Raiding That Tsundere [Quick Transmigration]

Hua Zhirong, maybe it can't be called Hua Zhirong, but the monk who has the same face as Hua Zhirong seemed to be stunned when he saw Wen Jingshu, and then turned his head and sneered at the monk: "Yang Ji, let me see where you can go this time."

That monk is Yang Ji, staring at him with hatred in his eyes, as long as he is given another hour, he will be able to recover at least [-]% to [-]% of his original skill. Possibly, but running away is no problem.

Just wait for him to run away, give him another month, no, half a month, and he will be able to break through to Nascent Soul, let alone these two little bastards, even if there are twenty, he can easily crush to death .

But not now, Yang Ji clenched the medicine bottle in his hand, the monk with the same face sneered again, but didn't say any more nonsense, but directly raised his sword and flew towards Yang Ji, while his companion backed away A few steps guarded the entrance of the cave to prevent Yang Ji from running away.

Yang Ji was originally a master in the mid-stage of Jindan, but now he is seriously injured, his strength has been greatly reduced, and he has fallen to the late foundation establishment stage. The little monk is a well-known genius in the cultivation world. Now he is eighteen years old and has completed the foundation establishment , is a half-step golden elixir master, and it is very likely that he will advance to the golden elixir in the near future, becoming the No. 1 who has achieved a golden elixir in less than [-] years in thousands of years.

The little monk raised his right hand slightly, and pulled a beautiful sword flower, bringing out traces of sword energy, and the atmosphere suddenly froze. Yang Ji opened his eyes wide and wanted to dodge, but the little monk didn't give him a chance, and the sword edge turned slightly , the sword blade had cut off half of Yang Ji's long hair, Yang Ji was angry and anxious, but his strength was weak, so he took out his magic weapon and wanted to run away.

The little monk tapped his toes, borrowed some strength, and easily stopped Yang Ji's movements.

The monk who was guarding the entrance of the cave looked quite nervous, but he was relieved when he saw this scene, and Wen Jingshu, who was also a little worried at first, was also relieved.

The little monk played with Yang Ji for a while, and Yang Ji was so angry that his face turned red, but he couldn't do anything to him, and when he was about to put on a stance to die together, the little monk caught him.

"With your current appearance, you still feel that you are qualified to die with me?" The little monk said that he loosened his hands, obviously without using any force, but Yang Ji fell heavily on the ground, his face was deformed, he coughed and spit out A mouthful of blood rolled his eyes and made him dizzy.

"Tie him up." The little monk kicked in disdain, and said to the person at the door.

"Junior Brother Hua is really getting more and more powerful now." The cultivator at the door didn't mind, he smiled and conjured a rope out of nowhere, and tied the five flowers of Yang Ji on the ground together.

"It's just that he is too weak." The little monk turned his head away.

Wen Jingshu was stunned when he heard him call "Junior Brother Hua". This person who looks the same as Hua Zhirong is also surnamed Hua?

"Hey, who are you, and why are you with this evil way?" "Junior Brother Hua" secretly looked at Wen Jingshu several times, seeing his dumbfounded look, he thought he was frightened, and finally couldn't help but speak up.

Wen Jingshu blinked, took a deep breath, looked at this familiar face that could no longer be familiar, and pretended to be scared: "If you return to the immortal master, I, I am his new apprentice."

"Apprentice? This villain will also accept apprentices?" Another monk tied up Yang Ji, and when he lifted him up, he looked relaxed as if he was carrying an empty basket.

Wen Jingshu felt that he had to get to know the world again.

"He was selfish in the past, he refused to accept disciples desperately, why did he accept one when he was fleeing..." The monk looked at Wen Jingshu and wanted to say something, but suddenly stopped while speaking.

The old thief Yang Ji said that he really wanted to take in an apprentice. Unless the sky fell, otherwise it would be impossible, but he still took in an apprentice, and it was such a sensitive period. Let’s think about his evil ways With his identity and the current situation of being seriously injured, this "apprentice" is either used to make a furnace or to make alchemy.

