When the cannon fodder was swept away by everyone! [Quick Transmigration]

Seeing that he was justified and without shame, the monks who yelled and scolded him became even more angry. They cursed the demon cultivator as shameless, and several monks in the crowd were also filled with righteous indignation, and the momentum grew louder and louder.

The cultivator was tall and thin, with mediocre talents, and usually not very outstanding. Unexpectedly, this time he yelled at the demon cultivator, but he responded to everyone.It's just that Xianmen is no better than the market, he scolded without tricks, and only a few words came and went, which made Tan Yi feel more and more boring the more he listened, and couldn't help yawning.

The monk was in high spirits, and in the excitement of the crowd, he felt that his entire chest was filled with an unprecedented sense of justice, emitting bursts of scorching heat.But when he looked up, he found that Tan Yi had yawned openly, and immediately became furious, "You demon cultivator—"

"How shameless! Despicable! Extremely shameless! The shame of a monk!" Tan Yi spoke for him, with his elbows on his knees, and asked sincerely, "Is there anything else?"

Luo Mingxuan was angry when he heard it, but when Tan Yi spoke, he couldn't help but want to laugh.In the end, even though I held back, I couldn't help feeling a little proud of myself.

Everything he wanted to say was robbed, the tall and thin monk had nothing to say, his face flushed red.He was full of righteousness, and when he saw Tan Yi's appearance, his blood immediately jumped up, completely forgetting that his cultivation was nothing but ordinary, and rushed to the front with his sword in hand, "Devil! If you have the courage, come down and fight with me!" One-on-one!"

"Oh? You want to single out?" Tan Yi became interested, looking at the few tangles of meat on his body with interest, as if he was thinking about it.

The tall and thin monk shouted with enthusiasm, "Of course!" Seeing how brave he was, the monks who had scolded him behind him also shouted for him in unison.

Tan Yi stood up, his body full of devilish energy rippling away like water, and there were bursts of turbulent ripples in the air.

The tall and thin monk concentrated on holding the sword, watching the blood-red shadow falling from the roof at a very slow speed, and he was more confident in his heart. When Tan Yi flew to him, he slashed across the sword with all his strength.But his sword had only been cut halfway, and he could no longer move forward.

The red-clothed demon cultivator crossed his chest with one hand, stretched out two fingers with the other hand, and easily clamped the tip of his sword. He glanced slightly, and there was a playful look in his beautiful and long and narrow phoenix eyes, with an indescribable romantic feeling flowing between his brows. state.

The tall and thin monk's hands trembled, but he couldn't move his eyes.

Tan Yi held the tip of the sword between two fingers, glanced at it, flicked the blade with the other hand, and sighed, "It's such a broken sword."

The tall and thin monk suddenly lost all charming thoughts, and he could be said to be furious.

He exerted the greatest strength in his life, and it actually made him pull out the sword.He slashed and stabbed extremely powerfully, but he couldn't even touch a piece of Tan Yi's clothes.In a hurry and anger, his swordsmanship became even more chaotic. During the time when Tan Yi walked through it with ease, it was like teasing a small fish, and he still had time to wink at Shen Mo who was looking at this side, with a smile on his face Yingying.

Shen Mo's hand hanging by his side curled up slightly, as if a small needle had been pricked in his heart.

Luo Mingxuan stared at Tan Yi's movements with twinkling eyes, feeling full of admiration.He stared intently, and almost wanted to applaud, but found that Tan Yi glanced at a certain place with a smile. Shen Mo on a high slope under the wall, his chest suddenly felt as if he had been hit hard by a hammer, and his whole heart felt dull pain.

The swordsmanship of the tall and thin monk was completely disturbed by Tan Yi. He stabbed the sword randomly again based on his feeling, but found that the sword became heavy, and it became heavier and heavier, and finally he couldn't even move.

Tan Yi tapped his toe on the monk's sword, folded his arms and smiled with his head tilted.The wind blowing from the ground in the secret territory made his red clothes rattle, and the exquisite rings on it jingled. His waist-length black hair was partly erected by the golden crown, and the ends of his hair fluttered in the wind.Standing in mid-air with the blade of his sword, he has a slender and straight figure, an extraordinary handsome face, and a little cinnabar between his eyebrows is as bright as blood, which almost dazzles people's eyes.

The noisy voice suddenly fell silent.

Tan Yi laughed, "This is the first time I won so easily."

"You!" The tall and thin monk blushed again with anger, but he couldn't say anything to refute.

Shen Mo shook his head, seemed to feel too arrogant, a little helpless and worried, and took a few steps forward.

"The devil!" Another person in the crowd called him loudly, "The magic weapon is always obtained by those who can. You took advantage of everyone's stalemate and took the opportunity to steal the spirit weapon. It's not because of your strength. If you just leave like this, I won't accept it!"

This man spoke in an orderly manner, Tan Yi found him in the crowd, and found that he was a strong man with thick eyebrows and big eyes.Tan Yi nodded at him, "This man is right."

"Bah, who is your dear friend!" The brawny man hurriedly drew the line in disgust, his expression terrified and unspeakable, as if any relationship with this kind of monster would stain him, like a pure and pure yellow girl.

Tan Yi sat back on the eaves and spread his hands down, "The devil also has the spirit of a devil, and he must not be as decent as you. Well, you can come up and challenge. Whoever can defeat me will be the one with this spiritual weapon." of."

Among the cultivators who came to Xuanmeng Secret Realm today, some boasted about their identities, some were half-baked, and none of them were Tan Yi's opponents. In the end, Tan Yi patted the dust on his body and threw the spiritual artifact into the Qiankun bag.

