I'm a Serious Fox [Transmigration Book]

Mo Zhenxuan looked at a sword light coming head-on, raised his left hand, and immediately blocked it with a shield of ghost energy. He never thought that the sword light would be divided into ten and ten into hundreds in a blink of an eye, and hang in the air into an airtight wall of swords.

As the momentum of Hu Yibai's sword changed, countless shadows shrouded down from all directions like a net from heaven and earth.

No matter how much he expanded the ghost shield, he couldn't stop the overwhelming sword shadows. He could only form a shield with his right hand at the same time.

Looking carefully, the ground behind him was dragged by the soles of his boots to form a long black shadow, as if he was overwhelmed.

Seeing that his younger brother couldn't resist, Mo Bubai yelled to stop in time: "It's over, Yibai, now Xiaoxuan is no longer your opponent."

Mo Zhenxuan, who was rescued, lay flat on the spot as if he had received an amnesty, panting heavily.

After Hu Yibai put his sword back into its sheath and sat beside him, Mo Bubai leaned on his chin and tilted his head to look at him: "Something is wrong with you recently."

Hu Yibai raised his head and drooled, "Is there?"

"Too much!"

Mo Zhenxuan, who was lying on the ground sweating profusely, quickly replied: "Before when I fought with you, I always followed the script, but now the way suddenly became wild, and I used several kinds of swordsmanship mixed together. I couldn't predict it. What move will you make next moment?"

Hu Yibai raised his hand and wiped the water stains around his mouth: "Swordsmanship needs to be mastered."

Mo Bubai shook his head: "Xiaoxuan didn't hit the point, it's because your state of mind has changed, and your sword intent can follow your heart. Although you were yelling that you should hurry up and practice before, you still acted in a calm manner. It's like really rushing."

Speaking of this, he looked at Hu Yibai: "I heard before that there is a kind of person, the more restless the situation, the better the effect of practice. Today, it is considered alive."

Speaking of this, he bumped Hu Yibai with his elbow: "Tell me about something bad that happened recently, so that I can be happy."

Hu Yibai ignored his schadenfreude, chuckled lightly: "I eat well and sleep well, what's wrong with me?"

In fact, when he said that, he was already sighing silently in his heart.

This little heartless person would tell Tao Xinyuan everything and never tell him.

Is Tao Xinyuan more reliable than him?

Since wearing this body, Hu Yibai felt that his emotions had degenerated into a child.

While secretly provoking anger, he loves to talk or talk down, but at the same time he is very anxious, who is he in love with?Didn't he go to find that person last night?

He's only fifteen, he's still a minor, it's too early for him!

Thinking that it would end without a problem in the end, no matter whether it is suitable or not, the person involved is Feng Ling and not him, so why should he worry about eating carrots.

He lowered his head and lifted the sparrow again: "Senior Brother Jinxuan, let's continue."

Do you want to continue? !

Mo Zhenxuan looked at the large and small cuts on his shoulders, and fear was written in his dark ghost pupils.

Ghost Xiu has no entity at all, it is just a cluster of ghost energy, as long as it does not seriously injure Minghun, no matter what kind of defeat it is, it can automatically recover.

But Hu Yibai's recent sword skills are getting faster and faster, and the speed at which his ghost energy gathers can't keep up with the speed of his sword.

Mo Bubai looked at his younger brother's sad face, and smiled: "Xiaoxuan, you should practice hard, and you were overtaken by him in less than half a month."

Then he said to Hu Yibai: "Now that your swordsmanship has surpassed his, it is meaningless to compare any further. You should find a middle-level monk to practice."

After Hu Yibai was dealt with, Mo Zhenxuan leaned over in surprise and said, "Brother, can he beat middle-level cultivators already?"

Mo Bubai: "Of course not."

"Ah?" Mo Zhenxuan was a little puzzled: "Then you tricked him into getting a beating."

You must know that the gap between each level of monks is not only the "high school junior" in the title, but also the gap between swordsmanship and cultivation.

In sword fighting, unless the opponent is deliberately courteous, there may be a few tricks. If it is a life-and-death contest, the side that is almost lower in the step-up battle is a dead end, and there is no chance of winning at all.

If Hu Yibai went so hastily, he would have been beaten half to death, not to mention his real death.

Mo Bubai's face was unfathomable: "You don't understand, his mind is too chaotic now, so he needs to be beaten and poured with cold water to calm him down."

When Hu Yibai passed by the Sword Cultivation Academy, he stopped to watch the battle for a while at the middle-level monk's sword competition field. He had to say that it was not on the same level as the junior monk.

Comparing the two, their side is like a kindergarten fight. Many sword moves are ostentatious. The swordsmanship is one turn and three moves. It is true in posture, but in fact the sword power displayed is only two or three out of ten.

Unlike the middle-level monks, every move is solid, and the style is not complicated, but the most basic stabs, chops, lifts, hangs, clouds, points, collapses, and cuts, each move is infused with amazing spirituality. force.

Hold the sword lightly, and a sharp sword light rushed straight like a sharp arrow. The opponent dodged and dodged, and there was a muffled sound when he landed, and even a few pieces of rubble beside him were smashed into powder.

Fortunately, he didn't listen to Mo Bubai's words and went up to fight with others, otherwise his three-legged cat's kung fu would not be beaten up.

Hu Yibai stood in the crowd, while watching the two disciples fighting on the stage, he simulated in the sea of ​​consciousness what kind of sword move he would make if it was him.

At this moment, someone suddenly ran over and shouted: "Who has Ziyun San! A disciple of the Junior Cultivator Field was chopped!"

Everyone present went to touch their pockets one after another, and Hu Yibai also touched a bag, which was given to him by Feng Ling last time.

