Quick Transmigration: My Dark History

"Chirp."

Jiang Yan tilted his head.

What reward do you want?

Bai Jing smiled and said: "I want to see Fanfan's human form."

Jiang Yan didn't panic when he heard the words, he just shook his head, expressing that he had no human form.

"That's such a pity." Bai Jing sighed, and said intentionally or unintentionally, "Speaking of which, when Fanfan took me to the underground cold spring that day, I saw a person in the spring."

Jiang Yan blinked at him and said nothing.

Bai Jing continued to say reminiscingly: "That person is really beautiful, and I can't forget it. He is the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my life." Then he said, "If Fanfan can be transformed into a human form, will he also be a beautiful person?" Great beauty?"

Jiang Yan thought about it, beauties and men, regardless of gender, are all beauties on the whole.

So the little fox nodded reservedly at Bai Jing.

Yes, I am a big beauty.

Seeing that the little fox was so serious, Bai Jing laughed, and then sighed: "That person is really beautiful... I am from Zhongzhou, and I have traveled to the East China Sea all the way, and I have traveled too many places. Whether it is the world or Penglai, I have seen many Shaomeiren, what is the bewitching concubine of the country, the beauty of the city, the throwing fruit Pan An, and Fu Fen He Lang, I don't think there is such a beauty." Finally, said, "I believe that Fanfanchang is so beautiful, and it will be so beautiful when it takes human form. A first-class beauty."

The little fox thought to himself, you don't need to say it, I was originally a first-class beauty.

Even if it is the ugliest of our spirit fox clan, in your human clan, it would still be a delicate beauty and a handsome man.

So much for the topic of the beauty in the underground cold spring, when Bai Jing returned to the residence with the little fox in his arms, it was already dark.

He lit the lamp, put the broken wooden sword in a box, prepared dinner for the little fox first, wiped his face and washed his paws, put the little fox to sleep as usual, and then went to find a tree. Straight tree, remade a wooden sword.

When polishing the barb on the wooden sword, he thought about it, and made another one.

Tomorrow there will be two more rounds of competition, if he continues to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, the wooden sword will have to be broken again.

Facts proved that he had predicted well. On the second day of the big competition, he did have two more rounds, namely the third and fourth rounds, in the morning and afternoon respectively.

The opponents in these two rounds are all Foundation Establishment.

Today there is no more Qi refining.

The third round of Bai Jing's competition was relatively late, and he had a lot of leisure time. He watched the competitions of the other brothers and brothers for a while, and then went to Sun Youwei's competition stage to watch Sun Youwei's fighting methods and sword skills. .

From this point of view, it was still the Changliang sword that even the elders of the inner sect coveted. Sun Youwei held it in his hand, and it was surprisingly easier to use than when he was in the merit hall two months ago.

Obviously, in the past two months, Sun Youwei has also practiced hard.

Bai Jing thought shamelessly, he was afraid that he vomited blood from the beating that day, and felt ashamed and exasperated.

Today is cloudy with very thick clouds.

The wind is cool, but the long cool sword is even cooler.

But seeing Sun Youwei pinching the sword art with his left hand and lightly moving the Changliang sword in his right hand, the sword energy visible to the naked eye immediately condensed into an autumn water-like posture on the sword body, and the faint water vapor was dense, and anyone who was far away could feel it Feel the refreshing coolness.

Like autumn water.

But how can the real autumn water be so cool?

So in the end it is still sword energy, with a sharp edge hidden in the cold.

The sword energy formed, and Sun Youwei attacked the opponent with a sword, the castration was extremely fast and merciless.

The opponent's reaction was a little slow, and he couldn't dodge in time. When he was invaded by the sword energy, his whole body seemed to be covered with frost, his hair and beard were all white, and he couldn't move.

Soon, the opponent took the initiative to admit defeat, and Sun Youwei won.

The elder twirled his beard and said, "Changliang swordsmanship really lives up to its reputation."

The rest of the elders also nodded: "Deacon Sun really values ​​this junior."

Not only the Changliang sword was given, but also the corresponding sword skills were given.

When this junior enters the inner sect, he will be protected by Sun Hai and worshiped under the name of a powerful elder. With the careful training of the elder and Sun Hai, he may achieve a lot in the future.

Before Sun Youwei stepped down, Bai Jing quietly withdrew from the crowd and went to another competition arena to continue watching the battle.

Watching many battles between foundation establishment and foundation establishment, all kinds of swordsmanship emerge in endlessly, and various methods are seen frequently. It can be seen that Bai Jingxin has a feeling, and his understanding of sword cultivation has become clearer.

When it was almost noon, it was finally Bai Jing's turn to take the stage.

I don't know if it was destined by God or Sun Youwei secretly arranged it. Although Bai Jing's opponent in the third round is also in the foundation building stage, he is a person who has not even mastered swordsmanship, let alone all kinds of swordsmanship.

So Bai Jing easily won the victory.

Someone who watched his second round of competition yesterday curled his lips and said, "He was really lucky to win just like that."

Even Sun Youwei couldn't help sneering: "Let's see how long he can go with good luck."

Only then did Bai Jing realize that his opponent was not arranged by Sun Youwei.

So he continued to think shamelessly that his luck today seemed to be really good.

In the afternoon, the fourth round of competition.

