Let’s Talk About That Guy Who Transmigrated to Pursue Me

Wen Xuan waved goodbye after Xiao Lu showed his hands at the simple place, and went back to his home cave to study the rest of the jade slip.

Thinking of the reluctant look of Jian Jian before the separation, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but a smile was drawn. This junior is really sticking to him. But with such a clingy junior, it feels pretty good.

Wenxuan's imperial sword flew to a verdant mountain peak in the northwest of the main hall, lowered the sword head, and stopped before his own cave at the foot of the mountain. He smiled at the slightly spacious cave and thought in his heart, waited until the inner door was easily entered. You can often take over as a guest.

At the same time, he subconsciously swept his gaze outwards, seeing the top of the mountain, but the smile at the corner of his mouth suddenly stagnated.

He almost forgot, Master Xijing has never loved guests coming here.

After a while, Wen Xuan shook his head, sighed, and finally walked into the cave. Except for him, there is only the big Daiyun Peak, only the birds sing and insects, and there is no more smoke.

True person Chu Lianchu, even if he has been out and wandering for nearly 20 years, his prestige is still there.

As the only apprentice of Zhenren Chu, Wen Xuan knew that many of his things were brought by this master. But no matter how he reminds himself that this is the person who is most grateful for him in the entire Shuiyun Sect... He has long been used to days without a master.

Wen Xuan sat on the bed, took out the jade slip, and studied it carefully by himself. Whenever he reads something incomprehensible, he can't help but frown, and he mutters words. Whenever he realized the pass, he stretched his eyebrows again, and his entire face seemed to be bright.

"This is the trick." Suddenly, his eyes lit up suddenly, holding the jade jade, got up, took his magic sword embryo, and hurriedly rushed outside the house.

Anyway, there was no one around, so he practiced on the spot. Practice Feijian first, wait until Feijian gradually practiced his moves, and then figure out the context bit by bit, and try to graft onto other things.

After this practice, I don't know the passage of time.

It's like Cotton encounters water, he eagerly absorbs everything he can learn, and every moment he can feel himself stronger. This kind of feeling is really long-lost, and people can't help but feel a sense of comfort that the pores of the whole body are relaxed, even at night, they don't want to stop.

The next day, Zhang Xiaoqing happened to take a look and saw Wen Xuan still sweating in the forest.

"Why do you do this too!" she exaggerated.

Wen Xuan accepted the move, wiped the sweat from his forehead, walked over and asked with a smile, "Why, is there anyone else?"

"I just came over from Senior Brother Luo." Zhang Xiaoqing said helplessly, "He looks like you, and he doesn't know how to stop dancing with his fan. By the way, he also asked Master Luo for a few more magical artifacts. Suppress you with death."

"Junior Brother Luo is so fighting spirit," Wen Xuan's fingertips lightly touched the sword light in his hand, "this battle should be a bit to watch."

"Well, what he loves the most is to fight bravely and fiercely. Losing a game can be like killing him." Zhang Xiaoqing looked at the light in Wen Xuan's eyes and couldn't help twitching at the corner of her mouth. "I didn't expect , You actually take this gambling fight so important."

Wen Xuan smiled, "Nature is important."

He doesn't put the desire to win on the face, does not mean that he does not have the desire to win. What's more, he had a faint hunch. Ever since I encountered the simple and took the magic sword embryo from that place, the haze that had covered him for many years seemed to be gradually dissipating, and the road that I thought had been blocked has gradually been illuminated.

"If there is a way, how can you not move forward?" Wen Xuan lowered his voice and said to himself softly.

Zhang Xiaoqing shook her head helplessly, only to offer a blessing, then turned to leave.

Wen Xuan looked behind her again and asked, "Where is Junior Brother Shi? Didn't you follow you today?"

"It's not the ancient legacy you mentioned yesterday." Zhang Xiaoqing replied in a loud voice, "A few elders went to investigate, and it turned out to be surprising. They didn't even find the teleportation formation. Later, they met people from the Penglai Northern Sect. , The two parties discussed and said that maybe a disciple with excellent water spirit roots would be needed for the teleportation formation to appear, and they came back and called Junior Shishi."

As soon as she finished speaking, she left in a hurry.

Is there such a thing? Wenxuan couldn't help being taken aback.

Shi Bugui is the root of pure water that belongs to the tenth order, indeed excellent, only one point worse than Wenxuan's root of extreme water. And among the two Penglai Northern Sects encountered that day, Xue Bing'er also happened to be the root of pure water belonging to the tenth order. It seems that it was a coincidence that the two groups of people met there that day.

Wen Xuan shook his head. Now that this matter has been handed over to the sect, he no longer thinks about it, and soon he is ready for the gambling fight.

In three days, it was just around the corner.

