Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Mu Anyang was startled, and hurriedly chased after him with his sword.

This time, everyone in the audience was shocked, the female head of the Seven Poison Sect stood up, and Ning Cheng and a dozen or so masters followed without knowing why.

Countless rays of light flashed across the sky in an instant, and from the viewing platform, countless elder guests flew over one after another.

The young disciples below exploded and pushed forward: "What's going on?"

Under the phoenix tree, Ning Duo and Shang Lang glanced at each other when they saw their masters fly into the examination room with their swords, and they both stood up quickly.

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One hour has come, and the bell is ringing.

The examinees whose gu carvings were still alive in front of them were all overjoyed and stopped their hands quickly, but more of the gu carvings were already dead, some were killed by the examinees' knives, some were accidentally detonated by the vitality talisman, Others didn't make it through and bled profusely.

In the entire arena, there was only one person who didn't stop at the sound of the bell, and was still concentrating on the action in hand.

Shang Lang stood in the distance, not daring to squeeze in beside the elders, and tiptoed to look over there: "Junior Brother Ning, what is that Li Qing you are optimistic about doing? Hasn't he already passed the examination?"

Ning Duo quietly looked at the back figure in the center of the crowd, with starlight in his eyes, and said slowly after a while, "Maybe what he cares about is not winning or losing the game."

Shang Lang said "ah" in confusion: "Then, what do you care about?"

Beside, a sharp voice suddenly shouted loudly: "The examination school has rules for the examination school. The time has come, so it's time to stop. Why are you pretending to be mysterious here?"

It was the thin and tall senior brother behind Mu Jiarong, seeing that everyone's eyes were attracted by Yuan Qinghang, he was already jealous in his heart.

He casually drew out the sword in his hand, rushed forward with one step, and slashed across the air: "Look, I will teach you a lesson for the teachers!"

Naturally, he didn't dare to really kill other disciples, the sword move was aimed at the Gu sculpture in front of Yuan Qinghang, but the moment he moved his body, a sword intent was like a rainbow flying from the sky, with vaguely scorching heat, but cold killing intent , suddenly wrapped his whole body.

"Those who disturb the order of the examination room will die." A solemn and clear voice sounded coldly behind him. Although it was not loud, everyone could hear it clearly, "Those who assassinate the examinee will be killed without mercy."

Everyone was looking at Yuan Qinghang attentively, and when they turned their heads to look, they were all taken aback.

Standing behind that man and striking the enemy with a sword, the handsome and solemn man, dressed in white clothes better than snow, is it not Ning Duo, an outstanding disciple of the Cang Qiong Sect?

Those who were a little closer hurriedly dispersed, and just standing nearby could feel chills all over their bodies, and their hairs stood on end.

That mighty sword intent seemed to be slicing the skin of a person finely!

The man from Shennonggu was trembling all over and shouted urgently: "Xiao Xianjun Ning, what are you doing?"

Ning Duo's voice was clear and sweet, but also cold and ruthless: "The Sky Sect presides over the competition, and the maintenance of order is the responsibility of this faction. I don't dare to take responsibility."

"I, I... I was wrong!" The man hurriedly dropped the sword in his hand, but the sword intent behind him did not recede, so he could only call to Mu Anyang tremblingly: "Master..."

Mu Anyang turned his head, and snorted unhappily: "I don't know the rules, and I was taught by the master, so I still have the face to scream?"

Ning Cheng turned his head and frowned slightly at Ning Duo: "Put it down."

Only then did Ning Duo slowly withdraw his sword, lowered his handsome eyes, and took a step back.

The sword energy scattered around suddenly disappeared, and many seniors of the Sword Sect were secretly startled.

Isn't it a young disciple in the early stage of Jindan? Why does this sword edge and sword energy, this coercive spiritual power, seem to be close to the critical point of breaking through?

Ning Wanfeng, who was a teenage alchemist from the Cangqiong Sect, had already shocked the world. Has this generation unexpectedly produced a sword cultivator who is defying the sky?

Ning Cheng shook his head apologetically at Mu Anyang: "I ordered him to be responsible for the safety and order of the examination room, so he was a little too nervous, no wonder Mu Guzhu."

