Quick Transmigration: Don't be the hero of the show

After hearing this, Xiao Yunzhi couldn't help laughing, and gently touched the boy's face.

He is obviously the Emperor of the Demon Sect, but he is as naughty as a child. Could it be that his body has become a teenager, and his heart has also changed.

The next morning.

"It's already high in the sun, and my apprentice is still not up. Could it be that I want to use a whip to wake you up for my teacher?"

Yan Mingxiu rubbed his eyes tiredly: "Master, this disciple is so tired."

He didn't know that Yan Mingxiu was so tired because he was over-cultivating now.

Haste makes waste.Xiao Yunzhi thought so, but still slapped his ass cruelly.

Yan Mingxiu screamed and woke up instantly.

There was still a sense of drowsiness in his dark eyes, and his pink cheeks were like lotus flowers after rain. Xiao Yunzhi was a little bewildered by such an ignorant and cute young man.

"Master why...why did you hit me?" Yan Mingxiu felt ashamed in his heart almost exploded, this... who is he, how could he be spanked by this bastard? !

"Look at what time it is."

Yan Mingxiu saw that it was almost noon, and he felt that he was wrong, so he didn't dare to say anything, so he quickly got up from the bed.

Saying goodbye to Xiao Yunzhi hastily, still feeling the probing gaze of the person behind him looking at him.

Yan Mingxiu thought to himself, could it be that he said something in his sleep yesterday to reveal his identity?

He thought about it, but couldn't think of anything, so he had to put this matter aside and continue to concentrate on cultivation.

In the blink of an eye, more than half a month passed, Yan Mingxiu was concentrating on cultivating inside the house today, but he heard the voices of several teenagers outside: "People inside, hurry up and come out!"

This person's voice is quite pleasant, but his words are extremely rude, it seems that he came to pick trouble.

Yan Mingxiu practiced at a very fast pace these days, and he was worried that there would be no one to compete with, but he never thought that someone would dare to send him to his door.

He took the sword and went out, looking at a few people outside wearing green shirts, who looked like disciples of the Yuquan Sect, he said with a haughty face, "Why are you looking for Grandpa?"

"Bold!"

His words were extremely provocative, causing the teenagers to scold angrily.

One of the leaders motioned them to be quiet, took a step forward, and said with a sneer, "You are Yan Mingxiu?"

"It's me if I don't change my name when I'm going, or if I don't change my surname when I sit."

"I heard that it's rare for Senior Xiao to accept an apprentice. I, Twelve Lang, will come to see you today. What skills do you have that can impress him!"

Before he finished speaking, Twelve Lang yelled loudly, rushed forward, and slashed at Yan Mingxiu with a move of "Socks Raise Dust".

Yan Mingxiu was taken aback, this boy looked about his age, but he was already at the late stage of Jindan.

However, although his cultivation level is not as good as Twelve Lang's, his experience in facing the enemy is to hang and beat this young man dozens of times, and with a light leap, he was in mid-air in an instant.

His movement was really weird, it wasn't Yuquan's own movement. Seeing that he was able to avoid this move, Twelve Lang immediately changed his routine.

This sword is the starting form of Yuquan Sect's swordsmanship for beginners, and it is intended to test rather than hurt people. He has some scruples about this battle in his heart, and he has not used his full strength with this sword.

Yan Mingxiu smiled coldly, immediately saw the flaw, and stabbed out with a backhand.

Twelve Lang only felt a flash of light in front of his eyes, and he was actually entangled by the sword move, unable to break free for a while.

The kid in front of him is obviously far inferior to him in cultivation. How could he have such a powerful swordsmanship? He brought someone here to find fault this time. If even Yan Mingxiu can't beat him, how can he have any face in the future? !

Immediately, his heart became ruthless, and he directly raised his skill to [-]%, and his sword strokes hit Yan Mingxiu head and face like a storm.

No matter how rich Yan Mingxiu's combat experience was, the gap in cultivation could not be made up.

But after a while, his clothes were slightly scratched by Twelve Lang's sword, and if he continued to hit him, his clothes would be in rags.

Seeing that he gradually gained the upper hand, Twelve Lang was even more ecstatic in his heart, and his moves became more and more fierce.

Yan Mingxiu secretly thought it was funny, this kid clearly came from the Yuquan sect, but there was no sense of righteousness in this move, and it clearly coincided with his magic sect.

If he was still the Emperor of Heaven, he might also have the idea of ​​taking this kid as his apprentice.

Who would have thought that Twelve Lang would even have murderous thoughts, taking advantage of his distraction, he recited the mantra silently, disregarding the limitations of his own cultivation, and actually resorted to Tian Beifeng, one of the top exercises of Yuquan Sect.

In the past, Yan Mingxiu wouldn't even have taken a look at this kind of move, but it's not what it used to be today, and the sad wind can kill him today.

Yan Mingxiu made a decisive decision and tried his best to dodge this move, but unfortunately the last sword was cut on his shoulder, and blood flowed immediately.

He didn't take this injury to heart, seeing the sword shadows in front of him, this Twelve Lang wanted to put him to death.

The original owner's temperament is to be strong when he meets the strong. When he met an opponent like Twelve Lang, he laughed out loud. Attack like lightning.

Twelve Lang turned around and managed to avoid it, but most of his sleeves had been cut off by Yan Mingxiu, and a shallow cut was made on his face, and blood gushed out instantly.

Frightened and angry, he raised his leg and kicked Yan Mingxiu's chest, which was sure to shatter the guy's heart.

At that time, I saw a figure in white suddenly flashing past, stretching out his fingers and knocking Twelve Lang into the air, he fell heavily on the ground, his whole body seemed to be falling apart, and he couldn't even get up.

The teenagers who came with him saw that the situation was not good, they turned around and wanted to escape, but they saw Xiao Yunzhi's long sleeves raised, and the strong wind suddenly blocked their way.

"Since Gu Tianqi doesn't know how to discipline his disciples well, then I will discipline him for him!"

As soon as the words fell, the teenagers felt as if they were being pricked by needles all over their bodies. They wailed and begged Xiao Yunzhi's forgiveness, saying that it was Shi Shi Lang's fault and he was here to find fault.

Xiao Yunzhi let out a cold snort, and helped Yan Mingxiu up on the ground. Seeing the blood gushing from the young man's left shoulder, his heart ached so much that he hurriedly entered his cultivation base.

After a while, Yan Mingxiu woke up slightly. Seeing that it was Xiao Yunzhi, he couldn't help showing a smile: "Master, you...you are here."

Xiao Yunzhi's heart ached terribly, and he said in a deep voice, "Whoever hurt you just now, Master wants them to pay with their lives!"

Yan Mingxiu was stunned, and looked up at the group of teenagers kneeling on the ground, as well as Twelve Lang, who didn't know his life or death, and replied flatly: "Except for Twelve Lang, no one else did anything."

Xiao Yunzhi disliked them for making noise, and without turning his head, those youngsters suddenly felt empty, and Xiao Yunzhi sent them 20 meters away.

Before they had time to kneel down and thank them, they scattered like birds and beasts in a hurry.

Xiao Yunzhi hugged Yan Mingxiu in his arms, kicked open the door, carefully placed the boy on the couch, and gently lifted his robe.

The wound had temporarily stopped bleeding, but it was still bloody and bloody, looking extremely terrifying.

Xiao Yunzhi frowned and asked, "Does it hurt?"

This kind of injury is nothing to Mozun, Yan Mingxiu only thought Xiao Yunzhi's overly worried appearance was quite funny, so he shook his head lightly.