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

The three returned to the stands and found that Liu Xunying, who was supposed to be sitting next to Chu Xiaonan, had disappeared.

Jing Fansheng asked, "Where are you Elder Liu?"

Chu Xiaonan said: "He, he went there mysteriously for some reason, and he has been away for a long time. Didn't you find it? But why did you two go there just now?"

Jing Fansheng and Yan Xiaoran looked at each other, and both felt that there might be something strange about the sudden disappearance of this person.

The two were about to find someone, when Chu Xiaonan said: "Hey! Why are you going? The competition is about to end, and the person will be teleported back in a while. Are you sure you two will not leave one of you here to wait?"

The footsteps of the two people stopped, and they both felt that his words were very reasonable.Yan Xiaoran nodded and said: "You are very considerate. Then I will trouble Junior Brother Chu to bring a few disciples. You must find Liu Xunying and bring them here."

"……what?"

Ignoring Chu Xiaonan's staring eyes, Yan Xiaoran had already pulled Jing Fansheng to sit down.

Qin Fengyun and Xing Qingmo who were next to him were gone, and there were two vacant seats on Jing Fansheng's side, Yan Xiaoran felt inexplicably bright after sitting down.

The competition starts at the hour of Chen, and all the disciples who participate in the competition must rush back to the area where the teleportation formation is located before the hour of the third day.If you don't come back when the big formation is opened, it will not only mean that the competition is timed out and the qualification to participate in the test will be cancelled, but you may miss the transmission of the big formation and be left behind in the small world and never come back.

On the way back from Eleven Yujian, Jing Fansheng's heart sank again.

This moment of final decisive victory is often more prone to accidents.

It's so hard to die, when Shi Shi was about to reach the range of the teleportation formation, Shen Chenxing also flew out from the woods on the other side with his sword.

A young man and a young man bumped into each other, and the young man was obviously stunned for a moment, but Shi Yi acted as if he hadn't seen this person at all. With a turn of the sword tip, he flew towards the direction of the teleportation formation without stopping at all.

Shen Chenxing was stunned for a moment and slowed down a bit, but he still quickly came to his senses and urged Feijian to chase after Eleven.

Jing Fansheng was slightly relieved to see that the two of them were only competing for flying speed in secret and did not fight.

After all, he still remembers the gang fight between Eleven and some youths with Wuliangjian in Youzhou City.According to his temperament before Eleven, after he saw Shen Chenxing throwing the flying sword at him, he might really start fighting with him in the small world.

The two people have the same level of cultivation. If they really fight at this time, they may miss the opening time of the big formation at the end of the competition.What's more, the Trial Trial has always explicitly prohibited the disciples participating in the trial from fighting among themselves.

Eleven is a smart kid. He has only been out of the valley for a few months now, and he can already consider what is more important and learn to play by ear.

Jing Fansheng said that his son is so good and sensible, he almost wants to pinch his little face right now.

Jing Shishi and Shen Chenxing started a fierce competition.During the period of eleventh, he practiced sword every day, and Yujian became more and more familiar to him.But after all, Shen Chenxing is a little older and has a higher level of cultivation. Judging from his performance, he should not be lazy at all.

Before Eleventh, he was a little ahead, and seeing the distance between the two of them gradually getting closer, but he was still calm and calm, and there was no trace of panic on his serious face.Fortunately, the banner of the teleportation formation was right in front of them, and in the end, Eleven flew into the formation a little earlier than Shen Chenxing.

As soon as he got off the flying sword, Chen Yixiang and others, who came back one step earlier because they were afraid of an accident on the way, surrounded him and rushed to ask Eleven about his achievements this time.

When surrounded by a group of teenagers also dressed in white, Eleven did not forget to look back at Shen Chenxing.There was no expression on his face, but deep contempt and hostility were reflected in his dark eyes.

