Cannon fodder always wants to be the protagonist [Transmigration Book]

Seeing the man in blue, Yan Xiaoran frowned imperceptibly, and said: "Master Xing Shao, Lingmei just left for an afternoon, she must have returned to Xiaoxiang Palace, you can go after it now."

Xing Qingmo still smiled and said, "I'm not looking for her, I'm here to look for Jing Fansheng."

Jing Shixi looked up at him viciously.

Yan Xiaoran didn't respond at all, and said in a flat but very sure tone: "I have already confirmed that the father of this child is not Jing Zhenren. Why should Mr. Qingmo make things difficult for this innocent father and son?"

"Jing Fansheng has always been a very ghostly person. If he doesn't want you to find out, how can Mr. Xiao Ran see it?" Xing Qingmo's eyes are very narrow and long, and the corners of his mouth are naturally raised. When he is not smiling, he still looks temperamental A noble young man who is good looking and pleasing to the eye, but he looks a bit like a fox when he smiles, which always makes people feel that he has malicious intentions.

Turning his gaze to Jing Shishi, he smiled meaningfully, and said: "It is widely rumored that in 15 years, the Immortal Qianjin escaped into the Jedi Valley and had a child with the daughter of the Qin family in it. It must be his age... I think this child looks very similar to Jing Fan, hey, did you notice? They are all those thin lips that are ungrateful and ungrateful!"

Jing Shixi pursed his lips tightly, and pressed his hand on the sword without saying a word.

Yan Xiaoran really looked down at Jing Shishi.

But his eyes flicked quickly from the boy's face.

He turned around to look at the situation of the young men under his sect not far away, and then said to Xing Qingmo: "Palace Master Xing Shao, if you have anything to do, let's talk about it after I rescue the disciples under my sect."

"Hey, what are you in a hurry for!" Xing Qingmo hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, Yan Xiaoran subconsciously took half a step forward to protect Jing Shixi behind him, but Xing Qingmo just drew a line in the air with his fan, a transparent The enchantment surrounded them.

Xing Qingmo continued to laugh and said, "Mr. Xiao Ran, what are you busy with? Look, isn't someone there already saving your disciples and grandchildren?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a roar that pierced the night sky came.

"Fuck! Who dares to touch my son!"

Soon, there was more than just a roar, a black figure quickly passed by their barrier, and rushed towards the positions of the bodyguards.

Jing Shixi almost dropped his jaw in shock, Yan Xiaoran didn't move, Xing Qingmo laughed loudly, and fanned again.

The four people in the air looked towards the place where the juniors were.

Jing Fansheng came all the way chasing Shi Shi's breath, the field at night was too dark, he could only see a group of teenagers from a long distance, like a pot of sticky bean buns, tightly packed together and tied up tightly.

From a distance, he couldn't see if there was Jing Shishi among those teenagers, but there was no one else here, even Yan Xiaoran didn't know where he went.Seeing that those people had already drawn out their spirit swords, how could he think so much in a hurry.

The accident happened only in an instant, and Jing Fansheng rushed over with a thunderous fury. He was still in the air, and he had already taken out a magic weapon that could emit smoke to block people's sight from his arms and threw it out.

The distance instantly became filled with smoke and dust, and Jing Shishi who was on the side saw his father rushing over regardless, and immediately yelled loudly.But no matter how much he yelled, no one outside the barrier could hear a sound.

Jing Shixi had no choice but to pull out his saber in desperation, and kept chopping at the barrier.Seeing this, Yan Linglong quickly drew out her spirit sword to help.

Although the situation was urgent, she discovered that the black boy's saber turned out to be a spirit sword.

This sword is like his mask, it is black all over, and it also glows coldly in the dark night.Maybe it's because the scabbard is special and can hide the aura, so this sword looks like an ordinary sword.

Yan Xiaoran didn't move, he just looked back at Xing Qingmo, and asked with a cold voice: "What exactly do you want?"

Xing Qingmo looked at Jing Shishi who kept trying to rush out of the barrier, but was always bounced back, and said with a cynical smile: "What are you doing? Since Mr. Xiao Ran can't detect whether it is Jing Fansheng or not, how about Just use my method to try."