Looking at Wen Jingshu's handsome face, no matter how you think about it, it's the former.

"Where are you from?" "Junior Brother Hua" naturally thought of it. For some reason, when he thought that Wen Jingshu would be used by that old thief to make a furnace and do something like that, he felt inexplicably upset. The most direct feeling is that he wants to snatch Yang Ji from his senior brother and whip his corpse a hundred times.

"Junior Brother Hua" was in a bad mood, and his tone became more aggressive. Wen Jingshu had no choice but to pretend to be even more frightened, and whispered the name of the small mountain village.

"Junior Brother Hua, oh, please be more compassionate and cherish the jade, don't scare people." The brother said and winked at Wen Jingshu. Be amused.

"Junior Brother Hua" was even more upset. He glanced at his senior brother forcefully, then looked at Wen Jingshu, and asked, "Do you want to go back?"

Before Wen Jingshu could answer, "Junior Brother Hua" immediately added: "We don't know where your home is, and you have to lead the way."

Wen Jingshu shook his head: "I was flying with a sword for two days by my master...this man stopped here. I don't remember the way. I only know that our county is called Fushui County."

"Fushui County? I don't think I've heard of it." The senior brother scratched his face, thought about it carefully, and couldn't think of a reason.

Wen Jingshu pursed his lips and lowered his head, not speaking.

"Oh, little brother, don't be sad. Do you have spiritual roots? Both of us are disciples of the Guiyi sect. Do you know the Guiyi sect? It doesn't matter if you don't know. It's a very powerful sect anyway. Do you have any?" You can join our Guiyi sect with spiritual roots. Anyway, you followed this old thief because you wanted to cultivate immortals. It is much more cost-effective to enter my Guiyi sect than to follow him. After you draw your energy into your body and become a monk, you can find your way back home. It's not too late." The senior brother began to try his best to promote his sect.

Wen Jingshu shook his head: "My aptitude is not good, I'm just a five-spirit root."

That senior brother got stuck all of a sudden, the minimum standard for returning to one sect is three spiritual roots, only those with double spiritual roots or mutated spiritual roots are eligible to enter the inner sect, but that's how it is, there are hundreds of people in the inner sect, There are tens of thousands of people outside the gate.

People like Wen Jingshu don't even have the qualifications to join Guiyi sect.

"Junior Brother Hua" glanced at his senior brother, for some reason, the senior brother always felt that he saw naked mockery in his eyes.

"Hey, Wulinggen is not impossible," "Junior Brother Hua" said leisurely, "I still have a few places under my command, you can be my registered disciple."

The senior brother looked at him in surprise when he heard this. Their inner disciples did have a few quotas, but they were not registered disciples, but boys' quotas. But it is not much different from real disciples. This is the power only personal disciples have, and each personal disciple has only one registered disciple.

This can be regarded as an additional benefit for direct disciples. Registered disciples are listed under the name of direct disciples, but they can enjoy the treatment of real inner disciples. Usually direct disciples are given to those with insufficient qualifications in the family, or those who want to win over someone object, give this benefit.

The direct disciples are all talented people, and they will advance to the Golden Core in the future, and [-]% of them will become Nascent Soul monks. In the famous town, there will even be a monk who transforms the gods. This is the sect's disguise to help them win over power Buy people's hearts.

But such an important quota, "Junior Brother Hua" gave it to this person who he had known for less than a quarter of an hour without blinking an eye, and he didn't even know his name. The real Yang Ji was indeed knocked out. What he saw with his own eyes was not a lie. "Junior Brother Hua" should not have been seized or bewitched.

The senior brother looked at Wen Jingshu again, Wen Jingshu was looking at the two of them with a blank face, not knowing how much benefit he had been promised, a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old was just at the tender age , especially Wen Jingshu, who came from a poor background and is simply like a blank sheet of paper, who makes a bed warmer is really exciting.

The senior brother turned his head to look at Hua Zhirong again, his eyes were filled with words like this: I didn't expect you to be this kind of person!