As the suzerain, Shen Chenxing had already stood with his disciples at this time.But Eleven's expression was still in his eyes, and he also had a serious expressionless face, his hand holding the sword was slightly tightened, but he didn't say a word after all.

"铛——" the ancient voice sounded again, heralding the end of this trial.

The teenagers had just been teleported back, and the people above the stands stood up at the same time.

All those teenagers appeared on the ring below. Except for some who were seriously injured and dying, all of them were asked to stay where they were and not to move for the time being.After the disciples of Xiaoxiang Palace put away the storage bags they were carrying, they were allowed to return to their sect.

After all, the environment of the small world is full of unknowns and dangers. Although Eleven is intact, he has always been cautious with his heart hanging. Although he keeps adjusting his breath, he feels a little exhausted now that his mind is relaxed.The other disciples were more or less injured.

A group of white-clothed disciples and even the young monk Zijue looked a little tired. They walked back to the stands with their arms. It was not until the teenagers walked back to the stands that Jing Fansheng's heart finally fell back into his stomach.

With so many people around, Jing Fansheng naturally wanted to give Eleven some face, so he resisted the urge to pinch his son's handsome face.

He chuckled and said, "You did well, kid."

Eleven himself felt the same way.No matter what the ranking is, I have gained a lot this time.It's just that if it's another child, it must be a haughty "huh", but when it comes to him, the child's reaction is to think carefully and recall his performance all the time, and then seriously He nodded at Jing Fansheng: "It's okay."

……

Jing Fansheng was not surprised by his son's reaction.

They just said a few words here, and the counting result of the trial sign came out soon.Due to the large number of disciples participating in the competition, a special formation was added in the design of the storage bag, not only can it be automatically counted, but the recorded number will also be automatically displayed on the largest stone tablet in the arena above.

The stele is five feet high, and among all the participating disciples, the top one hundred will be displayed according to the number of liners they have taken, by recording their names in the front and the number obtained in the back.

As soon as the number of words was displayed on the stele, the people around who discovered it first exclaimed.

Chen Yixiang has become more stable during this time, but when he saw the stele, he still jumped up uncontrollably.

"Yi, Yiyang...you are here, you are on top!"

Everyone followed Chen Yixiang's fingers and looked over. Sure enough, in the early morning when the sun was shining, the sun shone on the tall and majestic stone wall, and the three characters "Yan Yiyang" in the first row became vivid and radiant.

In an instant, even the disciples of the Wuliang Sword Sect, who had always been calm and self-sufficient, couldn't help cheering.

After all, as a grand event held every 50 years, the disciples of Wuliangjian haven't won the first place for many years.

At this time, even the eleventh, who has always been so calm and expressionless, couldn't help showing a look of joy-although he adjusted himself very well and didn't particularly care about rankings, he would participate in the initial stage of this trial. The purpose is to get the first place like Jing Fansheng.Although the process had some twists and turns, but his idea was fulfilled as he wished, Eleven still smiled very satisfied.

Yan Xiaoran's black and white eyes also became extremely bright.He couldn't help but think of his flamboyant appearance when Jing Fansheng came out on top on such a sunny day many years ago.At that time, everyone's eyes were focused on that young man with a beautiful face, even himself was no exception.

At that time, I only felt that my heart was scratched by a feather, and it was very itchy.At that time, Yan Xiaoran didn't know what was going on in his heart, he just liked and yearned to see Jing Fansheng smiling.

And even though the current Eleven just raised the corners of his lips slightly and smiled extremely restrainedly, neither arrogant nor ostentatious, but for some reason, Yan Xiaoran felt that he saw a familiar figure from him, and in his heart But there was a warm current rushing through.

Jing Fansheng is the person who interprets the peerless beauty to the core.Even when the face is ordinary, it is necessary to rely on a tattered clothes to cover up the elegance.Eleven, who is serious and unsmiling, has faintly revealed this temperament.

More importantly, this is not just Jing Fansheng's son.

This is the child Jing Fansheng gave him.

