Let’s Talk About That Guy Who Transmigrated to Pursue Me

Wen Xuan suddenly became alert and looked around carefully. What I saw in front of me had obviously been changed by the formation. The trees were just dumb copies, blocked on both sides of the road, covering the real situation.

They really have entered a formation. Looking at this technique, the people who set up the formation are not particularly sophisticated, and can only be regarded as a beginner level. But now Wenxuan has fallen to build a foundation, and simplicity is just refining qi, even such a rudimentary formation is enough to deal with them.

Who is it? Intentionally ambush or accidentally hit? Is the purpose trapped or intercepted?

Wen Xuan stepped back carefully, trying to find the formation in the repeated scene in his vision, and find out the way to break the formation.

At this moment, a woman's crisp sneer came from behind the layers of tree shadows, as if laughing at his overwhelming ability. This laughter is two points of familiarity, it should be someone I have seen before.

Before Wen Xuan could find the voice from the depths of his memory, the vision in his field of vision suddenly trembled. A bunch of arrows just appeared out of thin air, densely packed, piercing the two people overwhelmingly, and suddenly a wind roared.

"Junior, be careful!" Wen Xuan's face changed suddenly, and he quickly called out the magic sword embryo to protect him, and at the same time his figure retreated sharply. But this pile of arrows has covered every corner of his vision, and it is almost inevitable. Wen Xuan looked anxiously, Jian Jian was still standing there blankly, seeing that he was about to be stabbed into a honeycomb by arrows.

"Junior Brother!" Wen Xuan's face was completely bloodless, and he quickly reached out to grab Jian Jian.

After making this subconscious action, he realized something was wrong.

What kind of alert character is Simplicity, even if he happened to be in a panic for some reason before, how could it be possible that he hasn't reacted until now, facing such a situation without even knowing to hide? What's more, now simply facing the pile of arrows pierced toward the door, not only his body shape, but his expression hasn't changed a bit.

He has been standing so rigidly, like a puppet.

At the moment of the dead, Wen Xuan abruptly retracted the hand that had just been stretched out, and at the same time tapped his toes and floated far away. He judged that this was not his Junior Brother Jian, and 90% of it was just an illusion.

Puff puff! The arrows fell one after another, making these successive sounds. Many of them fell on the simple body, but they all passed through. Because the level of the people who set up this phantom array is really not high, the simplicity and arrows in the field of vision seem to be in two time and space, and they have no effect on each other, and they are ridiculously fake.

Even if he knew it was a fake, Wen Xuan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw this scene, and he was still scared into a cold sweat behind his back. He reached out and touched the end of an arrow that fell on his feet, but even the arrow was fake.

At this time, the woman's voice came out again, "It is said that Shui Yunzong Wen Daoist friend is kind and takes care of her own junior brother the most. I didn't expect to be such a cold-hearted and cold-blooded figure!"

Can you blame me? Isn't it because your illusion is too fake? Wen Xuan's mouth twitched, and he didn't even bother to argue.

And with this sentence, he finally remembered who this person was, "Penglai Xue Daoyou?"

The woman suddenly stagnated, and suddenly did not dare to continue speaking.

"Our two brothers have never had any grudges with the Penglai School. The only thing that you suffered from Junior Brother Jian last time was because of your own malicious moves first." Wen Xuan frowned and raised his voice, "The result. In order to avenge this revenge, you still set up an ambush on the way? Xue Daoyou, this is really not the work of a gentleman."

"I want you to talk nonsense!" The woman was furious, and she was undoubtedly Xue Bing'er from the North Penglai School.

On that day, she and Qin Shiyu met Wen Xuan on a narrow road in the ancient relics mansion, and they really fell ashamed. Afterwards, Qin Shiyu made an agreement with the two of them not to allow the Penglai faction to intervene in this matter, but failed to prevent Xue Bing'er from coming out on his own.

"Hehehe, sister Xue, don't be angry." Just thinking about this, I heard another man's voice saying, "But a guy who is already a turtle in the urn, what do you care about him?"

Xue Bing'er is not the only one here? Wen Xuan sank his face, the situation in front of him was more serious than he had initially thought.

When he was talking to Xue Bing'er, he actually never stopped observing this illusion.

