Everyone is crazy about it, the magic cultivator is reborn into the love brain script

"Jiang Xuan" tilted his head and looked at Chen You for a long time without seeing any reaction. Perhaps he felt it was boring after playing for a while, so he grabbed Chen You by the collar.

It looked like some kind of leopard holding a person in its mouth for fun.

Chen You was stunned, and when she didn't show any expression, her face was as cold as her brother's, which looked quite intimidating.

Perhaps because they thought Chen You had some plan to kill the masked monster in one fell swoop, Fang Jinwei and Song Biechen did not take any action for a while.

But Chen You was just innocent and was suffocated by the collar.

Her silence and expressionless face were due to the fact that she was about to faint.

Song Biechen:......

"Junior Sister Chen, uh, that...if you are just waiting for the right moment to strike, blink your right eye."

Chen You's face flushed and he rolled his eyes.

Song Biechen: "Does this count as blinking or not blinking?"

Chen You: "...Help...Help..."

Everyone was silent.

Fang Jinwei: "Um, Senior Sister Song, Junior Sister Chen is dying."

Only then did Song Biechen sigh and say, "You should have said it earlier."

Senior Sister Song stepped forward with her sword in hand, sweeping it outward with her right hand.

When the sword was unsheathed, even the monster couldn't help but take two steps back.

Chen You took the opportunity to hold the fake Jiang Xuan's hand, pointed his finger back, and the talisman was attached to the man's arm. He turned around and threw away his wrinkled robe, escaping like a cicada.

Fang Jinwei took Chen You over and protected him behind him, feeling a little nervous as he held the talisman in his hand.

A talisman practitioner of Chen You's level is, after all, a Jindan. Just now, he was grabbed by the collar and he couldn't use any spiritual power at all.

It's really difficult.

Fang Jinwei touched his brow, feeling a little tired. Looking at Jiang Xuan's face, he thought that this monster still had some flaws.

There were long pauses without blinking, and it seemed like there would be pauses if he held one expression for too long.

The face will be a little distorted before changing to the next expression...

She had heard that there were cultivators in the Xuan Yue Sect who could create this crude "phantom man", but before using the technique, they would at least need to fight with the person in person to know how to manipulate the spiritual energy pathways and meridian directions.

The connection between a cultivator's appearance and spiritual power is inextricable, and one wrong step may result in a drastic difference in appearance.

The only person who knows Jiang Xuan’s appearance and the direction of her spiritual power must be someone who has fought with her in person.

She looked at that face and slowly recited Jiang Xuan's name in her heart.

Who is it... Hiding among them, maybe there is a traitor planted by Xuanyue Sect.

Fang Jinwei thought subconsciously for a long time, and when he seemed to be reciting Jiang Xuan's name in his heart, the monster also looked over.

In just a flash, the monster was almost face to face with her.

Damn, I originally thought that transferring from the Bi Bo Sect would make things a little easier as I wouldn't have to work and keep an eye on my eldest senior brother all the time.

I didn't expect that troubles would happen one after another.

Fang Jinwei bent the knuckles of his index finger, pinched his palms and recited a spell, and felt that the dark circles under his eyes seemed to have become a little heavier.

"go to hell"

The strong resentment comes from the workers.

Light spiritual energy rose from beneath her talisman, and the breeze carried the edge of a blade.

Song Biechen took the opportunity to twist his sword and slash back, then turned around and grabbed Fang Jinwei and Chen You and ran for his life.

The Red Water Formation appeared at an edge not far away, surrounding the monster.

Jing Yuming: "The battle begins"

At the last moment, Song Biechen and his two junior sisters ran out successfully.

Jing Yuming and "Jiang Xuan" looked at each other from a distance, and threw out two talismans from his sleeves without any emotion. The aura of the burning flames in the formation made people around them feel their foreheads burning.

"Jiang Xuan" blinked, touched the edge of the formation a few times, looked at the burnt and melted marks on his hands, slowly raised the corners of his lips and looked at Chen You with a smile.

Chen You's back stiffened and he picked up a wind talisman, adding fuel to the fire.

Chen You refined some pills and added them to the spiritual field. "Huh... Senior Sister, I was almost scared to death. Fortunately, I won."

This is all so weird.