Luo Qingquan was making a big fanfare, and he invited the same door to watch the game, and he was even more lively than the original Dabi in the door.

Wen Xuan looked at this posture and thought that a few days ago, he simply shook his arm and said that he wanted to watch the game, so he simply said, "Before the inside of the door, only the inner disciples were able to watch, why not let the outer disciples also come and see?"

This suggestion was in line with Luo Qingquan's mind, and immediately set the gambling place on a stone platform between the inner and outer doors.

When the time was approaching, the mountains and plains on the edge of this stone platform were full of people, a bunch of disciples from the inner sect and a bunch of disciples from the outer sect. When there were too many people, it was easy to mess up, and the Wenxuan faction and Luo Qingquan faction almost pinched again. Fortunately, Zhang Xiaoqing from the town's place was very popular, so she managed to keep them down.

Until the appointed moment, everyone suddenly quieted down, each with their heads up and looking out, for fear that they would miss the style of the two.

Wen Xuan stepped in the air, and the magic sword embryo turned into a little fluorescent light and was continuously coiled around him. The golden ribbon wrapped around his waist was blown up by the wind along with the hem of his clothes, and the smile at the corner of his mouth gave out twelve points of handsomeness and elegance.

On an old tree not far to his left, a familiar figure of a young man was riding a branch, looking at him intently, with a talisman hanging on the side. That's a photo-taking symbol—for video recording.

Wen Xuan couldn't help widening the corner of his mouth with a smile, and then cast his eyes on the opponent in front of him.

Luo Qingquan was dressed in a bright star river sand suit, a dazzling treasure-fu warding off evil crown on his head, and a layer of treasure on the feet that he wore on his waist, plus the high-end and top-grade folding fan in his hand. Stopping there with such gleaming light, it also has some momentum.

"Junior Brother Luo," Wen Xuan arched his hand at him.

Luo Qingquan let out a cold snort, which coincided with the sound of the bell when Bidou started, waved his folding fan, and attacked without greeting him.

It's the one that recruits Feixue, his favorite. As soon as I acted out, the sky was full of ice particles. Wen Xuan was shrouded in it, unavoidable.

Wen Xuan didn't avoid it at all, just standing in place with his hands behind. The little fluorescent light in front of him turned into a long sword, colliding with the falling ice chips, dancing so tightly that it didn't even hurt Wen Xuan's hair.

Luo Qingquan's face changed slightly, "Magic weapon?"

Wen Xuan did not answer, but just looked at him with a smile.

Luo Qingquan gritted his teeth at the door, his eyes looked left and right thinking, the offensive of the flying snow was unconsciously weak.

At the moment when the wind and snow were a little weaker, Wen Xuan saw the opportunity and stepped back abruptly, and then pulled out of the icy debris. And the flying sword that was waving in front of the icicles seemed to have turned into a phantom in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, a strand of phantom behind Luo Qingquan's side suddenly turned into a flying sword entity, and then it was cut off towards Luo Qingquan. This phantom is too light, no one can see when it went there. But at the moment it turned into an entity, everyone saw it, and many people couldn't help exclaiming.

Luo Qingquan was so alert, he was immediately reminded by this exclaim, retreated decisively to the side, and dodged dangerously.

His face changed again. He thought he had been fully prepared in these three days, but he didn't expect that, but after a few days, Wen Xuan's every move made him so unfamiliar, as if he were different from before.

"I see how many new tricks you have!" Luo Qingquan gritted his teeth and said bitterly.

The answer to him was an overwhelming ice blade.

Wenxuan's ice blade flicked his fingers and waved away. The speed and accuracy were not ordinary and accurate. Luo Qingquan was a little embarrassed to hide at once, and his face turned pale.

But Luo Qingquan is Luo Qingquan after all, so he won't suffer a lot from this familiar move.

He stretched out his hand to wipe the storage bag around his waist, and suddenly a shield stood in front of him.

If you are someone else, 80% of you will be screaming at this time. Wen Xuan only raised his eyebrows, and Jianguang Xuying touched it unconsciously.

If it were cut by this magic weapon, the shield would probably not be able to stop it. But after almost losing money once, Luo Qingquan was already alert, always paying attention to the position of the phantom of the sword light, and dodged danger again and again.

Under the interference of Ice Blade, this is not an easy task, but Luo Qingquan has gradually mastered the rhythm. Every time he saw the direction of the ice blade attack, he erected his shield by one gear, and he could devote twelve points of energy to guarding against the phantom flying sword.

But just when he thought he could fight back, Wen Xuan smiled again.

Suddenly, the ice blades that he thought he had spotted, and had been firmly blocked with shields, suddenly flashed, shifted their shapes and positions, bypassing the shields and attacked him!

Luo Qingquan retreated sharply, but Jianguang Xuying took the opportunity to move up close.

At the moment of his death, he... took out another shield, Qiangqiang several sounds, all blocked.

