Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

But the air around everyone seemed to freeze for a moment.

The windows in the entire hall were suddenly opened wide, and there was a gust of wind, within the reach of the naked eye, a faint circular formation quietly appeared, and corruption filled every inch of space in the formation.

Countless bones of wild beasts broke through the ground from the distant mountains and forests, covered with flesh and blood, with a dead air, rushed into the window, and rushed towards everyone present!

With a whistling sound from the sword in Ning Cheng's hand, his spiritual power surged instantly. With a swipe far away, Wan Dao Huaguang faced the dead objects.

But this short breath is enough.

The dusty figure was like a ghost, reaching out his arms, hugging Yuan Qinghang's small body, and grabbing him by his side.

The monks of Xianzong in the hall were all trembling with fright, and retreated crazily. Someone's voice trembled and whispered: "Rotten bones are called to the formation, it's him, it's him!..."

In the bloody wind, the man in gray stood tall and thin, with an aloof posture: "The majestic Sword Master, using this kind of method against a child, is so majestic and majestic."

Ning Cheng's white clothes fluttered, and he jumped down from the side of the stairs, his eyes were cold: "I can't do anything too much for demons like you."

The man in gray looked down at Yuan Qinghang's feet, and said indifferently: "It's a pity that this method is not enough."

Following the words, he suddenly stretched out a finger and drew a rune in the air, and a faint blue flame suddenly ignited at the fingertips.

The man shouted in a low voice: "Disease!"

The rune melted when it met the fire, and the flame flew up and landed on Yuan Qinghang's feet.

The gray-clothed man pinched his fingers weakly, and the spiritual power originally attached to the shackles suddenly let out a sharp "sizzling" sound.

In an instant, the talisman was defeated, and the shackles had been broken by his fingers!

Shang Lang exclaimed, his eyes widened in shock: This is a magic talisman attached to the imprint of the master's golden core consciousness. How powerful should his cultivation be if he removes it lightly?

The man in gray said lightly to Yuan Qinghang: "You can go."

Yuanqing Hang Yao glanced at Mu Xiaoqi, and suddenly smiled at Ning Cheng: "Immortal Elder, aren't you going to give me back the magic weapon that you stole from me?"

The other monks around looked at each other with strange expressions on their faces.

Although the Mozong demon will take things if they take them away, but it is ugly enough to be asked for by a child pointing his nose like this.

Ning Cheng's face was slightly green, but he really took his bracelet, and he couldn't explain it, so he said calmly after a long while: "That bracelet was given to you by someone else."

Yuan Qinghang's small face was full of surprise: "Wow, I didn't give it to you. Besides, why did you even take my own one away?"

He turned his head and complained softly to the man in gray: "It was left to me by my uncle, and I have been wearing it since I was a child."

The man in gray glanced at him: "No matter how expensive things are, the golden core masters of the Cang Qiong sect will snatch them. I am weak, so who is to blame?"

These words seem to be blaming Yuan Qinghang, but the meaning of ridicule is so full that it will overflow.

Yuan Qinghang nodded: "That's right, I should take it back myself."

He turned his head and said loudly to Shang Lang who was watching from a distance: "Little brother, does your master love you?"

Shang Lang was watching enthusiastically, when he suddenly called his name, he said in astonishment: "What?... I love you so much."

Yuan Qinghang was naive and said with a smile: "Then tell your master to return my things to me."

Shang Lang: "..."

It's none of his business, can he still order Master? ?

Yuan Qinghang sighed: "Just now I accidentally spilled some poison into your soup. Since your master loves you, you have to return the bracelet to me, or you will die."

Shang Lang was stunned: "...W-what?"

A disciple of Shennonggu suddenly shouted: "Don't believe him, this little liar loves to deceive people the most!"

Mu Xiaoqi looked at Yuan Qinghang with a complicated expression, wanted to say something, but held back.

Mu Qinghui walked up to Shang Lang hurriedly, stretched out his hand to take his pulse, and frowned after a while: "Not at all..."

Yuan Qinghang cut him off with a smile: "Little brother, take a deep breath."

Shang Lang inhaled forcefully involuntarily, suddenly his nose felt hot, and as soon as he lowered his head, a stream of bright red blood gushed out of his nasal cavity, dripping onto the ground in strings.

Ning Cheng's pupils shrank suddenly, and he turned to look at Yuan Qinghang, his voice was extremely angry: "It's really vicious and sinister, if you dare to hurt a hair on him, I'll tear you to pieces."

Yuan Qinghang grinned: "It's easy to say, you give me back my things, and I'll give him the antidote."

Ning Cheng gritted his teeth, took out Yuan Qinghang's original bracelet, and threw it in the face: "Take it!"

Yuan Qinghang reached out to take it, but still said: "There is still one, and that is mine."

