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

Ying Huai casually used formations to enclose himself in a protective formation, and only occasionally used talismans to crush one or two demon insects.

His eyes were always on Jiang Xuan's figure. When he saw her spirit pet holding the Ascension Drum and entering the Qiankun bag, he raised his eyebrows slightly.

This Jiang Xuan...who is he?

Shen Wenqu: "Stop looking, come and help"

This junior fellow tends to slack off if I'm not watching him carefully.

Ying Huai raised his hand to wipe away the formation, "You obviously think she is strange too."

Shen Wenqu looked back at Jiang Xuan for a while, and drew his sword with a bit of ruthlessness, "I will find out later."

......

The little coal ball studied it in the Qiankun bag for a while, then aimed its tail at the center of the drum and hit it hard.

dong dong dong...

The feeling of blood flowing rapidly and expanding dissipated in his body. Jiang Xuan could feel that the blood contract with the little coal ball loosened for a moment, but it was soon reinforced again under the operation of the Soul-Descending Lock.

What a close call...If Gu Ye had made a mistake, she would have become the tail of the little coal ball becoming an immortal!

The disciple below suddenly felt a shadow passing over his head.

Bai Yushu: "Little...little coal ball? Is that Jiang Xuan's cat?"

If it were bigger, it would feel like a small mountain.

Jiang Xuan estimated that his spiritual power was almost exhausted, so he simply tore off the talisman and jumped down from the air, accurately airdropping himself onto the back of the little coal ball.

The little coal ball landed behind several fellow brothers, baring his teeth and roaring at the giant demon spider.

Pei Muqing and Jing Yuming were both very smart and followed Jiang Xuan to sit on the civet cat's back. Only the honest Bai Yushu was still so excited that he couldn't control himself and his sword moves became faster and faster.

The little coal ball picked up the man and threw him behind his back, then used its huge claws to cover the demon spider and flatten it.

Bai Yushu: "Great! Kill, kill, kill!"

Pei Muqing put away Senior Brother Bai's sword expressionlessly, "Don't go down if your spiritual power is running out. I won't recognize you as my junior brother who has become so flat."

Normally when I stay in Suiyi Sect, I wouldn’t see a single magical beast for ten days or half a month, let alone being able to kill a bunch of them like I can now.

As expected, this is how sword cultivators should kill quickly and happily!

If he had known about the last competition, he would not have skipped classes. He went around robbing the rich and helping the poor, and played around for so long, but it was not as exciting as this competition.

Jiang Xuan: "Don't eat! Yue! Vomit! Vomit now!"

She saw Little Coal Ball lying on the ground studying the flat magic worm, pulling the hair on the back of the civet cat's neck and looking a little mentally collapsed.

The little coal ball swung its tail in dissatisfaction and ran to beat other magic insects to vent its anger.

In this way, piles of late Jindan demon insects were kicked one by one by Little Coal Ball, and gradually all of them were killed.

The sword practitioners in the direct teachings all hold up their precious spiritual swords and wish they could just lie on the ground to rest.

Fu Xiu's hands were basically unsightly, with blood and blisters all over his index and middle fingers.

Chen You's hands were severely burned, but there were no problems with his joints and muscles, so he was fortunately.

Jiang Xuan remembered that in previous lives, at this point in the plot, Chen You's hand had been replaced with a fairy lotus root.

Chen Que threw a bottle of medicine powder to his sister instead of applying the medicine directly to her.

He knew that Chen You had always been strong-willed, so he just told her to pay more attention to her recuperation and said nothing else.

Several people from the Suiyi Sect got off the spirit cat. The effect of the Ascension Drum had not yet worn off. The little coal ball kept circling around Jiang Xuan's Qiankun bag, and couldn't even fit its head in.

Bai Yushu opened Jiang Xuan's bag, and the two disciples cooperated naturally as if they were buying vegetables in the market.

Jiang Xuan: "Yeah, that's right, brother, please make the bag a little bigger."

Bai Yushu: "Little coal ball, drill in as hard as you can!"

Pei Muqing looked at the two fools with some disdain, and said leisurely: "The capacity of the Qiankun bag is limited. To fit this little bear, you need at least a top-grade Qiankun bag."

The little coal ball lay there feeling aggrieved, and heard Brother Pei calling it a little bear and pushing him back two steps with his head.

Jing Yuming: "The entrance to the secret realm should be about the same size. Xiao... ahem, Xiao Meiqiu, it should be okay for you to just go out with us like this."

