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

Yan Xiaoran fainted out of nowhere, and after waking up after a while, he directly asked him about Jing Shiyi's life experience.

Yan Xiaoran didn't hide it from him, and directly told what he saw and heard in the sea of ​​consciousness.

After the lecture, the two of them turned their attention to the Jinghong Sword engraved with dragon patterns and elegant flowers, "...So this sword really has a sword spirit?"

Jing Fansheng didn't expect that he would get it right with a random guess.

The world built by meowing guinea pigs is not as creative as he thought.

Yan Xiaoran nodded and said: "Well, it's still in my sea of ​​consciousness."

Jing Fansheng picked up the Jinghong sword and pulled it out lightly. This time, he pulled out the sword without any effort.

Although the Jinghong Sword is still bound to his spiritual consciousness, after the sword spirit recognizes its master, this sword will only obey Yan Xiaoran's commands.Jing Fansheng didn't care how Yan Xiaoran coerced the little fat dragon to listen to him in the sea of ​​consciousness, he just said: "Since this sword can help you stabilize your mind, you should hold it in the future. Anyway, it doesn't have much time with me usefulness."

As an ancient fairy sword, Jinghong Sword should be special because of its knowledgeable sword spirit.Since he can't establish a connection with the little fat dragon that Yan Xiaoran mentioned, then this sword is just like other flying swords to him, nothing special.

Yan Xiaoran seemed to have thought of this too, he nodded and said: "Okay, I will give you a new one that suits you as soon as possible."

After he became enchanted, he seldom knows how to refine weapons, or he hasn't touched a furnace much in the past 50 years since the accident in Wuliang Mountain.Only occasionally when he is still conscious and can't help but think of Jing Fansheng, he will deliberately practice some things that may be given to him in the future.

It's just that Jing Fansheng's sword Jinghong was originally a good fairy sword, and he never thought of making another one for him before.

"Hmm." Jing Fansheng slightly raised his brows as a response, "But you'd better get that Tiangang mask again first, before the thunder robbery."

Yan Xiaoran hesitated for a moment, before the people beside him noticed, he nodded and said: "Okay."

"Speaking of which, Mr. Xiao Ran, have you ever thought about why Jinghongjian considers you the master?"

Yan Xiaoran was slightly taken aback.For him, it was enough that the little fat dragon told him how to restore the Sea of ​​Consciousness and that Shi Shi was actually his son. He had never paid attention to the Jinghong Sword itself before.

If he didn't know that Yan Xiaoran himself is the hero of this world, according to the general urination, he would definitely add a bizarre life experience to the hero, Jing Fansheng would not have thought of this.He just asked this question because he was always curious about Yan Xiaoran's hidden background.

Jing Fansheng said contemptuously, "What's the matter with this sword spirit?" It stands to reason that he shouldn't have told the hero his real life the moment he met him, and then assisted the hero all the way to become tyrannical and cool. yank the road?How did it all turn into gossip when we got here?

Although Jing Fansheng might have struggled for a long time with the question of how to tell Yan Xiaoran if Jinghong Sword Spirit hadn't told Eleven's life experience directly.

But this didn't stop him from deep in his heart to despise the little chubby dragon that Yan Xiaoran described, who thought he was an ancient mythical beast.

Jing Fansheng didn't know that Jinghong had exploded in Yan Xiaoran's sea of ​​consciousness.

It's just that the hair that was originally blown out was frightened back by the Youhuo of White Pond that sprang out from the black pool.

Jing Fansheng added: "Don't think about it, maybe this is your chance."

He suddenly thought that for Yan Xiaoran himself, he has always been the biological son of Lord Wuliangjian Hanyang and Fairy Kunlun Lianyou, and he has been the most righteous young master of Wuliang Mountain since he was a child. It may be a blow to Yan Xiaoran to bring up the possible difference in his identity without hesitation.

He himself didn't care much about blood relationship and kinship in the past, and now he always thinks that other people don't mind either.

Yan Xiaoran just shook his head slightly, looking at him with burning eyes: "It doesn't matter."

"That's right." Jing Fansheng smiled, whether it's a setting or fate, if the time comes when he has to face it, this person will still face it.

He sat back at the table again, took out a piece of talisman paper, wrote some words on it with his fingers, and then folded it into the shape of a thousand paper cranes.

Yan Xiaoran watched his movements from the side, but didn't ask what he was doing.

But Jing Fansheng has already automatically explained: "That crazy girl Qin Fengyun ran out by herself, Xiaorong must be in a hurry, she should have gone out of the valley to look for it by now, I have to send him a message."

"Xiao Rong?" Yan Xiaoran obviously frowned.

"Ah, it's Qin Rong. Don't you know him too?" Jing Fansheng whistled nonchalantly and let the paper crane fly out, and seeing Yan Xiaoran's expression was wrong, he said suspiciously: "Aren't you even jealous of this? Me and Qin Rong, that is a very pure relationship between man and man!"

There was no expression on Yan Xiaoran's face, but the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped a little: "...A pure relationship between a man and a man? That's how you summed up our relationship before."

"Ah?" Jing Fansheng didn't understand what he meant.

Yan Xiaoran paused, as if he was caught in a tangle, but he still said with a straight face and a calm voice: "I have a pure man-man relationship with your suzerain."

