[Quick Transmigration] Textbook Edition Counterattack Manual

No hurry, no hurry, now is not the time.

Ling Bo comforted himself like this, and then showed a shallow and shy smile.

Standing in front of the boy was the emerald green figure of the young girl, her faint smile was as refreshing as willows in spring, making people unconsciously want to destroy it.

Fu Sheng held the armrest with his fingertips, and there was a slight click sound, he suddenly came back to his senses, pursed his lips to suppress the anger that erupted in his heart.

The young man who sat calmly let go of his hand, and calmly restored the armrest in his hand to its original shape.

"Wait a minute, I'll attack, Ling Bo will defend, Second Junior Brother..." Lin'an glanced at Huai'an's thin body, clenched the hilt of his sword tightly, and said, "You come to assist me, don't let the fish that slipped through the net break through our defense line .”

As soon as the words fell, the voice announcing the start of the match had already fallen. Huai'an stood on the spot, watching Lin'an turn his back and defend Ling Bo one by one. Around the three of them, a barrier of blue thorns was laid, holding a sword in one hand and seeds in the other, ready to defend at any time.

Lin'an's face was cold, and he swung his sword down, forcing an expatriate disciple who was approaching from the opposite side to retreat. His white clothes rustled with the sword energy, and his blue hair fluttered.

Not only did the Great Elder's gaze become a little more appreciative, but the moment he saw Huai'an, his face turned black.

Huai'an followed Lin'an from time to time to help out with his sword. Although he hadn't practiced swordsmanship with Lin'an for a long time, there was still a tacit understanding that should have existed at the beginning. Therefore, under Lin'an's sword, Huai'an made up the sword again. They cleared all the three feet around them.

"My lord, Lin'an's favorability has increased by three points." As soon as the system finished speaking, Huai'an heard Lin'an's panting voice.

"It seems that you have done your homework well in the past few months."

He had a smile on his brows and his crescent moon eyes were shining brightly. When he looked at Huai'an, it was as if a thousand zhangs of stars had opened up, covering the sky and covering the earth.

Huai'an smiled, raised his head and said proudly: "Brother's teaching, Huai'an has never forgotten it, and obeys it every day."

After ten years of teaching, Lin'an unconsciously felt a little distress for his junior.

Seeing that he seemed to have regained his youthful vigor, Lin'an unconsciously thought of the submissiveness and fear he saw in the room that day. He glanced at Immortal Fusheng on the referee's platform, and then quickly withdrew his gaze.

At that moment, he saw the murderous intent and traces of blood in Immortal Fusheng's eyes.

He didn't believe it, and glanced at Fusheng again from the corner of his eye, and as expected, he saw the young man's cool and indifferent appearance, and the boulder hanging high in his heart fell to the ground involuntarily.

At that glance just now, he almost thought that Fu Sheng had become possessed.

Lin'an withdrew his gaze, glanced sideways at the side face of the young man who was serious about defending against the enemy, his heart swelled slightly.

It was as if he had returned to his childhood, he was still only sixteen or seventeen years old, leading a five or six-year-old boy, stumbling and practicing swordsmanship.

The swordsmanship in his hands, every stroke, every horizontal, every vertical bears the traces of his own teaching.

His posture of holding the sword is exactly the same as his own.

Lin'an's gaze softened unconsciously.

Just as Huai'an put down his sword, he heard the system prompt again as expected: "Lin'an's favorability has increased by four points, my lord, you are so amazing."

It's a pity that Master Mozun is not the host of the fast travel love group, otherwise... he would have become the gold medal host long ago.

While thinking about it, Huai'an said to the system lightly, "It's time to start, and it's almost time to end."

The system gave a heavy "En", although it didn't know what Huai'an had done, but soon, it knew what Huai'an had done——

Seeing that there are fewer and fewer disciples in the finals, Lin'an's movements are also getting slower and slower. Countless disciples rush forward, Huai'an assists from time to time, but still can't resist more and more disciples who turn their heads and specifically target them.

The expatriate disciples have already begun to unite against the disciples of the Ukiyo Palace, and now there are six Ukiyo Palace disciples on the entire arena, while there are a total of 22 expatriate disciples!

Even if Ling Bo and Lin An cooperated with the other three Ukishi Palace disciples in the end, they still couldn't resist the wave after wave of attacks.

Now, there are still five remaining disciples of Fushi Palace on the stage, and 13 disciples sent abroad.

The most important thing is that during the sneak attacks by the expatriate disciples, Lin'an's waist, shoulders, arms, etc. were scratched with scars. red.

Huai'an was also wounded, but the scars were not serious, and because of his relatively high cultivation, he was the least injured among all the disciples of the Fushi Palace.

Even Ling Bo has a lot of color on him.

Huai'an glanced at Ling Bo, who was serious about defending others. Her face seemed pale and her body was crumbling, but in fact, Huai'an's spirit could clearly see the spiritual power in her dantian. He narrowed his eyes slightly, holding the sword He forced back an expatriate disciple who was attacking Lin'an, and stood on the edge of the barrier to block Lin'an's body. At the same time, another disciple rushed forward, carrying all his spiritual power with the tip of the sword, extremely violent.

Huai'an took a step back, but his footsteps suddenly staggered, and he staggered towards the disciple, his chest approaching the point of the opponent's sword.

Ling Bo, who was hidden in the enchantment, had his eyes brightened, suppressed the smile on his lips, and cheered like a gong beating a drum with joy in his heart.

She could almost foresee the appearance of the opponent's blood splattered on the spot.

Three meters, two meters, one meter.

The tip of the sword was getting closer and closer, Huai An seemed to have just recovered, and hurriedly took out the sword to block it, but it was too late.

The man's sword had already broken through his body's defenses, the dark black cloth was cut by the sword energy, and the sharp end was about to penetrate his chest, Huai'an even felt a dull pain.

The armrest of the seat suddenly turned into ashes, and Fusheng stood up abruptly, the blood in his eyes flashed.

In the blink of an eye, the man's body suddenly stopped moving forward, a mouthful of blood spit out from his mouth, his pupils dilated unnaturally, and he stood stiffly in place.

Huaian took a step back.

The man lost his support and fell to the ground in an instant, completely out of breath.

All the Nascent Soul cultivators present stood up involuntarily, bursts of gigantic laughter came from all directions, with arrogance and arrogance, pouring down the coercion, the disciples in the finals of the arena were defeated and fell down and were seriously injured , and those with low cultivation bases have no breath at all.

Huai'an also spat out a mouthful of blood, but he escaped the catastrophe because he quickly returned to the enchantment that Ling Bo had set up. He didn't seem to see Ling Bo's dark eyes, but was earnestly outputting spiritual power to help Ling Bo resist the attack. The coercion that fell from the sky.

Ling Bo's face darkened, and he felt a little hatred in his heart.

Don't come early, don't come late, but why come at this time! ! !

It would be great if Huai An died! ?

She glanced at the ignorant Huai An, and a trace of malice flashed in her eyes—it doesn't matter, she still has a chance.

Thinking of this, she suddenly heard a hearty and arrogant smile, the voice was like a knife, cutting towards the monk's ears, it was deafening.

"In a prosperous age that is rare in a hundred years, why don't you all invite me to the Demon Flame Sect!?"