"Like." Wen Xuan finally whispered such a sentence.

"Brother," Luo Qingquan looked at the cracks on this small shield, so distressed that the ligatures were squeezed out of his teeth, "good job."

"Concession and concession." Wen Xuan was polite.

"Do you think you are going to win?" Luo Qingquan sneered.

This sentence does not need to be answered at all. In just such a moment, Wen Xuan had already attacked another batch of ice blades, and the shadow of the sword light also made a comeback. It is necessary to guard against the position of the phantom of the sword light, and also guard against the dozens of ice blades that can also shift their shape and position. At this moment, Luo Qingquan is truly inevitable.

But Luo Qingquan is Luo Qingquan after all.

He simply gave up avoiding, waved the folding fan in his hand, and rushed straight towards Wen Xuan.

The ice blade hit him, causing many ripples on the star river sand. No matter what, Luo Qingquan waved his folding fan, and suddenly a tornado slapped Wen Xuan's face.

Luo Qingquan is a nine-point water spirit root, but there is still a mixed wood spirit root. The wind and thunder technique also makes a few tricks.

The tornado came hurriedly and quickly, and Wen Xuan quickly backed away. However, Luo Qingquan waved his folding fan, a tornado rushed towards his face, and he even followed Wen Xuan's figure.

Unable to do so, Wen Xuan could only recruit magic sword embryos to compete with these tornadoes.

Without the threat of the shadow of the sword light, Luo Qingquan's pressure was reduced, but his hands did not relax. Outside the tornado, the wind and snow attracted the sky, and they pressed together towards Wenxuan, trying to kill Wenxuan. Suppressed.

In the blink of an eye, the situation reversed, and Wen Xuan had no time to release the ice blade, and could only flee left and right in embarrassment.

When everyone in the audience saw this place, everyone thought that Wenxuan was gone, and the buzzing discussion suddenly came and went. On the tree on the left, Jian Jian clenched his fists even more nervously.

"Brother," Luo Qingquan said with a smile, "So it seems that I should be admitted."

Wen Xuan did not answer, but in his busy schedule, he lost another wind blade.

Luo Qingquan laughed, turning aside and avoiding. He tweeted playfully, and looked at Wen Xuan again, but when he saw Wen Xuan's mouth curled up, he also showed a smile.

Luo Qingquan's heart suddenly alarmed, but he didn't know where to guard.

The wind blade had plunged into the ground behind him just now, making a soft pop. Luo Qingquan glanced out of the corner of his eyes, and suddenly found something wrong.

There were ice blades that Wenxuan issued but missed everywhere.

Normally, these ice blades should have dissipated if they missed a hit. They haven't dissipated now, it can only prove that Wen Xuan has been maintaining them with force.

There are hundreds of wind blades all over the world. What a cost. Luo Qingquan couldn't help but seep sweat on his forehead. He realized what Wen Xuan was calculating, but he didn't know what Wen Xuan was calculating.

At this moment, Wen Xuan suddenly took out a talisman and threw it towards Luo Qingquan.

Luo Qingquan subconsciously attacked, blowing the talisman aside. After blowing it on, he saw the lines on the talisman clearly, and he was taken aback.

The rare talisman Wen Xuan used was actually... Yin burst talisman?

joke? In the gambling battle of Monk Ningyuan, use Yin Explosion Talisman? This kind of talisman is a bit more powerful in the Qi Refining Period, and it is a miracle that can damage a base-building period, let alone the Ning Yuan period.

"You..." Luo Qingquan thought for a moment that this was a mockery of himself.

"Junior Brother Luo," Wen Xuan said at this moment, "Did you know that there is a technique called using the sword as an array?"

Luo Qingquan naturally knew. But Wenxuan now only has a sword, how to use this sword as an array? Unless he has reached the Golden Core Stage, he has learned the law of sword light differentiation.

Wait, could it be...

Luo Qingquan suddenly realized something, and quickly glanced at the ice blades all over the floor.

At this moment, the Yin Explosion Talisman had already exploded in the center of the stone platform, bursting out a small group of Yin Fire.

"Junior Brother Luo, promise me one thing." Wen Xuan said again, "Don't cry this time."

Some of the ice blades on the ground are blindfolded, and the other part is swung three times, forming a full three layers of strong fire.

boom! boom! ! boom! ! !

In full view, the entire stone platform burst into a handful of fireballs. Wen Xuan was floating beside the fireball, silently looking at the flame-buried figure in the stone platform, his expression still guarded.

However, Wan Lai was always silent, only the crackling sound of burning fire.

I don't know how long later, someone in the audience looked at the smoke gradually dissipating, and finally asked in a daze, "Brother Wen said this...could it be that Brother Luo cried when he lost to him before?"

"Cry." The older senior replied in a low voice.