——Three days have passed since the truth was known.Maybe it was because he was too flattered, even though he already understood Jing Fansheng's friendship, it took Yan Xiaoran three whole days to really think about it like this.

"Good job." He said to Eleven.

"Master." Eleven walked up to Yan Xiaoran excitedly.

Yan Xiaoran's eyelashes frantically fluttered a few times, and even the corners of his lips were raised.He reached into his bosom, took out a small stove from the Qiankun mustard bag and handed it to Eleven.

Eleven is now young and low-cultivated, so he doesn't need any powerful magic weapon, Yan Xiaoran thought about it, and this is the only one he can use.

Jing Fansheng recognized at a glance that Yan Xiaoran used this small stove to make pendants for himself last time on the Yuntai of Wuliang Mountain.Although I don't know what it is famous for, but the refining stove that Mr. Xiao Ran carries and uses frequently is naturally not ordinary.It should be as precious as the alchemy furnace that Yan Xiaoran gave him before.

But since Yan Xiaoran wanted to give it away, it was not easy for him to say anything beside him.

Eleven took over the stove, looking more cheerful, and quickly said: "Thank you, Master."

Although he likes refining weapons, he has only been out of the valley for a few months, and he still doesn't see much.He only knew that this stove must be very valuable, but he still knew very little about its ingenuity.

But he didn't know that the people who had gathered around to watch the excitement, especially the people from Kunlun Mountain, couldn't help but take a breath when they saw what the young man was holding in his hand.

It's just that the people in Wuliang Mountain didn't notice this kind of reaction.

Yan Xiaoran raised his hand to touch Eleven's head again, this time he did it very naturally.

This year's Trial Trial is undoubtedly the best result in Wuliang Mountain's history.And all of these benefited from the addition of Eleven.The barriers between the youngsters had disappeared long ago, and Eleven stood out among so many disciples participating in the test to win the glory for Wuliangjian. , excitedly surrounded Eleven again.

The names on the stele were continuously displayed from top to bottom until all the names of the top [-] disciples were displayed.

The second place is indeed Shen Chenxing, and the gap between him and Eleven is only one gut.The number 3 displayed on the stele was actually fifteen points away from his score.

The results of Yan Yiyang and Shen Chenxing are far ahead, and they have become the most anticipated existence in this trial campaign.

Jing Fansheng was also very satisfied with this result.Even if Shen Chenxing didn't win the first place, but with such a result in front of him, life in Chongming Mountain should be a little easier in the future.After all, the inheritance of the sect is still there. If it can continue to develop steadily and steadily for hundreds of years, it is not impossible to restore its former glory.

The difference between the big and small sects is not only the difference in inheritance, but also the aptitude of the inner disciples themselves.So in a competition like this, the top [-] are almost all disciples from the big sects, and there are not all small sects who can stand out, but the number is very small.Therefore, Chen Yixiang and others are undoubtedly on the list.

Knowing that all the names had been displayed, Yan Xiaoran looked at them one by one and said to all the disciples who participated in the competition: "Everyone has worked hard, let's go back and rest together."

"Yes." All the young disciples in white had twinkling eyes and excited expressions.

Especially the disciples of the "Yi" generation, who have been in a state of extreme excitement since they came back.Although their rankings are not obvious, according to the reward rules in the sect, even though the suzerain did not say so, the youngsters also know that their treatment and the resources they can obtain in the sect will become different in the future.

What's more, the suzerain's only direct disciple, No. 1 of Trials and Trials, is still their "Yi" generation!This means that when Yiyang inherits the suzerain position in the future, there is a great possibility that many of them will be able to get a seat as an elder.

Just as they were happy, Chu Xiaonan had already returned with a few disciples.

His expression was unprecedentedly serious, and after walking to Yan Xiaoran's side and whispering a few words, Yan Xiaoran frowned extremely abnormally.

"What's wrong?" Jing Fansheng asked.

"Elder Liu is dead."