Atypical Survival [Quick Transmigration]

As the schedule advances, those who can still stand in the arena today are all young talents with extremely high martial arts and undefeated.

After every competition, no matter the loser or the winner, they would glance at the angular pavilion very vaguely.Thinking of what kind of person is sitting in it, he can't help but straighten his back slightly, showing a little free and easy chivalry, as if this can make the people in the pavilion look at him more.

After all, he was a member of the Tianshan School.

Behind the curtain made of fluorescent leaves, Ji Zhaixing was indeed sitting upright, quietly watching the knights who were competing, seeming to be very attentive.Sheng Chongling was pouring tea at the side, his gaze occasionally swept across the ring.

Even if this level of battle can be regarded as extremely exciting and rewarding in the eyes of others, it is still a bit boring to Sheng Chongling.

"How about the one with the golden halberd chain?" Sheng Chongling asked.

"It's okay."

"Do you like the heroine who uses Tayun swordsmanship?"

"generally."

"The one in green clothes."

"It's okay."

"The evaluations are not bad," Sheng Chongling said suddenly, "It's no wonder you are willing to look at them but not me."

Ji Zhaixing: "..."

He was silent for a while, coughed slightly and said, "You are better than them."

Sheng Chongling slightly bent his lips, quite satisfied.

The last person standing on the stage was Qiao Wuwen, the son of the old alliance leader, who was also good at swordsmanship.His martial arts are obviously higher than those of his opponents. After winning several rounds, he has never been more breathless. He is well-dressed, handsome and suave.He even had the leisure to help the opponent who fell to the ground, which made people couldn't help but sigh for the kindness of Young Master Qiao.

He is by far the one who has stood in the ring for the longest time.

Qiao Wuwen's complexion changed slightly until the elders of the Sword Slashing League selected the next candidate.

"Green Mountain School, Meng Zhongli."

In the small pavilion, Ji Zhaixing never stopped. After receiving the warm tea from Sheng Chongling, he looked towards the center of the ring.

Meng Zhongli looked stern, with a scarlet scabbard on his waist, and his black robe was flapping with the wind.

After coming to the stage, the man gave Qiao Wuwen a slight nod, and then drew out his knife. There was a dark red groove on the shiny blade, which was full of evil.Qiao Wuwen's face obviously froze slightly, and when he stared at Meng Zhongli, he felt a little more cold and apprehensive.

The two were no longer polite, and after the fight, Qiao Wuwen realized that the opponent's martial arts were unfathomable.The moment the sword and sword intersected, his wrist was numb. After struggling to resist again, Qiao Wuwen found that the knife was getting closer and closer to his life gate. Losing—he wasn't doing it for the position of leader anyway, so it wouldn't be worthwhile to lose his life for it.

After Qiao Wuwen conceded defeat, Meng Zhongli also stopped attacking, and withdrew his knife and said, "Accept."

Qiao Wuwen smiled sincerely: "As expected, he is the elder brother of the Qingshan School, heir of the Meng family. Brother Meng's Fire Phoenix Heart Technique should also be cultivated to a high level, right?"

Only then did Meng Zhongli hold the corner of his lips coldly and said, "Excellent reputation."

Turning the jade cup around in his hand, Sheng Chongling withdrew his gaze and said: "The martial arts this year are very mediocre."

Ji Zhaixing said: "Eldest senior brother is not bad."

"..."

Noticing the rather silent gaze of the other party, Ji Jiexing turned sideways and returned a puzzled look.

Sheng Chongling paused, and said slowly: "...that's okay."

During the gap between their conversations, Meng Zhongli had already defeated the disciple of the Seven Poison Sect on the stage. Judging from the pale face of the other party and the scarlet between the fingers, I am afraid that this big disciple of the Qingshan School did not hold back much.

Meng Zhongli was silent, but his strikes were ruthless.

Swords have no eyes, and there are only rules of life and death in this arena.Seeing that Meng Zhongli seriously injured one person and beat the other until blood flowed out, several people had voluntarily abstained.The rest of the chivalrous fighters who fought against Meng Zhongli were mostly on point. They had more experience fighting first-class masters, so they also withdrew from the ring.

And it can be said that after the wheel of war, Meng Zhongli still has strength to spare.

This look of lifting weights lightly made those senior sect leaders and seniors all look satisfied with Meng Zhongli, tapping their fingertips on the table rhythmically, apparently having made up their minds.

Just when the previous old alliance leaders had already appeared and were about to announce the selection of the new leader of the martial arts alliance, they heard a chuckle from the bottom of the ring—there was a hidden mystery in it, so that the disciples with weaker internal strength, the moment they heard his voice, They all showed painful expressions, and their heads ached as if they had been pried open.

