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

After a short while, the conversation in the main hall spread from ten to ten, spreading throughout the entire Shuiyun School, and then it was like a stone that caused a thousand waves of waves and caused an uproar.

A large number of outside disciples thought this was an opportunity, and they applied to join the ring. There are also many pretentious outer disciples threatening that they really want to use combat power to determine who can make an exception to enter the inner door. This place should belong to them.

Regarding this, Kiko Ang is delighted to hear. Although Wen Xuan and Qi Jibai both praised Simplicity, Ji Ziang didn't think Simplicity really had the best ability in the outside world. Naturally, the more opportunities to kick Simplicity, the better. But he couldn't even let the simple defensive bend in this situation, playing wheel wars with a group of enemies. This is too obvious, not good, and damages his image of kindness.

Ever since, this ring was finally turned into a big competition. All the outer disciples continue to play one-on-one in the elimination rounds until the final winner is determined, and they are granted the qualification to enter the inner gate directly.

This approach is reasonable, fair, and everyone is satisfied.

It's just that when it fell to Jian, there was an additional condition: if the final winner was not Jian, then in view of his previous despicable behavior of exaggerating his own strength and going through the back door, he would be expelled directly from the sect.

"Brother Jian, I'm sorry." Wen Xuan sighed while selecting the simple magical items that could be given to him in his own cave mansion, "This time I was too unobtrusive, and it hurt you."

"Brother, what are you talking about?" Jian asked with a smile, "Don't you think I can win?"

"Naturally not." Wenxuan turned over a bamboo flute, looked at it over and over in his hand, and passed it to Jian Jian's hand, and then continued to search for others, "but it's causing you trouble after all."

"It is trouble, but also an opportunity." Jian Jian tapped the bamboo flute lightly.

This bamboo flute is not a great implement, but music is played when the wind blade is released. It is more elegant than practical, and Wenxuan did not like to use it back then. However, Wenxuan had limited stock on hand, and there were very few magical tools that could be used during the Qi refining period. No matter whether it was practical or not, I could only try it out.

"If I can win the championship in public in this outer competition, the benefits will be much more troublesome than this." Jian said with a slight smile, "I have to thank the brother for this opportunity for me."

"You are full of confidence." Wen Xuan threw him another cloth pocket.

Simply raised his hand to catch, "So based on your understanding of the disciples outside, brother, how do you think my chances of winning?"

This is really the right person. The disciples of Shuiyun Sect, Wenxuan in the inner sect knows everyone, and the outer sect also knows at least one or two. Wen Xuan thought for a while, and smiled helplessly, "Don't say, there are really a few hard stubbles."

But he was not very worried about this sentence. No matter how hard it is, it is not as easy as it is. Only with the skill and determination when facing that three-level monster beast in the first place, few people can do it, let alone the intricate layout when facing Xue Bing'er afterwards.

Jian Jian smiled and put a piece of jade in front of his eyes, "Those hard stubbles, brother, can you make a list for me?"

This is really not forgiving. It seems that he not only wants to win, but also to win over and win beautifully.

Wen Xuan looked at his virtue, but he felt a little cheerful in his heart, and couldn't help laughing.

Before the Inner Gate Grand Competition, there was a total of three days of preparation.

In the past three days, I simply followed Wenxuan's list and went up to visit one by one. And Wenxuan also found a total of twelve artifacts and gave them all to Jian. In addition to the bamboo flute and the cloth pocket that can emit mist, there is also a low-level high-grade magic sword, five pieces of armor, a pair of boots, plus several auxiliary weapons, so that Jian can use it by himself. Then Wenxuan evened out a part of his martial arts contribution, and asked Jian to prepare more Fulu pills and the like.

Three days' time, in this busy preparation, also passed in a flash.

Jian Jian stood by the side of the game platform that was placed outside the door, looked at the match table distributed in his hands, and sneered several times. But it was a coincidence that Wenxuan listed him ten hard stubbles in total on that day. If he keeps on comparing with this table of matches, all of them may be hit by him.

