninety—a golden mark turned into a stream of light, and flew from the floating mark in the referee's hand to the tops of the disciples participating in the second round.

Under the eyes of everyone, the location of the empty sign is particularly eye-catching——

The sword cultivator in black robes stood in front of the crowd, exuding an aura of indifference that should not be approached by strangers all over his body. Zhang Junmei seemed to have noticed the strangeness, and slightly raised his eyes to look at the top of his head.

—The imprint of a blank lottery is shining on his head, announcing to the audience that he is the lucky one.

"Fuck!! Am I blind? Why did I get Jianzong Xie Yunming with an empty lottery!"

"Damn it, I have calculated thousands of times, but I didn't count that Jianzong Xie Yunming might also get an empty lottery and not compete on stage."

"According to what you said, the Wujimen disciple may also get an empty lottery..."

"Who is the lucky disciple who got an empty lottery in the last round? Why doesn't he continue this good luck? The disciple who let Xie Yunming draw the Wuji gate, I'll wait for them to compete." It's been ten-years."

"The disciple who got an empty lottery in the last round... looks, seems, probably Xie Yunming's fellow apprentice, the one who came out of the maze teleportation array with a lot of love flowers and Xie Yunming in his hands. "

"Ah, the luck of their senior brothers is too good? It's really enviable."

"..."

No matter what the people around you say about the result of the lottery, the second round of lottery has already been drawn, which cannot be changed.

Precisely because the lottery cannot be changed, when Xie Yunming walked towards the trial seat under the urging of the referee, his face was full of gloom.

He should not have drawn a blank lottery.

If the total number of participants is an odd number, according to his junior brother - Bu Dengtian's luck, the one who draws the blank lottery should be his junior brother Chu Yan.

But at this moment, the person whom Xie Yunming cared about got up from the seat of the trial seat and walked towards him briskly. — Zhang’s finely carved jade face was filled with joy, and he looked very happy.

"Senior brother and brother."

The two ran into each other on the way back and forth, Chu Yan smiled so much that he rolled his eyes, called his senior twice carefree, and then said congratulatory words, "Congratulations, senior, for winning the lottery, senior is really lucky. "

Xie Yunming looked at his happy face, and his emotions turned into helplessness, "There is nothing to congratulate, this empty lottery should fall on your head."

He has never had any good luck, his luck will only lead him to a dead end.

And Xie Yunming has also personally verified the fate of the "blood disaster" calculated by his master Qingxuzi for more than 20 years. Apart from meeting his junior brother, this is the only thing he can count as lucky.

Chu Yan was happy that the wish he had secretly poked in his heart came true, and when he heard Xie Yunming say this, he pretended to be natural and comforted him, "Hey brother, don't underestimate yourself, there is a saying that is good, Fengshui takes turns Turn around, good luck should fall on your head."

But Xie Yunming, who heard Chu Yan's words, was not comforted by him, but the wrinkles between his brows deepened a bit.

Feng Shui takes turns, this sentence is too much a pun.

If his luck improved, wouldn't his junior brother's luck worsen?

For some reason, Xie Yunming had a bad feeling in his heart.

"The second round of the group arena finals, the first round, even number six—"

Hearing the referee's words, Xie Yunming felt that his eyelids almost twitched uncontrollably.

Suddenly he raised his head and looked at the number above his junior brother's head.

A huge imprint of the word "Lu" shone brightly above Chu Yan's head.

The even-numbered number six was the number drawn by Xie Yunming in the first round of competition.

In the second round of competition, the person who got this number was Chu Yan.

"Fight against even-numbered number four." The referee raised his voice and finished the following words.

Who is the even number four?

Among the ninety final disciples left, the person with the imprint of "四" on his head was wearing the costume of a Wujimen disciple.

His brows and expressions were wanton, and he was looking straight at the opponent who was drawn in the same match with him at the moment.

This person is none other than the disciple of the Five Extremes Sect who was out of his body, and one of the Six Kings of Desolation and Void—Qi.

When he saw clearly who he was competing with, the smile on the corner of Kai's lips almost couldn't be concealed, he didn't expect that he would win the young master of the human Chu family in this competition.

Although Luo Lao asked him to seriously injure Xie Yunming, who was in the out-of-body stage, Qi himself was more interested in the young master of the Chu family on the human side.

It is said that the blood of the Chu family of the human race can create a formation that restrains the Na-clan, which is exactly the news that Lao Luo and the others are eager to get.

And as the desolate Six Kings, Qi had heard a more daring rumor a long time ago.That-race was originally human bloodline tens of thousands of years ago, and it was not until later that the ancient bloodline in the body was awakened to return to the ancestral form.