Senior Brother Jing was still not used to pronouncing Little Coal Ball's name. Normally, the names of his paper, ink, brush, and inkstone were all very elegant. But his own little sister was a lively person, and the names she gave to her magic tools were also weird and straightforward.

Jiang Xuan and several of his fellow brothers discussed it and discovered that the remaining spiritual power of the four of them was not enough to fly on a sword, so they decided to take the cat car to the exit of the secret realm.

It's not very convenient without the cinnabar card. Now only the real-time transmission function of the internal competition is still available. They can't be eliminated automatically when their spiritual power runs out. If it weren't for the little coal ball, they would have to walk back.

Wan Lingyun carried Chu Xian's arm and dragged his fellow apprentice over with his sword, "Jiang Xuan, give us a ride! Chu Xian's leg was bitten by that little bug and he can't move."

Chu Xian lifted up the long sword that had been rubbed on the ground with some heartache. He felt that his arm was about to be torn apart after being pulled all the way by his senior brother.

Jiang Xuan: "Okay, come on up, the fare is 20,000 high-quality spirit stones per trip."

The little coal ball's tail swept across Jiang Xuan's shoulder, which was one of its few weak protests.

"Little Coal Ball is not happy, so let's just make 30,000."

Bai Yushu said while yawning. He leaned behind Little Coal Ball's head, gathered the long fur of the civet cat to cover himself, and felt like he was about to fall asleep.

Wan Lingyun: "I'm going to be in such a pit! Forget it, Chu Xian, you go up, I'll go on my legs"

The disciples of Yuanshan Sect are all so poor this year that they are almost eating dirt. Sword cultivators can't make much money. Although their sect has just accepted a weapon cultivator as a disciple, he has not made much money yet.

Chu Xian was so moved that he took out his Qiankun bag and paid 60,000 spirit stone bills neatly.

Wan Lingyun: "...Aren't you very poor?"

Chu Xian: "Ah? Senior Brother, our Chu family is a family of alchemists. I am the eldest son in the family and I am not short of money."

Wan Lingyun: ...I suddenly realized that my little brother is a rich man. I feel like I went too far in beating him up before...

Perhaps only Wan Lingyun didn't realize that Chu Xian was very rich. This stubborn guy was busy studying swordsmanship every day, using his skills to compete with each other, and there were not so many twists and turns in his mind.

In fact, Chu Xian also sincerely admired Wan Lingyun's heart for Taoism. He devoted himself to sword training and was too naive and silly. Perhaps he was not suitable to survive in the world of cultivation, but he was very suitable to be the eldest senior brother.

Jiang Xuan took the spirit stone ticket and looked at Wan Lingyun and Chu Xian with a weird smile, which made them feel creepy from behind.

Seeing this, the remaining disciples who had no spiritual power also paid for their tickets and got on the cat car. Some of them who were originally planning to walk by themselves were worried that they would be left alone and encounter spiritual beasts again, so they all lined up and paid their money to get on.

Yueying looked at Jiang Xuan, who was sitting on the back of a civet cat and counting spirit stone tickets until his hands cramped, and felt a throbbing pain between her eyebrows.

This guy...came to Dabi to do business, right?

From a distance, it looked like there was a sea urchin on the back of the little coal ball. The disciples were lying on the civet cat's back in a mess, and only Xue Zhe's long crown was still standing.

Song Biechen, the eldest senior sister of the Frost Cloud Sect, was born with slightly droopy eyebrows and her tone of voice sounded lazy, but she was a sword cultivator.

Xue Zhe: "Senior Sister, please sit up straight, this is too ugly"

Song Biechen: "Junior brother, you talk too much and it's annoying"

The eldest sister, a cricket pupa, lay a little further away on the back of the little coal ball, came close to Jiang Xuan, closed her eyes and chatted with him casually.

Song Biechen: "Your civet cat is so soft and comfortable, where did you catch it?"

Song Biechen leaned nonchalantly beside Jiang Xuan, who was lying with his chin resting on Xiaobai. Perhaps influenced by Senior Sister Song, he yawned and replied slowly.

"I wasn't caught, I brought it to my door on my own initiative."

Song Biechen opened his eyes and smiled, raised his hand and pinched the end of Jiang Xuan's hair, "Well, I think you are really popular with small animals."

Xue Zhe: "I'm sorry, Senior Sister used to be like this, it's hard for her to know how to keep a distance from others."

Song Biechen was followed by Xue Zhe again. He covered his ears, stood up and sat aside to avoid being alone.