This thought is clearly revealed. But besides himself, who would pay attention to this little trick on the battle list? I'm afraid it would only be a coincidence. Simply raised his head with a smile, and took a deep look at Kikoo in the middle of the stand. Then he looked to the left again, passing Chu Lian beside Ji Ziang, and falling on Wen Xuan behind Chu Lian, smiling and nodding.

That's how the bell of the outer gate rang.

The number of Shuiyunzong's outer disciples was several times that of the inner disciples. To win the final victory, you had to compare 13 matches. The first three games with simple opponents are still arranged normally. Therefore, these three games are just two words for simplicity-abuse of food.

As soon as he came onto the stage, his figure flickered, and when the opponent was still in a daze, a fireball slammed into the opponent's door. With just one breath, this game was won.

There were exactly three games, exactly the same wins, exactly the same spikes.

This performance can be achieved because the shoes on his feet make him look much faster than ordinary people, and the other is that the fireball he sends out has a tricky angle, and it hits before he sees it. And the most important advantage is naturally in reaction and consciousness. There is such a big gap between people who have experienced the battle of life and death and ordinary outer disciples.

The three wins were so beautiful that they immediately caused an exclaim. After all, this fight was due to him, and most people would pay attention to him. Ji Ziang and the elders in the stands even turned black.

After a while, Ji Ziang smiled. Not in a hurry, his arrangement was behind.

In the fourth game, Jian Jian met his first "hard stubble".

Then... he took three breaths.

This is about one of the artifacts that Wen Xuan gave him. The talisman bag that was simply pinned to his waist had no other effect, but it could save him the effort of reaching out to dig out the talisman. With every movement of mind and spirit, the talisman in it can be stimulated, which is really suitable for simplicity.

Now that the talisman bag is filled with dangling, with a move of mind, more than a dozen killer moves are smashed, and it can scare people to death.

"Accept." Jian Yi arched his hands and smiled at the unlucky person who had been knocked to the ground on the opposite side.

On the stand, Kiko Ang sneered, "but it is taking advantage of the talisman."

Before the words were over, there was a bang on the other stage of the competition, and another person won the victory by photographing a bunch of talisman. Looking intently, it was the second youngest of the Zhang family who was praised by those elders for "diligence".

"Master Mingjian." Wen Xuan said respectfully.

Ji Ziang shook his hand unnaturally, and smiled, "The good use of the talisman is naturally a skill. But if you want to win in the end, it is not enough to rely on the talisman."

"The disciples think so too." Wen Xuan continued to respectfully.

While they were talking, the fifth game began. It just so happened that the simple opponent this time was the second young master of the Zhang Family.

A match-up of Fuluo immediately opened brilliantly.

After three breaths, it stopped abruptly.

Simply standing next to the Second Young Master Zhang who was lying on the ground with constant pain, clapped his hands, revealing an invincible loneliness on his face.

"Fuluo is used well, and it is also a skill." Wen Xuan said with a smile, "Sure enough, the head of the boss is a good word."

Although there are many talismans in that Zhang Family's Second Young Master, none of them can be accurately photographed on the simple body. However, Jian Jian's footsteps are light, and his eyes are even more fierce, Zhang and Zhang Fulu both used the blade. In this way, there is certainly no suspense about the outcome.

Ji Ziang's face was dark and didn't answer his words at all. After all the outer disciples had finished the fifth match, he got up, raised his hand to suppress the noise on the stage and off the stage, and said in a loud voice, "After five matches today, all the disciples are tired, so let’s take a break. Be late, there are seven games left to compare tomorrow."

After that, he took a deep look at the still full talisman bag on the simple waist. "In addition, there is a rule that needs to be revised. Today, many disciples use talisman, and although it is also one of the ways, it has something to do with financial resources. Very big. Many of the disciples in the Outer Sect are from poor families. Such practices are really unfair to them. Therefore, starting from tomorrow, this Outer Sect Competition will ban talisman."