Fang Jinwei raised the compass solemnly, rubbing his temples, somewhat unwilling to face reality.

Jing Yuming: "Looking at the direction of the smoke, part of the monster should have chased Jiang Xuan before."

In other words, the one who stayed with them to delay time was the clone.

......

Somewhere on a crane moving at high speed.

Jiang Xuan felt that he had already had several dreams relying on his master, but when he woke up he found that he had not arrived yet.

Jiang Xuan rubbed his eyes out of habit, but Liu Rumo slapped him away.

Liu Rumo reached out and placed the back of his slightly cool hand on Jiang Xuan's eyes, "Sword cultivators should cherish their eyes. You just killed the ghost snake tree. Don't rub your eyes with your dirty hands."

Jiang Xuan wanted to argue that he had just wiped his hands, but now he was too comfortable to say anything, so he just leaned over and planned to take another nap.

She hadn't slept since entering the secret realm, which was a torture for Jiang Xuan, who had maintained a good schedule after the Jindan stage and never stayed up late to practice.

Perhaps it was because he had to be alert all the time when he was practicing magic and had no chance to sleep. After being a mortal for three hundred years, Jiang Xuan came to the world of cultivation and was very concerned about his sleep.

However, she was somewhat curious whether her master was a sword practitioner or a talisman practitioner, or perhaps both?

When taking classes in the sect, the master would occasionally come to the Fu Xiu Pavilion to teach in person, but he seemed to be very proficient in swordsmanship as well.

For example, when Bai Yushu lied about his budget to buy the Black Sword, he could see through it at a glance.

He knows the price of the sword so well, he doesn't seem like a mere talisman practitioner.

If that’s the case, why hasn’t Jiang Xuan seen him holding a sword?

She wanted to ask something, but she felt so comfortable with the cool back of her master's hand against hers that she didn't want to open her eyes, so she decided to ask when she had time and remembered it.

The crane was flying steadily under Liu Rumo's control. Chen Que, Shen Wen, Qu Luo and Wang Chan were sitting in the back, watching Jiang Xuan leaning on Liu Rumo with a peaceful look on his face to catch up on his sleep.

Jiang Xuan nodded sleepily, and Sect Leader Liu reached out and covered her eyes to hold her still, letting Jiang Xuan sleep on his palm while slightly leaning to the side.

The two of them crossed their sleeves, which made others feel that something was wrong, but both of them looked as if it was a matter of course.

Jiang Xuan was used to being a demon cultivator, so he didn't care much about the many complicated rules of the cultivation world. If someone wanted to get close to him, then he would get close to him without thinking too much about it.

Liu Rumo was simply pampering Jiang Xuan.

The child is so tired. He is a big baby who is over 300 years old and has killed countless demons. After entering the secret realm, he doesn’t even have a place to sleep. It’s too hard!

Even if the Jindan stage doesn't need to sleep, what's wrong? The disciples of Suiyi Sect can sleep whenever they want.

He naturally rummaged through Jiang Xuan's Qiankun bag, and gently pressed her with his palm, teaching Jiang Xuan a lesson by breaking his armor into pieces.

Jiang Xuan tilted his head back slightly, which was a tacit response.

The crane flew smoothly through a fog. When it came out of the fog, it inexplicably felt that its back was much heavier.

...Who? Who ate so much food on its back?

Too much! Overload!

The crane turned around and wanted to peck Liu Rumo's head to vent his anger, but he saw...

Two Jiang Xuan?

Jiang Xuan was dazed with one eye closed, still wondering why Liu Rumo suddenly moved his hand away, grabbed the person's sleeve, and lay back to sleep.

One of them was sitting upright with a smile on his face, leaning forward slightly to attract Jiang Xuan's attention.

Liu Rumo: ...

He shook Jiang Xuan, trying to wake him up.

Jiang Xuan: "...Master, I will sleep a little longer...Call me when we get there."

"Jiang Xuan"

Hearing his own voice, Jiang Xuan's movement of lying in bed froze for a moment.

She turned over and sat up, and saw a face exactly like her own.

"Xiao Jiang?"

Why is Xiao Jiang in a place like this?

She touched her right wrist to detect spiritual power.

No...not even half of the spiritual power was separated out.

This is not Xiao Jiang.