Yan Xiaoran was silent.

Xing Qingmo gathered the folding fan together again, tapped the palm of his other hand with the fan bone, and laughed even more wildly: "An expert will know if there is one as soon as he makes a move."

If this Nascent Soul cultivator in black robe could still rescue those teenagers under the siege of two Nascent Soul cultivators and a few Golden Core cultivators, then it would mean that he was probably Jing Fansheng.

After all, there are only a few well-known casual cultivators in Jianghu who have no background and no sect, and there are very few masters.Taoist Fansheng, who is arrogant and arrogant, is obviously one of them.

The people present did not make a sound, but they all understood what he meant.

Jing Shishi suddenly turned his head and stared at Xing Qingmo viciously, like an enraged little animal.

Xing Qingmo ignored Jing Shishi, he waved his fan again and watched the situation in the distance with interest.

The smoke in the distance hadn't cleared up yet, and it seemed that several teenagers in white clothes had been cut and loosened by someone in the chaos, and they all ran out of the smoke.

Chu Yunguan was the first to spot the black-robed Taoist because of his angle of view, and he launched a counterattack almost at the same time he threw the magic weapon to release the smoke.

A few teenagers who had been cut off and ran out quickly fought with the bodyguards of the Golden Core stage.

Soon, the man in the shabby black Taoist robe also jumped out of the smoke, not only him, but also the Nascent Soul cultivator called the boss followed closely behind him and chased him out.

The two fought in the air.

The Nascent Soul Escort Master was floating in the air, his fingers were constantly pinching the Jue, and his flying sword was constantly attacking the man in black robe with various sword moves.

The man in the shabby Taoist robe was still holding his sword in the air. It was strange that the coercion he unleashed belonged to a monk in the Yuanying stage, but he did not float in the air. Instead, he still used the flying sword as a flying magic weapon. Only use your own spells to attack.

A green sprout suddenly appeared on the palm of his hand, and the little green sprout quickly grew into a slender wicker covered with barbs. The black-robed Taoist grabbed hold of it, and attacked the bodyguard straight away. .

"It's wood attribute!"

Xing Qingmo said happily, as if the original [-]% confidence had increased by [-]% now, "It's a body cultivator, not a sword cultivator, and who is this person if he isn't Taoist Fansheng?!"

Moxiu likes to practice mostly, most of them are physical training.He didn't believe that Jing Fansheng had fallen into the evil way, but now that he saw him, Xing Qingmo was sure that this person was Jing Fansheng.

Yan Xiaoran still watched the battle situation in the distance without moving.

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This neurotic man dressed in blue and looking like a flower peacock has the same aura as Mr. Xiao Ran. Jing Shixi knew that Xing Qingmo was also a monk in the distraction period, so he also knew that his barrier could not be broken by himself.

He couldn't beat it or break it, so he could only stare at this person angrily.

But soon, the corners of Xing Qingmo's raised mouth fell back a little, Jing Shishi felt something was wrong, and quickly turned to look at Jing Fansheng's situation.

At this time, Yan Xiaoran's emotional voice came over: "He lost."

As soon as the voice fell, the outcome of the battle that had not started for a long time in the distance in the sky had already been revealed.

The bodyguard was also a sword repairman with many battles, he struck quickly and ruthlessly, not only blocked all the attacks of the man in black robe with his flying sword, but also cut the branches in his hand to pieces.

The tip of the sword pointed directly at the tip of the black-robed Taoist's nose, and the speed was so fast that the black-robed Taoist was forced to keep pushing the sword back.

The branches transformed with spiritual power were completely destroyed, he wasted a lot, before the opponent's flying sword touched him, he suddenly spurted a mouthful of blood and fell from the air!

"Father!" Seeing Jing Fansheng spitting blood and falling from the sky, Jing Shishi was shocked physically and mentally.

But at this time, he had to endure it.

The 14-year-old boy's eyes were cracked, tears were in his eyes, his fists were tightly clenched, and his nails were all stuck in his flesh without knowing it.

