I am deeply in love with my old enemy? [Transmigration Book]

The Fengming Sect is dressed in white, and each cultivator also wears their own styles. If you can't tell from the back at first glance, they are unknown people. There are very few male cultivators other than Tan Qing who have tampered with their clothes. Therefore, they all have a unique style in their hairstyles and instruments, and they are highly recognizable.

Basically, if you look at any magic weapon, you can know which island it is from. The person on the Pianshengtai knew it from the shape of the head. The monks naturally did not follow the rituals of the world. At the end, half of it stays on the back of the shoulder, holding the bones of immortality.

The one on the stage, tied up his black hair meticulously behind his head, and put on a hat to cover it. Thinking about them, they are cultivators of immortality. Put aside whether the hair is smooth or not. The length, the thickness, if it is tied on the back of the head, wouldn't it be as big as the bag on the forehead of a birthday star

It's not beautiful.That Huan Fang was also strange, his hair was covered under the hair crown, neither big nor small.

Tan Qing saw it strangely once, that Huan Fang...could be a bald man with a lot of hair loss.

His hair was the real thing, probably too tight, and even the expression on his face was tied into an expression of "Hell's Trial Picture", unchangeable.

The elder of Falitang, Yao Ye's master, always said that he chose the wrong person at the beginning, and should choose Huan Fang as his first disciple.His expression, at first glance, is a piece of fair material.

The master keeps talking about other people's children in your ears all day long. Yao Ye naturally doesn't have any good feelings for Huan Fang, but except him, almost everyone has no good feelings for Huan Fang.

It is not easy for the elder brother who is a teacher and educator in the Congbian Hall to be hated by the entire Fengming Sect.It's also interesting to say, before Suzhen came, the person who hated the most in the entire Fengming faction was Huan Fang.

Yao Ye glanced at Su Zhen: "You people with ice spirit power, are you so good at offending people?"

Before Tan Qing could defend himself, his gaze shifted to Tan Qing again: "You too, you are so liked by ice attribute people, the one on stage is, and so is the one off stage."

He didn't know what he thought of, but he showed a rare prudence on the half-bearded face: "You have to be careful, don't make another white-eyed wolf."

"It's just that the ideas don't match. It's not as serious as you said." Tan Qing didn't know what to say for a while. After all, how could he simply use the three words "white-eyed wolf" to sum up the past.

Just as they were talking, Huan Fang's sword on the stage was already across the throat of the contestant, and the outcome was decided.

According to the regulations, the loser untied the sword tassel from the ritual vessel and handed it to Huan Fang.

The rules are like this, the loser will hand over the sword spike to the winner, and those who do not have the inner disciple Jiansui on the sword cannot participate in the competition.

And those with more swords in their hands can challenge those with fewer at will.

Just hand the sword spike to that person.

The winner will receive half of the other person's sword tassel.

This can also be regarded as a method of protection. The person being challenged has two sword spikes in his hand. If he wins, he will have many swords. If he loses, he will have one in his hand so that he will not be out.

But what's the use of not being out?Entering Fengming inheritance is not something that one can enter without getting out.

For example, in the two competitions today and tomorrow, there is a bargaining chip to invite the battle, and it is also to brush down some poor cultivation bases, so as not to cause casualties.

"Pretentious." Yao Ye said: "The competition can be solved within ten breaths, but you have to use the disciple's sword to guide you for a long time, heh." His chin picked at the disciple who bowed his head and admitted defeat: "Look Looking at him, do you feel half grateful? I'm afraid I still resent Huan Fang for allowing him to be teased by cats and mice for a long time in front of everyone. Take a look, those eyes are like knives."

Tan Qing suddenly turned his head to look at him. Just looking at Yao Ye, he almost knocked some melon seeds in his hands and laughed at Huan Fang, but Tan Qing always felt that it was not that simple, so he suddenly smiled: "I didn't expect Huan Fang's The junior brother who worked so hard to guide him didn't see it, I didn't see it, but you, who hate him the most, can see it."

When Yao Ye was about to explode, he suddenly heard a voice behind the two of them: "Excuse me."

Turning his head to look, it was Huan Fang who was always stern and expressionless, and he didn't know how much he had listened to.

"There is no way." Yao Ye said, "Which way do you choose to go?"

He was about to say something cruel, but he saw Tan Qing who was beside him turned away and took two steps to the side.

The road gave way very generously.

Huan Fang walked over without looking back, leaving only a high head for the three people present, not to mention that the hair was all bundled up, and there was an old-fashioned majesty in it, which reminded Yao Ye that he was still there. In the world, an old pedant who taught himself lessons.

It is pedantic and old-fashioned, and everything is done according to the rules, as if the world cannot live without the rules.He is not afraid of him, but he is very annoying, and he is naturally wrong.

Seemingly remembering the ruler in the hands of the old pedant, Yao Ye shuddered unconsciously.When I realized that I had made such an action unconsciously, I immediately looked at Tan Qing, and for fear of being ridiculed by him, I hurriedly said: "I don't know if he heard the nonsense you made up, if he took it seriously What should I do, with such an old pedant by my side, I won’t be able to suffocate me, do you think everyone is like you and can tolerate him?”

The more he talked, the angrier he became, as if he was about to return to the horror of being dominated by the old pedant, he stopped talking to Tan Qing, and quickly pushed him: "Get out of the way, it's time for me to compete."

Just now, the two of them were standing in the right position and lost one of them for no reason, but it seemed a little too loose, and Tan Qing realized it - where is Su Zhen?

He turned back, but didn't look for it very carefully. Su Zhen was standing no more than five steps away from him, looking at him quietly.It left him a private space, but it also stopped at a position that he could see when he turned his head.

Before he waved his hand, Su Zhen walked up to his side at a faster pace, standing a little behind where Yao Ye was standing just now, but Tan Qing didn't have to turn his head when talking to him.

"Okay, I'm tired too. If you want to watch and observe the experience, you can watch it, and you can leave if you want."

"Then, tomorrow's game. Will the senior come to see it? Even if it's just standing in the audience."

It's boring, he might as well play with Qiu Mingzhu for a while if he has the time: "Do you think I still need to watch this competition? Or do you think it will be difficult for the first promotion, let me cheer you up?"

"I don't have that much free time."

Maybe because he felt that the words were a little too serious, Tan Qing said slowly: "Did you watch the competition just now?"

"Looked."

"If you meet him..." Tan Qing originally wanted to say that you just admit defeat, but then thought that Su Zhen is the protagonist after all, who knows what kind of moth will come out at that time.

"Forget it, just pretend I didn't say it."

Su Zhen was silent for a while, looking at Tan Qing with his eyes, and his lips were tightly pursed, not knowing where his voice came from: "Eldest brother means that if you meet him, you will also let him know." Am I admitting defeat?"

It was rare for him to be wronged when he said this, the sounds of swords and swords on the stage, and the whispers of people under the stage all covered his tone.

"Admit defeat?" Tan Qing scanned him up and down, as if he didn't understand where his big words came from: "If you can survive ten tricks under his hands, it's already good. If I were you, I'd better Look forward to never facing him."

Before he could finish his words, Su Zhen slowly opened his clenched hands: a sword tassel was lying on his palm.

Tan Qing suddenly had a bad feeling: "Who gave this to you."

Suzhen didn't say a word, who else could give Jiansui to others besides Huanfang?

"I'll go find him."