Holding the sword in his hand, Ning Cheng's eyes were full of murderous aura for a moment, as if he wanted to violently hurt someone.

The man in gray on the opposite side sneered, his fingers curled slightly, and the ghost formation around him loomed again.

Ning Cheng caught sight of Shang Lang's face covered in blood from the corner of his eye, suppressed his anger, took out the remaining one, and said slowly, "Don't let me see you again, or I will kill you next time." A pair of arms."

Yuan Qinghang took the bracelet, put it on his wrist happily, and then said to Mu Qinghui: "This uncle, he is indeed not poisoned."

The corners of Mu Xiaoqi's mouth twitched slightly, he held back his smile, and lowered his head.

Yuan Qinghang said with a smile: "When I was talking to him, I flicked some colorless and odorless powder towards his nose. If there is a small wound in the nose, it will bleed."

Mu Xiaoqi glanced at Shang Lang, took out a cloth handkerchief from his bosom, and handed it to him wordlessly.

Shang Lang hurriedly took it, wiped the blood from his nose in a hurry, and jumped angrily: "Where did the wound come from in my nose!"

Yuan Qinghang shook his head and said: "Everyone has a wound in their nose, but you can't see it."

Just now this young man came over to greet him enthusiastically, his tongue was obviously slightly white and his lips were dry.

At first glance, it looks like it usually has rich clothes and fine food, but now it suddenly goes hunting in the mountains and forests. The nasal mucosa of ordinary people is dry and often has small damage, let alone this kind of running around in the wild and hot inside.

Just trick him into inhaling hard enough to burst a few capillaries, and the powder will do the trick.

The disciples of Shennonggu next to him felt a chill, and several people rushed to shout: "Master, let's talk about it, this little devil is so cunning, he deceives people like drinking water!"

Mu Qinghui smiled: "I'm not academically proficient, so don't blame others. He didn't really do anything wrong."

Yuan Qinghang felt very fond of this gentle fairy immediately, and said with a smile, "Uncle, you are good at medicine, just give him some cool and fire-removing medicine."

Mu Qinghui reached out and wiped Shang Lang's nose lightly, raised it to his eyes, and nodded to Ning Cheng: "No problem."

Yuan Qinghang turned around, hid behind the man in gray, and raised his hand at Mu Xiaoqi in the distance, reluctantly saying, "I'm leaving."

Mu Xiaoqi looked at him quietly, and looked at the lost and recovered bracelet on his wrist, with a shimmer in her clear eyes.

A pair of pale eyes of the man in gray swept across the crowd, and when he opened his hands, yellow talismans flew up all over the sky, and the cold phosphorous fire blazed, reflecting the entire front hall extremely dazzlingly.

When the phosphorous fire was burnt out and extinguished, the teleportation array slowly dissipated, leaving only a bloody atmosphere around. The grass and trees outside the window were still verdant just now, but now they have all withered and countless leaves are withered and yellow.

And the figures of that person and Yuan Qinghang have completely disappeared.

……

Passing through the eyes of the teleportation array, looking up, he returned to the vaguely familiar area of ​​the Demon Sect.

Yuan Qinghang lay listlessly on the back of the man in gray, and the scenery around him retreated with the man's speed. Soon, the two of them walked out of the dense forest.

At the side of the valley, before a fork in the road, the footsteps of the man in gray stopped.

He turned his face and silently looked at the little head protruding from his shoulder.

Yuan Qinghang asked in a low voice: "Are you tired from carrying?"

The gray-clothed man's face was as stiff as a dead man's, and his cold eyes fixed on him: "Don't ask who I am?"

Yuan Qinghang blinked: "...Aren't you Uncle Ji?"

The man in gray glared at him, not knowing whether to be angry or surprised.

He reached out and brushed his face, and the lifelike human skin fell off quietly, revealing a handsome and indifferent face under the mask.

His eyes are light and his face is clear and hale. He looks about 40 to [-] years old, but there is a slight hint of worry between his brows and eyes.

As the mask was taken off, his ambiguous voice just now also changed, and it could be said to be deep and sweet: "How did you recognize it was me?"

Yuan Qinghang's dark eyes were full of innocence: "The attack is a huge ghost formation, and one person beats the masters of the sword sect to the ground, except Ji Banxia, ​​who is the right protector of the Mozong and who is best at formation spells and seals. Is there anyone else?"

It's true that this person's attack was so powerful, but it's not necessarily true that he beat up the master of Jianzong.

Yuan Qinghang's words are half sincere and half flattering, but they can be heard in the ears, and of course they are very useful.

The coldness in the gray-clothed man's eyes finally faded: "You're smart now, why are you acting like an idiot?"

