Raiding That Tsundere [Quick Transmigration]

"Junior Brother Hua was joking." Yan Zizhen's face turned blue, but he managed to force a smile.

"You mean I'm not as famous as him?" Hua Zhirong pointed to Jia Siyuan next to him.

"Of course it doesn't mean that." Yan Zizhen continued to forcefully maintain a smile.

"Then what do you mean? I don't know that my words made you laugh?" Hua Zhirong curled her lips and cast a contemptuous look at Yan Zizhen by the way.

Yan Zizhen has never been blocked like this since he was a child. After all, only others have always held his position. No matter how good his disguise is, he can't hold back now.

Hua Zhirong saw that Yan Zizhen's face gradually turned cold, and finally looked at him expressionlessly, with a bit of fierce look in his eyes, like an eagle watching its prey closely and ready to swoop down to hunt.

But Hua Zhirong is not a rabbit, let alone a tortoise: "Brother Yan's reputation is greater than that of our incompetent disciple." Hua Zhirong pulled Jia Siyuan who was eating melons to watch the fun, "I don't know it is It’s not worthy of the name.”

Yan Zizhen's face darkened again. Jia Siyuan is a rising star with a reputation in the cultivation world, but he is only a little famous. Comparing him with Jia Siyuan, this is too much to think highly of Jia Siyuan.

"Please." Yan Zizhen made a gesture of please, pointing directly at the ring on the side, Hua Zhirong was also unambiguous, he returned the gesture of please perfunctorily, and then went straight up.

At this time, many disciples from other sects had already gathered around, who in the cultivation world didn't know the names of Hua Zhirong and Yan Zizhen?Especially for their generation, these two people represent the highest level of this generation. Several disciples have secretly prepared magic tools that can record images, and are going to record a fight scene and go back Do your research.

Back then when Yan Zizhen built his foundation, everyone thought that the tradition of Guiyi disciples leading the way was about to change. Building a foundation at the age of 15 was no longer an indescribable future. After completing the foundation building, everyone realized that the name of Guiyimen, the number one sect, was still firmly established without any wavering.

Probably so, Yan Zizhen didn't say once or twice that he was going to defeat Hua Zhirong, but Hua Zhirong heard that he was about to advance to Jindan, and Yan Zizhen was going to lose again in terms of time.

"Speaking of which, I haven't congratulated Brother Yan for advancing to the Golden Core." Hua Zhirong blinked and said without sincerity.

"It doesn't matter." Yan Zizhen couldn't even make a forced smile this time. This is not congratulating him, but clearly reminding him that there is still a big gap between the two of them, and he can't win if he wins. Wu, if you lose, you will really lose face and lose your life.

However, this may also be seen as Hua Zhirong showing weakness, Yan Zizhen comforted himself in his heart, he could only win this round, not lose.

Yan Zizhen just raised his breath and prepared to attack, when Hua Zhirong raised his sword and directly moved towards his forehead, the fierce sword wind rushed towards his face, Yan Zizhen was startled, subconsciously wanted to dodge, where would Hua Zhirong let go? Passing through the flaw that he sent to the door, he chased after him directly.

Hua Zhirong's swordsmanship was sharp and decisive, almost without a moment's rest. Yan Zizhen accidentally showed a flaw, and was chased and beaten by Hua Zhirong all the time. Yan Zizhen, who was already at the early stage of Jindan, was actually suppressed from the beginning to the present There is not even a chance to fight back.

Yan Zi was sincere, and was going to use brute force to break Hua Zhirong's attack without any omissions, but when he moved, a cold smile appeared on the corner of Hua Zhirong's mouth. There were little golden-red sparks on the face, and Yan Zizhen was shocked into a cold sweat. He almost forgot that Hua Zhirong was the ultimate talent of the single mutant Lei Lingen.

The golden-red sparks gradually condensed and finally merged into lightning spots, and the entire arena was smashed into countless small holes, some of which were still "sizzling".

At that time, many people said that Hua Zhirong was not suitable to be a sword cultivator, and a Lei Linggen like him should become a Dharma cultivator, but Xie Tianyun resisted all opinions and brought him back, and Hua Zhirong himself stepped on the path without hesitation. This is the path of sword cultivation, but Yan Zizhen is the most suitable ice spirit root for sword cultivation, and now he has no power to resist being beaten by Hua Zhirong's domineering sword wind.

Moreover, the golden-red lightning became bigger and bigger, almost covering the entire arena, and everyone could no longer see clearly what was going on. When they saw it again, Yan Zizhen had already fallen to the ground, and the sword in his hand fell far away. Only Hua Zhirong was holding the sword, with a relaxed expression on his face, he slowly revealed a smile: "Thank you, Brother Yan, for your advice."

Yan Zizhen's expression changed several times, and he finally stood up, gritted his teeth and said, "Hua Zhirong, wait for me!" After saying that, he turned and left.

Hua Zhirong picked up the sword that Yan Zizhen dropped aside, and threw it casually: "Put away your trash, don't throw it around."

Yan Zizhen's eyes became more piercing, and finally he silently picked up his sword and left.

Hua Zhirong curled her lips, turned her head, and showed Wen Jingshu a relaxed and unrestrained smile, her eyes filled with: Praise me, praise me.

When Hua Zhirong stepped off the ring and walked back to his original position, Wen Jingshu saw the word "dazzling" on Hua Zhirong for the first time, it was as dazzling as if the light of the whole world had gathered on him.

Wait, Wen Jingshu seemed to really feel that there was a white light behind Hua Zhirong, but when he took a closer look, it was gone. Hua Hua on his shoulder woke up suddenly, trembled, and lay down again.

"Cough." Hua Zhirong coughed softly.

"Junior Brother..." Just when Jia Siyuan was about to say something to praise his Junior Brother Hua, Hua Zhirong glared at him, eyes filled with: Shut up, I just want to listen to Jing Shu's praise.

"Zhirong is really amazing," Wen Jingshu smiled sincerely, "I'm going to work harder too."

Hua Zhirong looked at the people around, and felt that it was time to disclose Jing Shu and his identities, saving Yan Zizhen's short-sighted, "I will protect you." Xiu Nanxiu gasped one after another.

"But I don't want to be protected by you, I want to protect you." Wen Jingshu raised his head and looked directly into Hua Zhirong's eyes, watching Hua Zhirong's face slowly appear a touch of pink, and then the color of the neck start to deepen...

Hua Zhirong took Wen Jingshu into his arms, and the two of them got on the flying sword. For a moment, only a small back was left for everyone.

Wen Jingshu was held in Hua Zhirong's arms, and when he looked up, he could see the color on his face gradually deepening, and finally turned into a deep red. Seeing Wen Jingshu's eyes, he just wanted to open his mouth to say something, Wen Jingshu Shu suddenly asked: "It won't fall?"

"Ok?"

"No matter what happens, you won't fall." Wen Jingshu asked the question in more detail.

"No." Hua Zhirong was full of anger, he had just shown Jing Shu his great strength, why did Jing Shu start to doubt him again.

"Keep your head down." Wen Jingshu's tone was gentle, Hua Zhirong did so subconsciously, until Wen Jingshu's warm and dry lips touched his lips, he opened his eyes slightly, and Feijian trembled violently.

Wen Jingshu let out a light laugh, Hua Zhirong quickly stabilized the flying sword, he was blushing and just about to open his mouth to say something, Wen Jingshu pinched his face again: "Don't fall! gone."

Hua Zhirong silently hugged Wen Jingshu tightly again, and licked her lips, as if the smell and temperature of Jingshu still remained.