However, when giving Ziyun San, he suddenly felt that this senior brother looked familiar, and subconsciously asked, "Where did we meet?"

Qingfan said with a dark face: "Last time you and Tao Xinyuan came to my place to sign up for Xuejing Town."

"Oh! I just said that senior brother is so familiar." Hu Yibai smiled awkwardly but politely, and then lingered on his high-ranking monk's courtyard uniform, with a respectful expression on his face: "That day Senior brother is dressed in green clothes and is elegant and graceful, but now that he is wearing black clothes, he immediately looks majestic, I didn't recognize him for a while, it's really disrespectful."

Qingfan: "..."

Is he so unrecognizable in appearance, and you have to recognize him by the color of his clothes? !

Hu Yibai saw that he was holding several packs of Ziyunsan in his hand, and turned around to leave. Hu Yibai asked again: "Brother Qing, which disciple was injured?"

Qing Fan sighed: "It's Feng Ling."

"Ah!" Hu Yibai, who was going to finish watching this game, hurriedly followed him to the junior sword competition next door, and asked as he ran, "Isn't Feng Ling the first in the beginner class, who even cut him? "

When mentioning this matter, Qingfan was even more depressed: "It's not a junior disciple, it's Long Chiyu. You didn't even know just now..." He was about to continue when he realized that the other party was Hu Yibai, whom Long Chiyu had rumored old friends.

When he stopped abruptly, the tip of his tongue was bitten.

Hu Yibai explained: "I've passed with him, he didn't even bother me, why should I hurry up, brother, but he said it's okay."

Hearing what he said, Qingfan felt a little bit at a loss, and continued: "The sword test meeting is coming soon, and Long Chiyu and I were ordered by the deputy suzerain to go to the junior disciples to supervise and check their cultivation status. As a result, Long Chiyu You have to compete with Feng Ling in person... You also know that unless the master is teaching his disciples and professors, swords and swords have no eyes, and it is difficult for ordinary people to grasp this scale, but these two people are not persuaded!"

He looked at the packs of Ziyunsan in his hand, with a sad expression on his face that he didn't know how to explain when he went back.

In fact, if it was an ordinary disciple's saber, he wouldn't be injured so badly.The bad thing is that Long Chiyu's natal sword 'Forgiveness' is a holy sword that has cut through 'Evil Immortals', so its lethality cannot be underestimated.

When he entered the junior sword competition field, he saw a group of people standing around Feng Ling.

Tao Xinyuan was beside him helping him press the wound. Although he was far away, he could still see a piece of Feng Ling's left shoulder was torn, a piece of sleeve was stained red along the wound, and a lot of blood was still dripping down his fingertips. It trickled down and formed a small beach on the bluestone slab.

Standing opposite, Long Chiyu also had a rare look of panic on his face. He just wanted to dampen Feng Ling's spirit and make him be more polite to his senior brother in the future.

How could it be so simple? Jian Fengling suddenly froze for a moment, but did not hide, and was stabbed right through.

Actually speaking carefully, it was his own negligence, but due to the presence of so many people, he couldn't bear to go over to show his condolences.

Unexpectedly, at this time, Hu Yibai followed.

Qingfan was so busy that he was sweating profusely: "The medicine is here, the medicine is here! Let's make room!"

The people surrounding Feng Ling quickly made a gap around them.

"I'll come, Senior Brother Qing."

Hu Yibai took a pack of Ziyunsan from Qingfan, first sprinkled a layer around Feng Ling's wound, then tore off his clothes, squeezed out the black blood inside, and sprinkled Ziyunsan on the wound again. Clouds scattered.

After Ziyun faded to light white, the cloth strips were wrapped round and round.

Seeing Hu Yibai coming to give him the medicine, Feng Ling was still a little bit resistant, but when he saw his handling method, he was stunned for a moment.

Most people don't know that purple cloud grass has the effect of relieving evil spirits in addition to blood coagulation. 'Kaisha Sword', that is, swords that have killed living beings, all have their own evil spirit. Although it is non-toxic when pierced into the flesh, the evil spirit lodged in the sword will take the opportunity to escape into the body and hinder the healing of the wound.

Sprinkle a layer around the wound first, so that the evil spirit has nowhere to spread, and then concentrate on the wound, the evil spirit will basically be removed.

But it was the way his mother had taught him, and he'd never seen anyone else do it.

Hu Yibai didn't expect this to be a unique secret, but the last time he saw Feng Ling using the purple cloud grass for Bai Ze in the Valley of Ten Thousand Medicines, he learned how to make it like a gourd.

Who would have thought that Feng Ling was staring at him as soon as he raised his eyes, with the words 'you won't be poisoning here' written all over his eyes, which almost made him laugh out loud.

Hu Yibai: "Does it hurt?"

Feng Ling looked away: "No problem."

The two of them looked at each other, and it seemed to Long Chiyu that something was wrong.

Before he got drunk and lost his temper, he was taken back by Qiu Yeyang and fined and banned for seven days in the Jinglan Hall. Although the punishment was not heavy, everyone in the sect knew it overnight, and he could hear comments wherever he went About the relationship between him, Feng Ling and Hu Yibai.

Only then did he know what happened that day when he was drunk.

Knowing his embarrassment from other people, he hid in the Jinglan Palace and didn't dare to go out for a few days, and he hated Hu Yibai in his heart.

This dead fox, why does he have him every time he makes a fool of himself!

So he volunteered to inspect today, mainly to cause trouble for Hu Yibai, who would have thought that this dead fox would get special approval from Si Wuya to ask for leave, and instead injured Feng Ling by mistake.

Seeing Hu Yibai help Feng Ling apply medicine at this moment, a strange guess suddenly appeared in his heart.

The person who has been with Feng Ling before, can't it be this dead fox?

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