Yuan Qinghang lowered his head obediently, and readily admitted: "I'm still young, so I won't do it in the future."

Ji Banxia heard him quarreling with Ning Cheng just now, and thought he was going to continue to argue, but he didn't expect him to admit his mistakes so readily, so the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "Young? I think you are quite courageous."

Yuan Qinghang took a peek at him: "Uncle Ji, when you get back to Aunt Hong, can you not mention this?"

Ji Banxia said lightly: "You are injured, ask her to show you."

Yuan Qinghang hurriedly raised the small medicine bottle in his hand: "It's okay, I took the breath-adjusting and healing medicine. It's very precious, and Aunt Hong made it herself!"

As soon as he raised his hand, the bracelet that Mu Xiaoqi gave him on his wrist was exposed again.

Ji Banxia frowned, and stretched out his hand to grab his wrist: "What kind of broken thing is it worth fighting against the Golden Core master for it?"

Yuan Qinghang curled his lips: "What's the matter with Jindan masters, can they bully the old, young, sick and disabled without reason?"

Ji Banxia said lightly: "In this world, the weak are prey to the strong, who will reason with you?"

Just as he was talking, his eyes narrowed, he held the bracelet in front of his eyes, and took a closer look.

After looking back and forth for a while, he suddenly raised his hand and threw Mu Xiaoqi's bracelet to the ground hard!

Yuan Qinghang screamed, seeing the bracelet shatter instantly, and suddenly, his mouth opened wide.

The wooden shell was torn apart, revealing another bracelet inside, which was overflowing with brilliance and flowed faintly under the moonlight.

Such a familiar light!

He tremblingly raised his other hand and leaned over.

The two bracelets are exactly the same.

It's not gold or jade, it's as wide as a finger, and in the hollowed-out gap, two perfectly round orbs complement each other, emitting a dazzling light under the moonlight.

Yuan Qinghang was so shocked that he couldn't speak: "Uncle Ji, you, look——"

Ji Banxia's eyes were serious, she moved her fingers lightly, drew a rune and pasted it on, the bracelet shimmered, and suddenly it snapped together.

The broken runes were automatically connected, and the spiritual power flowed freely in it. The two beads drifted away, leaning close together as if reunited after a long absence.

The two bracelets merged into one!

Ji Banxia looked at this brand new bracelet over and over again, and murmured for a while: "What a pity, what a pity!"

Yuan Qinghang leaned over his head: "What's the matter?"

Ji Banxia pointed to the interface: "Originally there was a wonderful miniature formation, but a piece was missing here."

Sure enough, the runes there were particularly dim, and every time the brilliance flowed here, it stopped abruptly.

Yuan Qinghang asked curiously: "If there is no shortage, what will happen?"

Ji Banxia said: "The rune is incomplete, it's hard for me to deduce it. But the material is very precious, and the rune is also exquisite. The person who refined it must have a lot of experience in the microcarving formation."

A pair of ancient spirit beads, when separated, one belongs to fire, which can warm and nourish the meridians; the other belongs to water, which can suppress the dry fire in the heart.

It's just that I don't know what kind of miraculous effect it will have if it is intact.

Yuan Qinghang fiddled with the two beads: "Is this a male and a female? Why are they so close?"

Ji Banxia rolled his eyes at him: "Pearls don't have male and female."

"Oh, I think they are quite intimate, like a pair of fateful mandarin ducks reunited after a long absence." Yuan Qinghang muttered, "But why is half of the bracelet my uncle gave me in someone else's place?"

Ji Banxia pondered and said: "This kind of thing should have been refined by the great master of the fairy world many years ago. It must have been lost. Your uncle and someone else got one each. It's a coincidence."

He carefully put away the well-fitting bracelet, put it on Yuan Qinghang's wrist again, stretched out his hand to draw a little, and covered it with a layer of blinding talismans: "Wear it carefully, don't show it casually in front of others."

Yuan Qinghang touched the bracelet that had become dusty again, feeling strange in his heart.

Ji Banxia grabbed him by the collar, threw him on his back to support him, and ran back with a muffled sound.

After a while he said, "Come with me."

Yuan Qinghang hugged his neck tightly with a pair of small hands, stared at the bracelet on his wrist, and whispered: "Aunt Hong is teaching me medical skills, and I am still far behind."

"Forget it. I can't learn from her to be ruthless, but I have learned all the benevolence of women." Ji Banxia said lightly.

Yuan Qinghang half-closed his eyes and muttered sleepily: "No... I'm super fierce."

The author has something to say:

Yuan Bao: Traveling in the rivers and lakes is all about cheating. My style and my show are amazing.

Today is another day of cheating success, happy~~~~

Xiao Li: Brother Young Master is coming back, ahhhhhh!happy too~~~

Xiaoqi: Not happy.