"..."

"On Ling Jue Peak, we haven't done anything. I can swear to God."

As soon as he said Jing Fansheng, he remembered that this seemed to be what he had said to Elder Xunying when he was in Qi Ye.

…Unexpectedly, Yan Xiaoran has been eavesdropping since then.However, what I swore to the sky at that time was said by Xiao Ranjun in a flat tone, no matter how I look at this scene, I feel a little happy.

But when he thought that Yan Xiaoran was only normal for the time being, and he might fall ill anytime soon, Jing Fansheng felt that he still couldn't provoke him desperately.

He held back his smile in a daze, and deliberately changed the topic and said, "As soon as you said that, I remembered, what happened to Elder Xunying? Why do I feel that he is a little tricky?"

Jing Fansheng really didn't pay much attention to what Liu Xunying said to him in Qi Ye before, but yesterday in the meeting hall of Xiaoxiang Palace, he didn't mention a word when others questioned his qualifications to participate in the competition on Eleventh. Thinking about it, I'm afraid it was not unintentional.

Yan Xiaoran's face became stern again, and before he could say anything, a heavy bell rang outside—the trial was about to begin.

Wuliangjian's disciples could not participate in the competition without Yan Xiaoran sitting in charge, and Jing Fansheng still had a lot of things to tell Eleven, the two looked at each other and got up and walked to the main hall of Xiaoxiang Palace.

Compared with Wuliang Mountain, the various buildings and layouts of Xiaoxiang Palace are much more down-to-earth.Moreover, as the sect with the most disciples among the four major sects, Xiaoxiang Palace has row upon row of pavilions and pavilions, and most of them are painted with scarlet red gates and walls. It looks like a palace in the mortal world. And gorgeous.

The same is true for the vast arena.

This arena is a huge open space surrounded by 99 stone pillars engraved with delicate and vivid ancient beasts of different shapes.The design and placement of those stone pillars are also very particular. Together, 99 pillars form the famous and unique protection and transmission array of Xiaoxiang Palace.

The layout is the same as that of Wuliang Mountain, outside the stone pillars and around the open space, there are huge grandstands. The protective formation is to ensure that the people on the grandstands will not be affected.

There are five-color flags at intervals above the stands, and there are also countless luxurious seats painted with gold and with purple brocade upholstery. The colors are really gorgeous at a glance.

Jing Fansheng walked to the stands with Yan Xiaoran, and couldn't help complaining: "How come the people in Xiaoxiang Palace still have such a good taste after so long? Red walls, blue clothes, and purple gold seats, can they be more vulgar?" Is it? Well, you can still watch the arena below, hahaha!"

"Xiaosheng, do you think it's appropriate to say this when you come to my territory and live in my house?"

Some hoarse male voices almost came from the ear, and Xing Qingmo didn't know when he appeared behind them.

Jing Fansheng was startled and tried his best not to yell out: "You are going to die? The spirit behind you!"

Wearing a gorgeous blue dress and holding a folding fan, Xing Qingmo's reaction was to narrow his eyes slightly: "What's wrong with your neck?"

It was only then that Jing Fansheng remembered that Chen Fanshu had mentioned the mark on his neck before, and he came out in a hurry after hearing the bell just now, but he forgot about it.

Xing Qingmo glanced at his neck, then at Yan Xiaoran who was half a step away from Jing Fansheng, and suddenly showed an expression of enlightenment.

Since it was too late to cover it up after being seen by others, Jing Fansheng only subconsciously covered it with his hand, then smiled nonchalantly: "My wife ate it, what's wrong?"

When Yan Xiaoran beside him heard this, his eyelashes trembled violently.

"Damn it!" Xing Qingmo seemed to have never expected that Jing Fansheng's skin was so thick, he looked him up and down, then looked at Yan Xiaoran beside him, and said in a tone full of disdain: "What are you talking about daughter-in-law, you are obviously the one below." Before the words finished, Fu said to Yan Xiaoran helplessly: "Mr. Xiao Ran, let's have a duel."

"Hurry up and get out." Jing Fansheng put down such a sentence, and directly pulled Yan Xiaoran away.

"Hey, little boy, I'm serious!" Xing Qingmo rushed forward a few steps, rushed in front of the two of them again, raised the corners of his mouth and smiled lightly: "Mr. Xiao Ran has been looking for you for so many years, and I also I've been looking for you. Why are you so kind to him, but you are so indifferent to me?"

Yan Xiaoran frowned slightly, his words contained a warning: "Master Xing Shao."

Although Xing Qingmo is the master of the young palace, he has always spoken and acted without restraint, and dares to make any jokes.If it was based on Prospect Fansheng, he might still be interested in exchanging words with him, but now that Yan Xiaoran is by his side, considering the other party's state and mood, he doesn't want to make the person next to him feel unhappy at all. .

Besides, ever since he had doubts about Xiaoxiang Palace, Xing Qingmo was also included in the list to beware of.What's more, this guy also took Shiyi away before, Jing Fansheng still remembers this.Just blowing him up once didn't seem to be enough to relieve the hatred in his heart.

Combined with several uncomfortable things, Jing Fansheng didn't bother to give him any good looks.