Mu Anyang said lightly: "It's okay. It's really enviable that the Cangqiong Sect has such capable disciples."

The sword intent was raging here, but Yuan Qinghang, who was not far away, seemed not to be affected at all.

In his hand, he was carefully holding a silver knife, and he picked up the last few strands of the Qi machine, cut them off one by one, and then carefully stimulated the weak spiritual energy to seal the bleeding end.

Up to now, even those who don't know medical skills have found something wrong.

For some reason, the qi movement talisman in this Gu carving's body is much smaller than that of others, only about the size of a mung bean.

The smaller size and shrinking lead wire made his operation much more difficult than others, but more sharp-eyed people discovered another strange thing.

This qi movement talisman is not only connected to the heart, but half of it is densely packed, stretching out to the lower abdomen!

After working so hard for too long, Yuan Qinghang's face turned slightly red, and there were some fine beads of sweat on his forehead. There was only one pair of eyes, but they were brighter and more focused, and his hands were still calm.

A group of people had already gathered behind him, including the grandmasters from the viewing platform, some young juniors who didn't know why, and more candidates who were in the same field.

Mu Jiarong followed Mu Anyang, his face turned pale, and he said in a low voice: "Father, why is this happening? He... Does his Gu carving have any other diseases?"

Mu Anyang turned his head to look at him, and said in a deep voice, "Look carefully, and think again."

Mu Jiarong's face flushed, he clenched his white teeth tightly, and his eyes were vaguely ashamed and angry.

When he raised his head, he happened to meet Li Qinghong's eyes next to him.

Li Qinghong stared at him, and suddenly uttered two words silently with his mouth: "Idiot."

Everyone was watching Yuan Qinghang's movements intently, no one noticed his subtle mouth movements, only Mu Jiarong was watching.

He has always been pampered, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he was raised in the palm of his hand. He has never suffered such unreasonable malice, but after all, he has a good family education. He was shocked and angry, and he didn't know how to fight back.

It happened that the field was quiet, and it was not easy to have an attack.In a hurry, his eyes were red with anger.

While everyone was watching, no one interrupted and stopped. Finally, after a long wait, the tweezers in Yuan Qinghang's hand reached into the pool of blood and gently pinched the little thing.

"Ding dong" sounded like a golden jade, and a dark golden energy symbol about the size of a mung bean landed on the white porcelain tray on one side, stained with blood.

But he didn't stop like the other candidates.

He picked up a silver needle, threaded a very thin piece of gut on the tail, and sewed it tightly to the chest cavity of the gu carving, then took out a small pill and fed it into its mouth.

The knowledgeable disciples of the Medicine Sect next to them were all shocked: This pill has a strange fragrance, and the brilliance moves secretly. It is definitely worth a lot, and it is probably far more than the hemostatic powder that Mu Jiarong used for the gu carvings.

It's just that he has already passed the competition, so why give such a good medicine to a dying beast?

The medicine revived, the unconscious Gu Eagle twitched, and the black eyes opened a crack.

It glanced at the onlookers in front of it, and suddenly there was a strange light in its eyes, filled with infinite anger and panic, its four hooves trembled slightly, as if it wanted to use all its strength to escape.

Yuan Qinghang had quick hands and quick eyes, stretched out his hand and gently covered its body, and poured gentle spiritual power into the wound like spring rain: "Don't be afraid, it won't hurt you."

After a pause, he lightly tapped the gu carving's lower abdomen with his fingertips, and said in a low and gentle voice, "I promise, it will be safe and well."

Under his comfort, the Gu Eagle finally calmed down a little, the anger in his eyes slowly dissipated, turning into sadness and pain.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, two drops of crystal tears slowly oozed from its eyes, fell down, and dripped on its ugly body.

Yuan Qinghang stretched out his hand to remove the chains on its limbs, continuously outputting spiritual power from his palm, and gently combed its wound. The gu carving became more and more relaxed, and finally fell asleep drowsily, but the two hind hooves and claws were He guarded his abdomen to death.

Yi Baiyi's face became paler and paler, and he murmured, "I committed a crime... I did it."

