I, who was the cannon fodder in the fantasy world, was entangled by the heroine

"Elder Seven?" Jiang Qian looked at Fan Xia in front of him and noticed that she seemed to be crying out of anxiety.

After a while.

Fan Xia let go and looked at Jiang Qian. Seeing that he was intact, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's great, you're fine!" Fan Xia looked at Jiang Qian who was safe and sound, and she showed a knowing smile.

Immediately, she asked again: "By the way, where did you go just now?"

"Just now I accidentally fell into a cave, and it took me a lot of effort to get out." Jiang Qian had promised Chuanxuan and the others, so he could only lie to Fan Xia.

Fan Xia nodded in confidence when she heard the words: "It's good to have nothing to do, anyway, the experience is over, let's go back to Tianquanzong!"

"understood."

next second.

Jiang Qian boarded the spirit ship with Fan Xia.

When standing on the spirit boat, looking down at the mountains below.

At a glance, they were all corpses of monsters. The mountain range was completely stained red with blood, and the smell of blood rose to the sky.

There were even a few hills that were pushed down abruptly.

Gollum~
Jiang Qian turned his head to look at Fan Xia and asked, "Elder Seven, did you make all of this?"

"Well, when your physical body reaches my level, you can also have such a strong strength." Fan Xia put her right hand on Jiang Qian's shoulder and replied with a big smile indifferently.

Jiang Qian's strength against Fan Xia was once again refreshed.

At the same time, she was also moved by Fan Xia who slaughtered many monsters and destroyed several mountains in order to find him.

ten minutes later.

Jiang Qian and Fan Xia had already returned to Shen Yun School.

They came back just in time, and Zishuangmen had already started to compete with their sect.

After Zhuge Yaoyao saw Jiang Qian coming back, she happily waved her hand at him and shouted: "Brother Jiang, this way, this way!"

Jiang Qian and Fan Xia sat next to Zhuge Yaoyao.

At this moment, Fan Xia asked, "By the way, what is the number one match?"

"It's the third round. The first two rounds were all lost by Shen Yunzong, and the losses were miserable." Zhuge Yaoyao replied helplessly spreading his hands.

Hearing this, Jiang Qian questioned, "By the way, why didn't you just send Jiang Zixuan to play?"

"Jiang Zixuan? Oh, you said that the suzerain's direct disciple, she seems to have stayed in her room because of some mental illness." Zhuge Yaoyao told Jiang Qian all the information she had obtained.

heart disease?Did Zi Xuan think that I was already dead?

Last time, I didn't see it.

This time, after the sparring was over, I went to see her.

Thinking of this, Jiang Qian looked at the central ring.

A disciple of Zishuangmen gathered spirit energy in his right hand and said with an evil smile, "Tsk tsk tsk, it looks like I'm going to win three consecutive victories."

"Beautiful thinking!" After the Shen Yun sect disciple roared angrily, he raised the long sword in his hand and used the Shen Yun sect's unique sword technique "Qing Feng Yi Jian"!
But the result is not satisfactory.

That Shen Yun sect disciple even just made a move, and the palm of the Zishuang sect disciple had already landed on him.

He flew out like a kite with broken strings.

When he landed, he had already lost his breath.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it seems that the strength of your Shen Yun sect is not very good." Zishuang sect disciple sneered triumphantly.

This time, leading many disciples of the Zishuang Sect to compete, Fan Lan, the Supreme Elder of the Zishuang Sect, sneered at Deng Zhenqi: "Old Deng, it seems that your Shen Yun Sect has become weaker and weaker over the years."

"Weak? Hehe, it's better than someone's disciple!"

"I don't know whose disciple is slaughtering people of the same clan in the secret realm!" Deng Zhenqi sneered a few times, deliberately uncovering Fan Lan's wound.

Fan Lan naturally heard what Deng Zhenqi was saying, his face turned pale instantly, he snorted coldly, and did not continue to speak.

"Jiang Qian, go up and teach him a lesson!" Fan Xia said, directly lifted Jiang Qian's collar and threw him onto the ring.

Jiang Qian smiled wryly and shouted: "Elder Seven, can you be gentler?"

The words fall.

Jiang Qian landed steadily in the middle of the ring.

The surrounding Shen Yun sect disciples looked at Jiang Qian, and their morale immediately rose.

"Senior Brother Jiang, it's Senior Brother Jiang. I didn't expect it to be him. I thought he died in the Mysterious Sea of ​​Turtles."

"Shut up, what kind of person is Senior Brother Jiang? How could he fall in the secret place of the small Mysterious Turtle Sea?"

"Before, didn't the deputy suzerain say that Senior Brother Jiang fell in the Mysterious Sea of ​​Turtles?"

"Go, go, return to the deputy suzerain, her cultivation base is now sealed by the ancestor, and her position has been withdrawn. The key is that Senior Brother Jiang is not her disciple anymore."

"Fuck, there is such a thing!"

"..."

That Zishuang sect disciple looked at Jiang Qian in front of him, and smiled disdainfully: "Jiang Qian, I have heard of your reputation a long time ago, but I just don't know if it is just a vain name."

"Then you might as well give it a try." Jiang Qian said with a smile behind his hands behind his back.

"I'll just take a look!!!" Zishuangmen disciples showed a wicked smile, and rushed towards Jiang Qian directly.

The right palm gathered spiritual energy, and its spiritual energy gradually gathered into a flood dragon, shouting angrily: "Jiaohai palm!!!"

The words landed.

This palm hit Jiang Qian firmly on the chest.

"Hmph, it's just like..." The Zishuangmen disciple hadn't finished speaking, and the smile on his face gradually froze.

Jiang Qian looked down at the disciple of Zishuangmen, showing a playful smile: "Is your strength only so small? It's not enough to see."

"Impossible, this is impossible!!!" The Zishuang sect disciple attacked Jiang Qian like crazy.

however.

For Jiang Qian, these attacks were almost no different from tickling.

Gradually, that Zishuangmen disciple began to feel powerless, and his attacking rhythm became slower and slower.

"Is this your strength? It must be too weak."

The words fall.

Jiang Qian directly kicked that Zishuangmen disciple away.

With just one kick, the Zishuangmen disciple vomited blood and passed out.

The other Zishuangmen disciples quickly took that Zishuangmen disciple away.

Deng Zhenqi immediately seized this opportunity, and was very angry at Fan Lan: "Hey, I don't know who is it, saying that the strength of our Shenyun Sect has declined."

"But it happens to be some people, what should I do if I can't beat them?"

"Sure enough, it is our sect's distress that the disciple is too strong."

Fan Lan's scars were exposed by Deng Zhenqi before, and now he is so angry with him, it is annoyed.

"Lei Peng, come on, hit me hard!" Fan Lan ordered almost gritting his teeth.

A handsome man exuding the temperament of a nobleman, dressed in purple Wenlei clothing, holding a jade folding fan, with a confident smile on his face.

"Yes, Master!"

The words fall.

He jumped up, landed slowly in the middle of the ring, and challenged Jiang Qian: "Your strength is good, but it's a pity that it's far behind me."