Originally they couldn't get the spiritual weapon, although they were unwilling, everyone planned to leave.But I don't know who it is, perhaps seeing Tan Yi still motionless, felt that this matter was fraudulent, thought that the spirit weapon was still in the palace, so he took the lead and rushed into the palace gate.Tan Yi hurried to stop him, but the rest of the people thought that there was a ghost in their hearts, and they all thought that there was a treasure in the palace.

They were unwilling to return empty-handed, so a large group of people turned around and ran in immediately.There was only one person in Tan Yi, and he couldn't stop the other, he said it would be dangerous, but no one listened to Moxiu's words, and there were more people scrambling to be the first, completely gone from the reserved and hesitant look at the beginning.

Tan Yi sighed and stepped back.

[System: Ah...]

[Tan Yi: What I said is useless. 】

[System: The master clearly told them that they were in danger. 】

[Tan Yi: "I" is the devil. 】

In the original text, this secret realm is full of weirdness and dangers, and the light that is suspected to be "born of a spiritual weapon" is actually just released by the beast to attract prey this time. As long as five people step into the palace gate, it will cause danger. .

Sure enough, just after a few people entered, the whole palace suddenly shook violently, the blue bricks and black tiles quickly collapsed into ruins, and then a black vortex appeared out of thin air.

The upheaval came unexpectedly, many people did not react, and some people ran towards the palace habitually.Shen Mofei stood in front of the disciples of his sect, preventing them from going any further, but there was still a young disciple standing still in the distance, about to be sucked in by the vortex.It's too late for Shen Mo to save her again.

At this time, a red shadow suddenly appeared, lifted the young disciple's back collar with one hand, and threw it far away to Shen Mo, but he was almost caught in it.Tan Yi leaned on the ground with a sword with difficulty, smiled at Shen Mo, moved his lips slightly, and silently said "You're welcome", then lowered his head and coughed violently.

[The system was startled and suddenly shocked: "!!! Master, when did you get hurt!"]

[Tan Yi: ... Demon Lord...]

[The system immediately understood, and said indignantly, "That beast!"]

Tan Yi bowed his head and coughed twice again, trying to cough up a little blood, as if he was very weak, "I mean, just now I was treated like that by the Demon Lord, and then I broke into the secret realm again and again, and finally saved someone desperately, what should I do at this time?" It’s more cost-effective to get hurt.”

[System: ... I don't understand. 】

Tan Yi continued to vomit blood hard, "Good boy, watch slowly from the side."

Shen Mo's heart beat violently, and he quickly handed over his disciple to others. Yu Jian came to Tan Yi's side, grabbed his hand and was about to take him away.

Tan Yi shook his head at him, his face was unbelievably pale, as if he had suffered a serious injury, and he could barely stay still under the eddy current, "Hurry up, you won't be able to walk with me."

Shen Mo didn't know that Tan Yi was injured. Seeing the blood leaking from between his fingers, the corners of his eyes were red. He knelt down to pick him up, but Tan Yi avoided him again.

"Don't be willful!" Shen Mo directly grabbed him back and was about to leave when the vortex behind him suddenly became more intense, and both of them were sucked in.

In the center of the rapidly rotating vortex, Shen Mo hugged Tan Yi tightly in his arms, preventing him from being hit by the stones and debris involved.

"It's so touching to save a junior of yours." Tan Yi was still in the mood to laugh, and coughed a few times, "Even he worked so hard to save an annoying person."

Shen Mo felt the bloody smell coming from his chest, his heart turned cold, and his throat was dry, "Don't talk."

Tan Yi really stopped talking, the wind was too strong, and he couldn't speak.Shen Mo held his hand tighter and tighter.

Suddenly, there was a bright light in the distance, and the vortex flow speed on both sides of the body became larger, so that people's consciousness gradually became blurred.There is a sentence blown away by the wind, "I don't hate you."

[Drip, open the dream copy: past memories. 】

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When Shen Mo woke up, he was lying on a piece of grass. He stood up, brushed off the grass blades on his sleeves, and looked around.

This is a forest, and he is in a clearing in the forest, surrounded by lush and towering ancient trees.This scene seems real, but it is slightly weird.

Shen Mo frowned, knowing that this was a dream in a secret realm.

Canglan Mountain's selection of disciples is very strict. Disciples are not only strictly selected at the beginning, but also need to enter the "Xuanmeng Secret Realm" for trials after three years.In this secret realm, if the new disciples are not strong-minded, they will be pulled into the "xuanmeng" and face their most unforgettable memories.Disciples who dare not face it or are disturbed by dreams and cannot get out will be sent down the mountain after the trial.

He has already passed the trial ground, why was he dragged into Xuanmeng again?Shen Mo thought of that weird vortex, and vaguely felt that it should be related to it.

He is here, what about talking about clothes?

Will his injury worsen?Can a person be in danger?Can you handle it if you encounter danger?If you can't handle it...

Shen Mo sprinted through the woods, searching everywhere for Tan Yi's whereabouts. The uneasiness and panic in his heart became deeper and deeper, and his usual calmness and self-control were almost completely lost.

After walking for a quarter of an hour, there was still no sign of Tan Yi, Shen Mo couldn't help but patted the ancient tree next to him, and countless green leaves fell down immediately.

At this time, several horseshoes sounded, and a black horse stopped in front of him.

Shen Mo looked up, and immediately there was a boy sitting there.

The young man looked only thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a dazzling red dress, with a golden crown on his hair, a handsome face, a little cinnabar between his brows, and he seemed to be in high spirits.

The young man took a few glances at Shen Mo, and a hint of amazement flashed in his bright black pupils. At such a young age, the smile on his lips seemed to be romantic. He asked, "Which sect are you a little brother from?"