If the blood of the Chu family of the human race can restrain the Na-clan, it means that, according to the rumors, the original blood of the Na-clan is inseparable from the Chu family of the human race.

I really want to tear open the body of the young master of the Chu family and take out his blood to see if those obscure ancient rumors are true or not.

The malice that flowed out of Qi's eyes was almost turned into substance, and he looked at Chu Yan more and more without concealing it, greedy, murderous, and still a little bit of exploration and curiosity.

Chu Yan's scalp was numb from the naked stare. He didn't expect that after he couldn't draw the empty lottery, he would shake himself out in the first match - a lunatic, or a man whose strength was coming out of his body period madman.

What a shame.

Chu Yan didn't even need to think about it. Looking at the direction of the referee, he planned to abstain on the spot to save his life. He was very sure of his own strength. Moreover, if he suffered a little injury, the life-saving Gu would expand to a hundred times more than pass it to Xie Yunming body.

This must not be allowed to happen.

"Referee, I—" want to abstain! !

Chu Yan raised his voice in the direction of the referee and was about to finish a title when he was suddenly interrupted by a sudden dark force.

The killing intent in that dark force was too direct, intertwined with the malice that was brewing in the heart of that person before, and poured into Chu Yan's perception turbulently.

It must not tolerate--

"bass--!"

The Heavenly Compassion Sword sealed in the white jade scabbard.Unsheathed like a flash of thunder, the sword light pierced the air, cutting off the dark energy attacking Chu Yan.

At that moment, Chu Yan's desire to survive and the emotion of the Tianmin sword almost merged together. When the Tianmin sword came out of its sheath automatically, and the hilt flowed into his palm, Chu Yan held it without hesitation.

- An undeniable force came from the blade of the Tianmin Sword, pulling Chu Yan to the top of the ring.

"Hmm." Chu Yan was a little confused by this sudden change.

"Huh?" He, how did he come up just now?

But in the eyes of outsiders, it is another scene——

As Xie Yunming's junior brother Chu Yan, even though he knew that he was unlucky to get the disciple of Wuji Sect whose strength was at the out-of-body stage, he still faced this purgatory-like competition with a very calm expression.

Including his smooth and flowing sword-drawing movements before going into the ring.Under the traction of spiritual power, the natal spirit sword directly came out of the scabbard, and obediently fell into Chu Yan's hands.

"Wow, I thought that this disciple whose strength was in the Foundation Establishment Stage would abstain. I didn't expect him to stand up calmly and fearlessly."

"My God, my strength is at the golden core stage, but if I get that Wujimen disciple, I will tell the referee that I want to abstain before the start of the competition."

"I'm in the Nascent Soul stage, and I want to abstain too..."

"..."

The disciples of other sects in the auditorium all exclaimed. They were not only shocked by the unlucky luck of the Foundation Establishment Stage disciple in the ring, but also shocked by his courage.

After Wu Jiu, a disciple of the Buddhist sect who was strong in the Nascent Soul Stage, was defeated by a disciple of the Wuji Sect, this disciple of the Foundation Establishment Stage still had the courage to fight on stage...

This foundation building disciple is really lonely and brave! !

As expected of being the junior brother of Xie Yunming, the first disciple of the Sword Sect, even if his cultivation base is a little lower, his ambition is not low...

However, although--

Can he really come down from the ring unharmed?

"Is he stupid? This strength is three big realms behind. Isn't it just death to be on stage?"

In the auditorium, a young man in Chinese clothes and a gold-plated mask sat down on his ass. After seeing the situation above the ring clearly, he said a lot of words of hatred blurted out.

Chu Que was almost stunned to death by the behavior of the Tianmai heir on the stage in front of him.

Yes, death rather than submission is an extremely noble virtue.But the mere group arena of martial arts competition, why didn't it reach this point?

If you can't beat it, can't you still hide it?

Do you have to hit a stone with a pebble or hit an iron wall with your head?

"No, I'm going to send a message to go back and talk to that side later..." Chu Que muttered to himself, and he consciously swallowed the remaining half of the sentence.

The Tianmai of the Cloud Realm is completely hopeless, and the only heirs who have inherited the bloodline are not smart. It seems that their Tianmai will bear the guidance of fate alone.

Chu Que kept his expressionless face, these thoughts kept swirling in his mind, and his eyes were fixed on the direction of the ring.

A "Dang-!" bell rang after Chu Yan's figure stood still on the ring.

The barrier around the arena rose spontaneously, isolating the two people who were about to compete in the barrier.

The competition is about to begin.