"How capable is the Qingshan faction that I am afraid of as a master—" He drew out his tone, and the man's voice, which was as sweet as honey, was a little strange.

A red shadow lightly stepped onto the stage, and the many silver ornaments on his body jingled in an instant, like a musical instrument.The man narrowed his eyes and said, "That's all."

The old alliance leader realized that he couldn't see through the depth of this young man. He was a little startled, but he still asked, "Who is here?"

"Shuzhong, Jiang Ziyu."

The man smiled and said, what he reported was not the sect, but the place he belonged to - as if he was very confident that one person could replace the entire Shuzhong.

The people around saw that his attire did not look like a man from the Central Plains, so they had guessed for a long time, but they did not expect that he was from the Central Plains.

Central Sichuan has always been a barren place, and its cultivation methods are also very different from those in the Central Plains, and it is better at using low-end hidden weapons and strange-shaped weapons.But there is a consensus on one thing - first-class masters cannot come out of Sichuan.

Although the martial arts conferences in the past have no restrictions on origin, and anyone who eliminates evil ways can participate, the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance usually belongs to people from the Central Plains.

Under the inherent prejudice, those who are jealous of men can't help but relax a little, showing a look of contempt.

Jiang Ziyu didn't care much, and said to the white-bearded old man in front of him, "I'm 23 years old this year. According to your rules, I can challenge you, right?"

Before the old leader could answer, Meng Zhongli stepped forward and said, "Please."

Jiang Ziyu flicked his sleeves first, hiding a flute in his palm, and with a touch of his lips, he blew out an extremely strange tone.

It was a rare sound repair!

The old leader had already retreated, Meng Zhongli used his internal strength to resist, the music made his blood surge and his eardrums swelled, he did have some skills, but it wasn't enough to crush him to death in an instant.

To make a quick decision.

Meng Zhongli's eyes turned cold, and when he pulled out the knife, the blade was vaguely covered with a layer of golden sparks.The snow-white blade seemed to be tempered by fire, and it was extremely red, and it attacked the Shu people who were playing.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Ziyu's skill is not bad, he just dodges lightly, the silver ring on his body makes a sound, and dodges all at once,

The man smiled with great interest, the flute turned around in his hand, transformed into a sword in the flute, stretched out neatly, and tore Meng Zhongli's sleeve robe.

Meng Zhongli's figure seemed to have paused a little.

The next moment, the two of them seemed to be stuck together, wherever Meng Zhongli went, Jiang Ziyu followed.

The long knife of Huofeng Xinfa couldn't be used, but the strange sword in the flute was extremely flexible, and finally opened a little distance, Jiang Ziyu turned into a sound attack again - within a short time of [-] moves, Meng Zhongli's body was covered with wounds.

Ji Zhuixing lowered his eyes and didn't look any further.

The competition in the arena was non-stop, Meng Zhongli seemed to get angry, and pushed Jiang Ziyu step by step.The competition between the two was dazzling and admirable.

Seeing that Jiang Ziyu seemed to be unable to succeed and was forced to a corner, the heads of the other sects nodded and said: "Meng Zhongli is definitely a great talent"... Ji Jiexing put down the cup in his hand.

"I lost." He said softly.

On the stage, Meng Zhongli was pierced through the chest by the sword in the flute, his steps swayed slightly, and he knelt down on the ground, what he saw was sticky blood.

Pale.

Jiang Ziyu drew out the murder weapon, obviously a little triumphant: "Central Plains Wulin, that's all."

The rest of the knights were furious, but everyone knew...Meng Zhongli had indeed lost.

People from the Sword Slashing Alliance took Meng Zhongli down for treatment outside the arena, and the masters who had been pending before also made their moves one after another. Under the flute of the Shuzhong man, no one was able to pass the hundred moves.

Among them, other disciples of the Qingshan Sect were naturally included.

Among them, the four disciples even had their swords broken by the person in front of them, and they left the battlefield in despair.

Shameful.

Jue Ming wiped away the blood from his lips, he was so ashamed and annoyed, he even thought about finding an opportunity to poison that arrogant Jiang Ziyu, so as to relieve today's hatred.No matter who told him that his martial arts were not good enough, he was also very embarrassed in today's battle, and he couldn't get any benefits.

Jiang Ziyu is better than so many people, Meng Zhongli is really interesting.Even when he got to the back, the disdain on his face became more and more obvious, he even went to get a chair, sat down carelessly, and said with a sneer: "My master also said that Qing Liutian of the Qingshan School has some skills, but the disciples he taught, It's all such rubbish."

Qingliutian is the head of the Qingshan School who has been in seclusion for a long time.

Jueming's eyes were really about to burst into flames, and he stood up in extreme resentment, when he suddenly heard exclamations and hisses from beside him.