He gritted his teeth tightly and forced himself not to cry, forced himself not to open his mouth to call out his father's identity, forced himself not to tell the truth, saying that Jing Fansheng had been seriously injured long ago, and he could not use his spiritual power too much.

The people in the barrier, including Yan Xiaoran, no one expected that this black-robed Taoist could be so weak even though his cultivation was at the Nascent Soul stage.

At this time, Xing Qingmo, who was laughing wildly, no longer had a trace of expression on his face.

He almost took a step back in shock, his eyes were a little dull, and he couldn't help muttering: "It's really not him."

No one would think of hiding his strength when life and death were at stake, and he wouldn't even sacrifice his natal flying sword to meet the enemy.

He always remembered Jing Fansheng's flamboyant appearance when he pulled out the leader with only one man and one sword during the trials.

They can't forget that when they hunted for treasures in the secret realm of Xuanbai, they came out with the sword of Jinghong.When this person pulled out the ancient fairy sword with one hand, he still had a smile on his mouth and looked calm and calm amidst the roar of the dragon that changed the color of the world.

Not to mention that at the Langting rally later, he was dressed in black like ink, his crown was straight into the clouds, and he danced the fairy sword out of the flowers. What an amazing and unforgettable sight it was.

Once Jinghong came out, no one dared to fight.

That broken sword is by no means Jinghong Sword.

The person who can't stabilize his body in the air without the help of a magic weapon is definitely not Jing Fansheng.

Who is Jing Fansheng?

He is Jing Fansheng who was trapped in Fumo Town back then, and faced with the joint siege of the four major sects, he was able to enter the land of no one!

Now, even the junior in the early stage of Jindan of Wuliangjian can still hold on for a while under the hands of monk Yuanying. The person in front of him, how could he be that Jing Fansheng?

Jing Fansheng spat out a mouthful of blood and lost consciousness.

"Father!" Eleven screamed again, he wanted to catch Jing Fansheng in the past, but how could the speed of Yujian during the pulse congealing period compare to the speed of a person falling?

What's more, there is this barrier that he can't break through no matter what is blocking him!

Jing Shishi's liver and gallbladder trembled, he slumped on the ground, but at this moment he was unable to control his body to do anything.

The feeling of powerlessness and despair rose up from the bottom of my heart little by little, like a bottomless black spring, constantly surging, spreading and spreading.

Jing Shixi's eyes turned red like blood.

"Boom!"

"Whoa!"

Suddenly, a muffled sound came into the ears, followed by something broken.

A pair of spotless white boots embroidered with silver flowers on both sides suddenly appeared in front of him. Jing Shixi was a little dazed, and slowly looked up in confusion.

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His body fell straight from the air, Jing Fansheng didn't know that the flying sword that was approaching his face didn't stab him, and he didn't hit the ground, but was wrapped in a long white silk satin, and was re-wrapped. Pulled back into the air.

The silk satin that Yan Xiaoran hid in Qiankun's sleeve was quickly withdrawn by the master, and the person wrapped inside naturally fell into his hands.

He just took a light step, and Xing Qingmo's barrier instantly shattered.

This series of changes happened too quickly, Jing Shixi could only look at his father being hugged by Xiao Ranjun in a foolish way, and even forgot the original anger and despair.

Yan Xiaoran was still expressionless, he didn't even look at the black-robed Taoist in his arms, he just bent down and put him beside Jing Shishi.

However, seeing this scene, Xing Qingmo still had a strange look on his face.

He said with half doubt and half certainty: "It seems that this pair of sons and fathers means a lot to Mr. Xiao Ran."

Yan Xiaoran didn't speak, turned his head after putting down the black-robed Taoist, his expression didn't change at all, and his tone couldn't be more normal, he said to Xing Qingmo: "Master Xing Shao, the play is over. If there is nothing else, I will Zuo is about to deal with the trivial matters in the door."

Although he was surprised by Yan Xiaoran's attitude towards others, if the other party was not Jing Fansheng, he would not have any interest in exploring.At this moment, Xing Qingmo was both surprised that he would look away and find the wrong person, and also surprised that Yan Xiaoran's cultivation level was far above his own after not seeing him in just over ten years.