After reading Sun Youwei's and having a more thorough understanding of the moves of Changliang swordsmanship, Bai Jing entered the martial arts arena under the watchful eyes of everyone, and started the last match with his opponents today.

There is no sunset today, the sky is dim, and the dark clouds are heavy, making people feel depressed and panicked.

An elder took out a few luminous pearls, flicked his fingers, and the luminous pearls stopped at the four corners of the competition platform.

The bright light shone, illuminating the room as if it were daytime, even every detail was visible, without any shadows.

In such light, Bai Jing held a wooden sword and saluted his opponent solemnly.

After the opponent returned the salute, the two moved at the same time.

This time the opponent had already chosen a sword.

Because it was chosen in the outer sect, it is naturally not a good sword, not even one tenth of Changliang's.

But it was such an insignificant sword, but it forced Bai Jing to retreat inch by inch, the wooden sword in his hand was cut off bit by bit, and he almost got close to him by the spirit sword several times, extremely embarrassed, extremely flustered, and really at a disadvantage.

Seeing this, some elders commented: "If he also has a spirit sword, he will not be suppressed like this."

"Well, it's a pity. If he doesn't fight back, he might lose."

"Let's see what he will do."

While the elders were talking, Bai Jing finally made a move when he was forced to the edge of the competition arena, only half a step away from landing.

The third form of the Yelai Fengyu swordsmanship, Chun Xiaofeng.

The wind is coming.

The wind is coming.

The wind comes——

The wind, which was even more violent than the wind from Chunxiao, broke out suddenly!

Under such an explosion, not only was the opponent vomited blood frequently and lost his combat power due to the wind, but Bai Jing himself turned pale, and a line of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

Bai Jing won miserably.

Sun Youwei, who was watching the whole battle, didn't know what he was thinking, but for the first time in history, he didn't mock him in front of him, but only took a deep look at him, and left first.

Bai Jing declined the kindness of the two senior brothers to send him back, and walked slowly away alone, holding the wooden sword that had been broken into countless pieces.

As night fell, it was drizzling.

That skinny back gradually drifted away, lonely and cold.

……

Day three.

The last day of the outer disciple Dabi.

There are not many people who can still participate in the competition today.

The number of onlookers was nearly doubled, and they all came from the inner gate, wanting to see what kind of good seed appeared in the outer gate this time.

Even Deacon Sun Hai came in person to create momentum for Sun Youwei.

Bai Jing glanced at Sun Hai.

The cultivation level at the peak of Dandan, his face is somewhat similar to Sun Youwei's, and the two may have an extremely close blood relationship.

The elders ranked according to the number of victories in the previous two days. Bai Jing and Sun Youwei were both number one, so they had a bye. As long as the other people finished the competition, they would draw lots to win and compete for the top three.

There is only one competition platform left.

The audience in the audience was crowded and noisy, and Bai Jing stood quietly in one place, no matter how others approached him, he would ignore him, and the whole person remained motionless, quietly watching the competition.

The sword flowers are dazzling, and the sword energy is overwhelming.

Those who can stay until the last day are indeed no rookies.

Two hours later, the competition was over with the exception of Bai Jing and Sun Youwei. The elders re-ranked and began to draw lots.

It is said that it is a public drawing of lots, but who will be drawn to fight with whom depends on what the elders mean.

Soon after the lottery was drawn, Bai Jing's penultimate opponent was indeed Sun Youwei.

——This time it was really arranged by Sun Youwei.

Sun Youwei stretched out his hands, and turned onto the stage in a chic and smooth manner.

Bai Jing was not as pushy as he was, and walked up to the stage in a normal way.

After the two came to the stage, the elder announced the start of the competition, and they saluted each other, and then they heard Sun Youwei say, "I have finally waited for this day."

Finally waited until the day that could kill you.

Bai Jing replied coldly: "I have finally waited for this day."

I finally waited until the day when I could completely trample you under my feet and return all the humiliation I suffered before to you.

Not much to say, Sun Youwei was the first to strike the sword.

Sword Qi turns into autumn water, and autumn water produces coolness.

The coolness penetrated into the bone, forming sword energy.

When Sun Youwei came up, it was a big move in Changliang's swordsmanship, with the intention of completely suppressing Bai Jing, so that he could tease this trash to his heart's content in the next time, so that this trash would know that trash is always trash, No matter how hard you try, it's still trash.

Not to be outdone, Bai Jing also made a big move.

The fourth form of the Yelai Fengyu swordsmanship is also the most powerful form, Chun Xiaoyu.

But it was a coincidence that there was more real water vapor in the Changliang autumn water that was blowing towards my face.

It's raining.

Tick-tick, tick-tock.

It's raining lightly.

The raindrops moistened the young man's long eyelashes, and he blinked the water droplets off, and then swung the wooden sword in his hand by taking advantage of the fine rain.

There is wind and rain.

Although the wind was light and the rain was not heavy, it was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

With a sword forward, the rain instantly overflowed like a waterfall.

The wind comes at night, the rain comes at night, the dawn of spring has arrived, and the flowers are not known——

"Wow."

The sound of rain is getting louder.

Autumn water is mixed in it, splashing blood and blooming flowers.

Under the rain curtain, the young man slowly lowered his hands with a calm and indifferent expression.

The corners of her lips, which were usually plain, quietly, quietly, showed a slight smile.