He followed the eyes of others in a daze, and saw a person coming out of the small corner pavilion with a curtain.Dressed in white, with a graceful figure, it fits people's fantasies about the seniors of the Tianshan Gate.For a while, the exclamation not only did not subside, but also became more and more enthusiastic.

Jueming's eyes were fixed on the man, and he heard others say, "Senior Tianshan must not see this barbarian in Sichuan insulting me in the Central Plains before making a move", his expression was slightly hesitant.

On Ji Zhaixing's face, he still wore the silver fox mask bought at the previous feast.The mask only needed ten coppers, and it was supposed to be an extremely cheap and rough creation, but because of the person who wore it, it looked very simple and beautiful.

Sitting Jiang Ziyu did not relax his vigilance.

At least the moment Ji Zhuixing entered the arena, he stood up, his eyes full of eager light.

He obviously heard other people's words, raised his chin slightly and said, "Are you from the Tianshan sect?"

In fact, to be accurate, the Tianshan faction is not in the Central Plains.

Ji Zhaixing said flatly: "Please enlighten me."

With just such a sentence, Cassia Ming opened his eyes wide and his mind went blank.

Jiang Ziyu has already made a move.

During this period of time, Ji Zhaixing has naturally re-determined what sword technique he wants to practice, and has practiced it many times.

He had only fought against Sheng Chongling in this set of swordsmanship, and it was very difficult to find the opponent's flaws, so much so that Ji Jiexing always thought that his skills were quite insufficient.But when the opponent on the opposite side changed, he realized——

The opponent is too slow.

So everyone could notice that the invincible knight in Shu just now... was being hanged and beaten.

The "Tianshan Gate" senior has a thin body, but he used the sword sharply and decisively, only sealing the dead point of the opponent's whole body, forcing Jiang Ziyu to retreat.

That set of sword moves was extremely exquisite, and Ji Zhaixing used his internal strength to control his energy to wander around the sword.After swinging the sword, following the sword style, the cold air was also stimulated.Gathering at the top of the sword, a blade of ice condensed in the air—like a poisonous dragon suddenly jumping out, spreading its sharp claws and fangs, directly pressing against Jiang Ziyu's eyebrows.

A drop of blood was frozen on the ice blade.

Jiang Ziyu was startled, and staggered back two steps.

Everyone in the audience, inadvertently saw Ji Zhaixing's wide sleeves that were blown up by the wind because he swung his sword to kill, and the hand holding the sword was faintly visible, pale and pale, like melting snow, even pale. The blue meridians are clearly visible.

Suddenly, his face became hot.

It is even more rare for those female heroes who are in their youth to lower their eyes shyly and timidly.

This disciple of the Tianshan School is not only superb in martial arts...they also seem to be pretty in appearance.

Jiang Ziyu's body was also scratched twice, and some silver ornaments fell to the ground with a tinkling sound, which woke him up.He turned his head to look at Ji Zhaixing, and said as if suddenly enlightened: "You guys from Tianshan faction..."

"Green Mountain School."

"Huh?" Jiang Ziyu was startled.

"Green Mountain School, Ji Zhai Xing." The young man in front of him took the sword back.The eyebrows and eyes under the mask were cold, and the fine eyelashes drooped slightly.

Not to mention Jiang Ziyu, even people from other sects couldn't react in a daze, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that they turned pale with shock.

I don't know whether I should be shocked first, how could I become a member of the Qingshan School after coming out of the small building of the Tianshan School; or should I be surprised that the Qingshan School has such a young disciple with superb martial arts skills.

Compared with him, it seems that even Meng Zhongli's kung fu has become unappreciable.

Jiang Ziyu, who didn't know the situation, could accept it the most. He said frankly, "Then I should apologize, your Qingshan faction is very powerful."

Ji Zhaixing nodded, and when he was about to go down, the old leader eagerly stopped him.

"It seems that our new martial arts leader is much younger than what I imagined."

Ji Zhaixing: "..."

He came up so fast that he almost forgot that he was electing a new leader. He paused and said, "It's not yet settled."

No matter who it is, come up now...

As a result, many elders next to him began to discuss again.

But this time there was a surprisingly unanimous consensus—Jizhai Xing was the best candidate.

After all, the new leader's martial arts are extremely high, his teacher is from a famous family, and he seems to have a close relationship with the Tianshan faction, which is really a perfect fit.

Even Jiang Ziyu, an alien who was rejected, said very seriously: "I think you have the best martial arts."

Ji Zhaixing glanced at the small attic with a hint of distress.

Sheng Chongling looked at the young man below, his body was slightly stiff, and his hand holding the sword seemed to be a little tighter.The way he looked up almost made him smile.

The bed of Zhanjianmeng is extremely soft, so it doesn't hurt to stay for a few more days.

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Letter to teacher:

Come back late, pick up the stars and return after succeeding the leader.