But the young master of Xiaoxiang Palace was not in vain for many years, he smiled again and said: "Since Sect Master Yan still has things to do, then I won't bother you, see you another day!"

After Xing Qingmo left, Yan Xiaoran simply stamped his feet to end the battle.

He released his late-stage coercion of distraction, and those bodyguards didn't dare to do it again.

The white sticky bean buns who were running away saw their suzerain suddenly appearing in the sky above, and they all gathered back together again, shouting around Xiao Ranjun's side and calling suzerain.

Yan Xiaoran did it himself, using his own special binding fairy rope to tie up those bodyguards tightly. Now, except for Yan Xiaoran himself, none of the non-fitting experts can cut the rope without permission.

There were all the witnesses and material evidence, and they were arrested on the spot. This group of bodyguards didn't even have the courage to defend themselves in front of Mr. Xiao Ran.

Yu Linjian descended from the sky, Yan Linglong, Jing Shishi and Jing Fansheng were all on top.

When the turmoil subsided, the teenagers in white clothes survived the catastrophe. No one felt scared, but everyone felt very excited.

But when they saw Jing Shishi on Yulin Sword, they couldn't be happy again.

I don't understand why this brat is with Mr. Xiao Ran, besides, that is Mr. Xiao Ran's Jade Lin Sword!Even they are not qualified to take it!

But remembering that this boy's father saved them just now... Several teenagers looked at each other, and they all languished.

Chu Yunguan asked, "Master, what should we do with these people now?"

Yan Xiaoran said: "Since there are all the witnesses and material evidence, let's send them to the Good and Evil Hall of the Demon Refining Tower for public disposal."

"Yes."

As Yan Xiaoran said that, he took out a magic weapon the size of a palm from the Qiankun mustard seed bag at his waist. Under the urging of spiritual power, the magic weapon instantly grew into a huge ark.

No wind!

It is one of Xiao Ranjun's natal magic weapons, the Windless Call!

Several teenagers were a little stunned, until Mr. Xiao Ran said in a calm voice: "Everyone go up", they boarded the magic weapon spaceship one by one.

They also knew that their suzerain was one of the most powerful crafting masters, but it was the first time for this group of teenagers to see a magic weapon that could compress such a large spaceship to the size of the palm of their hand.

What's more, this spaceship is so delicate and exquisite, with all kinds of carved railings and paintings, even the chandelier and pillars on the ship board are all exquisitely carved.

Yu Linjian returned the sheath automatically and returned to the master's side, Yan Xiaoran only looked at the father and son on the ground at this time.

"Uncle..." Yan Linglong walked over, raised her head, and there was this pleading in her eyes.Now that boy's father was injured, and the boy didn't look very well, she looked pitiful, and wanted Xiao Ranjun to take them away as well.

Yan Xiaoran walked over, looked down at Jing Shiyi, and asked, "What's your name?"

"Eleven." The child's face was still bruised, and although there were tears in his eyes just now, he tried his best not to cry.Today's expression can be said to be stubborn.

Yan Xiaoran was noncommittal, still staring at his eyebrows, scrutinizing him carefully without moving.

Chu Yunguan came up and asked if he wanted to bring the father and son with him.

Yan Xiaoran watched for a long time, his expression remained unchanged, but he let out a barely audible sigh.Then his next move caught Yan Linglong and Chu Yun watching, as well as the teenagers who were lying on the railing and watching, who had already crushed the bodyguards onto the spaceship and beat them into pig heads. surprised.

I saw Xiao Ranjun, who had always been straight, bent down again for the ordinary-looking man in shabby clothes on the ground.

Not only did he bend over, but he also picked him up from the ground and hugged him across his chest.

Xiao Ranjun didn't seem to notice the gasping sounds around him, he said indifferently: "Everyone get on board", and walked directly to the special stairs of the spaceship with people in his arms.

Jing Shixi took a few steps and stopped in front of Yan Xiaoran.