After he had finished speaking, he sat back with a smile, and finally settled down again.

But he looked at Wenxuan next to Chu Lian, looked at the simplicity of the audience, and found that the expressions on their faces were a little bit happier than him.

When everyone dispersed, they simply came to Wenxuan, reached out and took out the pile of things in the talisman bag, smiling so much that they couldn't help me from ear to ear, "Master Chief is really helpful this time."

I saw the pile of things, there were only a few reusable talismans on the surface, and the whole stuffed waste paper, so the talisman bag was filled.

"It's all your little slickers." Wen Xuan shook his head helplessly.

"We have to cooperate with the senior brother to get our head in charge." Jian Zhi smiled and rubbed Wen Xuan's side and pulled his arm. "Now you don't have to worry about the rich."

Wen Xuan sighed and reminded, "Financial resources...cannot only be reflected in Fu Lu."

"In terms of magical instruments, the senior brother gave me so many, everything is quite amazing." Simple and decisive, "Where do I need to be afraid of others?"

Wenxuan knew that this was pure comfort.

Sure enough, in the second day of the fight, in only the first game, Jian Jian met an extremely powerful opponent with magical weapons.

It was the grandson that the elder said.

There was a grandfather who was an elder in the inner door, and this grandson held a very powerful shield as soon as he came up. Although not as powerful as the sides that Luo Qingquan had taken out that day, Jian's current offensive was not as sharp as Wenxuan's back then. No matter what, it couldn't break the defense, and the flying sword couldn't leave a trace. But this person is still very alert, no matter how fast the simple speed is, he can't get around.

It's okay if it just can't break the defense, but this person is still holding a giant sword in his other hand. Every time he looked for the simple direction, he held a shield and rushed to withstand him, and then lifted his sword to chop...Fortunately, he dodged it smoothly every time, otherwise it would be very painful to be hit.

After a while, Jian Jian stopped approaching, just wandered around, using bamboo flutes to harass him from time to time. The bamboo flute played a sound of wind, and it was a sound of music, and each sound was really nice. But this sound is like a beacon, the other party doesn't even need to see where he is, just hear the music together, raise his hand to block, and he can block it firmly.

On the stage, Kikoang and others smiled again, the elder grandfather smiled like a flower.

"Sure enough, this kid is nothing more than that. Look, he will lose."

"What's the use of running around there?"

It's really useless, easy to know. This is just a waste of physical energy, and sooner or later you will be grabbed by the other party, so you can easily know.

He finally encountered the first "hard stubble" in the true sense.

Then, simply frowned and gritted his teeth, took out the cloth pocket from his sleeve, and untied it.

Suddenly, a mist rose up centered on him, and instantly covered the entire competition platform. This cloth pocket has no destructive power and can only confuse people's eyes. And because the rank is not high, the mist that can be emitted is also limited. Fortunately, this is so big than the bucket, but it has received a miraculous effect.

After a while, the opponent could see nothing.

But there is another drawback of this mist, that is, it does not distinguish between enemy and us. Now I can’t see Simplicity either-but this fact is unknown to others.

I saw that the opponent had been on guard for twelve points, firmly shielding himself with a shield, and his ears were erected, listening attentively to every movement. He has sensitive ears, and quickly found simple footsteps.

Just as he was about to judge the direction carefully, another voice suddenly joined together, suddenly overwhelming.

"Zheng".

It's the sound of music from the bamboo flute!

"Here!" The person judged that the direction was in a corner of the wall, and he was overjoyed. He quickly shifted the shield and rushed away, trying to pin it there in one fell swoop.

But at this moment, a breeze gently fell beside him.

"Wrong," a voice came from his ears in the mist, a wisp of breath blew up a layer of goose bumps on the back of his neck, and a sharp sword was already pressed against his back with chills, "in Here it is."