Mu Jiarong next to him suddenly widened his eyes in shock, and blurted out: "So that's how it is!"

Standing behind him, Shang Lang listened to his riddles, his heart itching unbearably anxiously: "Young Master Mu, what is the matter! You are very knowledgeable, tell me quickly."

Everyone was already full of curiosity, and they didn't dare to ask the teachers. They all pricked up their ears and stared at Mu Jiarong.

Mu Jiarong's face was very pale, and he murmured after a long while: "Yes...so the air mechanism talisman of this gu carving was attracted to the bottom, because there are things below that need more energy and blood."

Shang Lang scratched his head: "What's down there!"

Ning Duo glanced at him helplessly, and said briefly, "Fetus."

Shang Lang suddenly opened his mouth wide: "Wow!...Oh!"

Even if they don't understand medicine, they finally understand at this moment.

This Gu Eagle is pregnant!

Once life is conceived in the body, it is natural to wish to supply all the essence and blood to the fetus, that's why the qi mechanism shrank so small, and the pulling machine thread took root in the lower abdomen and grew deep into the uterus!

Others only need to peel off the heart, but this young disciple of the Seven Poison Sect needs to peel off the heart and uterus at the same time, and the pulling wire is also thinner and more fragile.

Li Qinghong who was next to him quickly stepped on, presented a silk handkerchief, and said softly: "Brother, it's hard work."

Yuan Qinghang reached out to take it, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and finally noticed the strangeness behind him.

Yo, what kind of large-scale surgery observation scene is this?

The crowd was crowded, he glanced briefly, and saw Ning Duo standing not far away, suddenly smiled, and raised his eyebrows at him in high spirits.

He was wearing a mask, and he looked ordinary at first, but under this smile, many young female cultivators couldn't help but feel a little movement in their hearts: these eyes, when they smiled, were as bright as the sun, as bright as the morning stars.

Ning Duo stood tall, looking at him, seemed to be dazed for a moment, and then lowered his eyes slightly after a long while, and there was no response, and there was no expression on his face.

Yi Baiyi brushed aside the crowd, covered the neck artery of the gu carving with his finger, let go after a while, his face was pale, and he murmured: "...It's been three months. I planted the Qi machine talisman two months ago, but there is no found out she was pregnant."

The master of Baicao Peak smiled and said: "It's just a vicious animal, and it can't be tamed and raised like other spirit beasts. Once caught, it will either die or starve to death. So what if it is pregnant? Or will it give birth to the same child? Little beast."

Yuan Qinghang glanced at him and said, "It's just that I'm used to life in the mountains. Is it a bad animal if you don't accept feeding?"

The Lord of Baicao Peak was confronted face to face by such a junior like him, and he sternly said: "Not only does this vicious animal have no intelligence, it also likes to kill and hunt. It is cruel and vicious by nature, so what is there to regret when it dies?"

Yuan Qinghang looked at him in surprise: "It's true that it's cruel, but it's unnecessary to say it's vicious."

A master of the medicine sect next to him frowned and said, "Why, are you going to speak for this bastard?"

Yuan Qinghang said: "Since we all know that they have no intelligence, how can we say that they are vicious. Lions and tigers fight rabbits, hares eat grass, and people eat rabbits. They are all for survival. No one is more cruel or kind than anyone else." .”

The master flicked his sleeves unhappily: "Strange talk! Of course the human race is nobler than these beasts, otherwise why can the human race be able to control beasts and drive spirits?"

Yuan Qinghang shook his head: "It's a harder fist than someone else's, not a nobler one."

Although he was young and ordinary in appearance, he stood there calmly, talking to the elder masters without any fear of stage fright.

The master of Baicao Peak was angry: "It is a great blessing to be driven by a cultivator, so this kind of beast is insane!"

Yuan Qinghang smiled lightly: "If it is for freedom, life can be thrown away. People are like this, and some animals are the same."

Ning Duo, who was staring at him quietly not far away, was shocked when he heard this sentence, as if he was nailed to the spot by a fixed talisman.

He suddenly took a few steps, and the light in his eyes, which were originally as calm as a lake of gods, also changed. He didn't know whether it was shock or anxiety, joy or sadness.