Master, do you touch your tail? [Transmigration Book]

At the moment Duan Zhiyuan and the others fell into the flames, Shen Guantang stood up suddenly.

The little fox in his arms pricked up its ears, narrowed its eyes slightly, and quickly flashed an unkind light.

Shen Guantang's muscles collapsed, and just when he was about to make a move, the blazing flames suddenly froze, but upon closer inspection, a layer of ice as thin as a cicada's wings spread up, forcibly giving the flames wrapped up.

But in an instant, the ice layer shattered, and the flames in the ice also shattered along with the ice layer.

The three people who reappeared on the stage, Huan Ru's neatly bundled hair spread out, covering his shoulders and back, the folding fan in his hand had been put away, and the gaze opposite him was extremely cold, he turned his gaze slightly, Glancing at the golden core stage monk outside the formation, a stream of light flashed quickly in his eyes.

Xu Lingjing coughed a few times, he held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and the long sword barely supported his body.

His body was tattered, and large red marks could still be seen on the grooves of his clothes, probably from being burned.

The best situation among the three is Duan Zhiyuan.

When Duan Zhiyuan stepped onto the ring, he was wearing a light blue dress. For convenience, the cuffs were narrowed and the hem was cut short.

And his belt, wrists, ankles, and even his neck were all under Ye Li's "threatening" eyes, and he put on defensive instruments such as waist pendants, bracelets, anklets, jade pendants, etc., just to worry He lost his life in the disciple competition.

Ye Li and Xu Lingjing had the same idea, in short, as long as it was someone other than Chuiyun Peak, she would not trust her.

Thanks to those defensive weapons this time, Duan Zhiyuan looked slightly better, but not much better, his face was flushed, probably because he was roasted.

Half of the lower edge of the hem of the clothes was burned off, and the edge was scorched black. The long sword in his hand was covered with frost.

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The monks who can stand on this ring are not ignorant masters. Originally, the defensive magic weapons that Ye Li helped Duan Zhiyuan pick out were not very eye-catching, and others would just take them as ordinary accessories. In addition, Xiao Duan Zhiyuan felt very ashamed to wear so many bits and pieces on his body, so he just covered it with his clothes, so that others would not notice it.

But after this encounter, he looked at Duan Zhiyuan again with more jealousy.

"This kid is really lucky!"

"Look at the defensive instruments on his body, they are all the best in the Dabi rules!"

"Hey, who made us not as lucky as that kid, and without a Supreme Elder as a teacher?"

Similar remarks gradually spread in the audience.

Hearing this, someone suddenly laughed out loud. It was a young girl in a goose-yellow shirt, with two braids dangling with her movements, looking pretty and cute.

Being laughed at by a beautiful girl, the man became a little annoyed, "What are you laughing at?!"

Ye Li smiled and said, "If you are also a single spiritual root, you will naturally be qualified to worship the elders."

But I didn't want to, after hearing Ye Li's words, the man became even more angry, "What did you say!"

"I'm just telling a fact." Ye Li also put away the smile on her face, "Why don't you listen to me like this?"

The man wanted to continue arguing, but when he sensed the eyes of the people around him, he finally held back his tone, snorted coldly, shook his sleeves and left.

However, before leaving, he had a momentary eye contact with the cultivator at the Jindan stage.

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At the same time, on the ring stage, there were similarly salivating looks, but everyone was wary of each other and would not communicate too much.

But in the next moment, everyone attacked as if they had a tacit understanding.

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Shen Guantang silently scolded shamelessly in his heart, a group of people besieged a child!

His mind was almost entirely on that ring, and his hands hidden in his sleeves were already clenched into fists.

However, when a disciple competes, unless it is a critical moment of life or death, other people are not allowed to intervene.

But now, looking at the situation of Duan Zhiyuan and the others in the ring, although they are still struggling, they don't seem to be in danger of their lives.

Therefore, Shen Guantang couldn't make a move.

Suddenly, the little fox who was still in his arms suddenly raised his head, and looked straight at the field with a pair of black eyes.

Because his emotions were affected by the little guys in the arena, Shen Guantang did not notice the unusual movements of his little fox.

Therefore, when the little fox flew out like an arrow from the string, Shen Guantang was even stunned for a moment before getting up and chasing after it.

For countless times since then, Shen Guantang has been rejoicing that the little fox rushed out at that time, otherwise...

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Just at this time, Huan Ru showed a flaw, and soon he was entangled by others, and he could no longer support the other two. Duan Zhiyuan and Xu Lingjing had a harder time coping.

Although Duan Zhiyuan has entered the early stage of Qi refining, he doesn't have much experience in fighting the enemy, and he relies on instinct to deal with it. If it wasn't for the pile of defensive magic weapons that Ye Li forced him to carry, he would have been scarred by this time up.

Xu Lingjing was not much better than Duan Zhiyuan. Although he had experience, but this time he was beaten by a group.

Duan Zhiyuan's body suddenly became more empty.

Coincidentally, at the moment when the little fox rushed out, a pitch-black machete appeared silently behind Duan Zhiyuan, and went straight to his back!

Shen Guantang's complexion changed suddenly, and he lost control for a moment in a hurry, and the aura of the Mahayana period permeated his whole body.

The seemingly thin, but actually extremely tough water film on the ring shattered.

How can a disciple in the Qi refining stage resist the coercion of a monk in the Mahayana stage?

As soon as the pitch-black scimitar pierced Duan Zhiyuan's body, the owner of the pitch-black scimitar was forced to appear from the air under the coercion of the Mahayana period, and his knees softened and he knelt down.

Shen Guantang stood on the ring with his hands behind his back. On his right shoulder sat a little fox with hair like snow. His soft and fluffy tail flicked and gently rested on Shen Guantang's shoulder. After a while, The tip of the tail moved and simply wrapped around Shen Guantang's neck.

From a distance, it looks like a fox fur scarf is wrapped around the neck.

The little fox turned his dark eyes around and looked at the kneeling monks everywhere. Although he knew that he was not the one they were kneeling, he still moved his ears in a good mood.

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Seeing Shen Guantang's sudden appearance, Duan Zhiyuan was also stunned. He was probably the only one on the scene who didn't fall to his knees because of the coercion of the Mahayana period.

But after being dazed, Duan Zhiyuan felt a warm current surge in his chest, and his eyes were red. If he hadn't worried that this was a ring, tears might have rolled down his face.

According to his past experience, tears are very useful to his master.

But now what...

Thinking of the reason why Master stood here, Duan Zhiyuan's black eyes flashed, the spiritual power in his body rushed, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fell limply to the ground.

The author says:

Owner of the pitch-black scimitar: At most you have broken a layer of skin, okay?What to pretend!

Duan Zhiyuan: The injury is too minor, Master will be very embarrassed, right?Then I'll make it harder for myself!

感谢在2022-07-1323:51:43-2022-07-1504:57:49期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of Hewaimu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!