His black black sword hadn't been sheathed yet, and he was pointing at Mr. Xiao Ran, and said with a serious expression: "Put my father down!"

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In the blink of an eye, he ungratefully pointed his sword at the benefactor who just saved his life and his father's life. Jing Shixi was also suffering and couldn't tell... If his father knew him after waking up, he would just let Xiao Ranjun hug him like this Let's go, I guess Jing Fansheng will have to jump.

Yan Xiaoran was radiating cold air all over his body, he glanced at Jing Shiyi expressionlessly, and said, "Follow if you want to come, or leave by yourself."

As he spoke, he hugged Jing Fansheng and walked around Eleven.

"Amitabha."

The little monk Zijue recited the Buddha's name, and said to Yan Xiaoran: "Since the matter here is over, the little monk will take his leave first."

Yan Xiaoran turned around and glanced at him: "Master Zijue is young and promising, who does he learn from?" He had already known his Dharma name from those young people.

"Amitabha, Master Yichen, the little monk."

"So it's Elder Yichen's disciple." Yan Xiaoran nodded.

He didn't ask Zijue if he had discovered that this group of bodyguards was suspicious a long time ago, so he specially attracted Wuliangjian, or if it was just a coincidence.

But if it's the first type... then Bai Yichen has really taken in a great apprentice.

After saying goodbye to little monk Zijue, the entire group boarded the spaceship, including Jing Shishi.

The shape of this spaceship is the same as that of an ordinary large ship, but it is more luxurious and unique. There are three floors in the hull alone, two floors above the deck, and one floor below the deck.

There are about thirty rooms on the first floor of the deck, and the second floor has a large space, but there is no partition, it looks like there is only one room.

Yan Xiaoran ordered Chu Yunguan to take a few disciples to fill the spaceship with spirit stones for departure.

He was still holding the black-robed Taoist in his arms at the moment, and was blocked in front of the steps leading to the second floor by Eleven.

After this battle, Jing Shiyi had a new view on Xiao Ranjun who had no expression on his face and was covered in cold air.

At least compared to that blue peacock-like psychopath, although Xiao Ranjun is a bit cold, at least he is an out-and-out hero.

But just letting him carry Jing Fansheng upstairs, Shi Shi still felt a little uneasy.

Neither of them opened their mouths, they just faced each other silently, but Yan Xiaoran's body became more and more cold.

The few disciples who wanted to watch the fun at first felt timid. How can anyone dare to block Xiao Ranjun's way like this kid?The white-clothed boy, whose teeth were chattering from the cold, didn't dare to stay any longer, scattered like birds and beasts and ran back to his room.

Seeing her, Yan Linglong went to persuade Eleven, "Why are you stopping my uncle? My uncle won't hurt anyone. Your father is injured and needs medical attention!"

Watching Xiao Ranjun's face gradually grow a little sullen, Jing Shixi was in the midst of hesitation and wavering, but at this moment Jing Fansheng groaned and woke up leisurely.

At this moment, his complexion is pale, and there is still a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth. When he opened his eyes suddenly, he saw Yan Xiaoran's gracefully curved chin, and he couldn't help but feel a little lost.

But he soon discovered that something was wrong with his position.

"What are you doing? Let me down!" Jing Fansheng struggled twice, but found that he was trapped in Xiao Ranjun's arms, no matter how hard he struggled, he was tightly held, motionless.

Jing Fansheng: "..."

When Jing Shishi saw that Jing Fansheng woke up, his eyes lit up and he got out of the way.

Just like that, Jing Fansheng was hugged by Yan Xiaoran, kicked and kicked all the way to the second floor without any effect, and then fell on the big not-so-soft bed with no mercy.

In his heart he scolded Jing Shishi, that little bastard once, and Yan Xiaoran, that big bastard a hundred times, Jing Fansheng fell on the bed moaning and couldn't get up.

A pair of Kong Wu's powerful hands suddenly pressed his shoulders, and the cold breath followed Yan Xiaoran's handsome face and approached in vain. Jing Fansheng rolled his eyes, and passed out again before he could even make a sound.