The dull arrows, the dull Junior Brother Jian, the dull and repetitive trees. In this crude illusion, there was only one tree with a leaf on the branch moving slightly under the breeze. Wen Xuan's heart moved at will, with a flick of his fingertips, an ice blade flew out in an instant, and immediately pierced the blade through with a thunderous force.

"Wha..." Another voice was surprised, and it turned out to be the third person.

Wen Xuan's heart sank again. Then the scene shook for a while, the fantasy film collapsed, finally revealing the real scene.

Xue Bing'er was standing by the roadside, surrounded by one, two, three, and four. There were a total of four men. Together, there were a total of five, one-shun foundation-building monks. The only good news is that Qin Shiyu did not appear.

Five on two? Wen Xuan looked to the side again and couldn't help but smile: No, it was five to one.

The false arrows all over the ground have been dispersed, and where the two of them originally stood, there is an extra sharp blade pierced on the ground and a round shield buckled on the ground.

The sharp blade was thick and long, and it was inserted in the position where it was originally simple. If Wenxuan hadn't seen that the simplicity was just an illusion just now, and insisted on saving it, then it would have been so chilled by it, nine out of ten people would undoubtedly die.

The round mask appeared in the original position where Wen Xuan stood. Obviously they did the same, using the magic array to make Jian Jian think that Wen Xuan always stood there, so that Jian Jian rushed in by himself and let the dome cover... and unfortunately, they succeeded.

Through the pale golden outer membrane of this dome, you can see that the simple is firmly buckled inside, and the look is ugly, and you can't wait to crush a silver tooth. The so-called care is chaotic, and this simple trick is really not injustice.

Of course, Jian didn't sit and wait for death, he was holding his flying sword, slashing on the outer membrane of the dome.

"Junior Brother Jian," Wen Xuan asked, "isn't it a serious problem?"

The previous phantom array obviously also isolated the voice between the two. At this time, Jian Jian heard Wen Xuan's call, and couldn't help but chop more vigorously. But the round mask remained motionless.

"Don't waste your efforts." A short man with a deer-headed mouse eye smiled, "Although this golden cicada cover is not a good thing, at least it was found after I built the foundation and wasted no effort. The angry boy wants to break too? Daydreaming!"

This person is wearing a pale yellow robe with a bead hanging on his chest, apparently from Danxin Waiyuan.

As soon as the voice fell, the color of the round cover suddenly changed, and bursts of blue and purple light burst from within, and it fiercely slashed towards the simple. The simple reaction was also extremely fast, and he took out a defensive magic weapon in an instant to protect himself firmly.

At this moment, Wenxuan had already touched the past unconsciously. The magic sword embryo suddenly appeared and slashed to the outside of the hood. As a result, the round hood only trembled slightly. Obviously, it was more difficult to destroy from the outside than from the inside.

But the magic sword embryo is a magic sword embryo after all, even if it was two points weaker than the original before Wenxuan fell to build the foundation, it was still a powerful thing. Just a few more hacks, it will be a matter of time before the round cover is broken.

However, there are five people on the opposite side, how could it be possible to sit there and watch him be rescued easily? I saw two of them wave their swords in their hands and besieged Wen Xuan together, immediately pushing Wen Xuan to the left and right, and he had no time to look after him. These two people, one tall and strong and the other thin, their robes are almost similar to Xue Bing'er, and they are obviously the helpers she sought from her own Penglai North School.

"Hehe, the literary fellow really has two skills." Xue Bing'er flirted with her hair and smiled viciously, "I thought that if you got rid of you, I would be able to torture this kid, but I didn't expect it to be a bad move ."

"Hehehe, how much worse is the situation now than just getting rid of him? It just costs more hands and feet." The other man was a little handsome, but his eyes were hung up like a fox. Hehe, obviously also a sinister and cunning man.

This person was dressed in a crimson robe with a bird feather decoration on the neckline, but he was a member of the blue feather door.

Wenxuan looked at the five people with one enemy and two, and couldn't help but sneered, "Qingyumen, Danxin Waiyuan, Penglai Beipai. Are you all three, are you here today?"

The Penglai Beipai sent by Penglai, the Danxin Bieyuan from Danxinyuan, and the Qingyumen from Ziyulou, are all the tentacles of the Datong of Zhongshengzhou reaching into Beiningzhou, and they are called Beiningzhou. Outside the three.

The several Beining indigenous sects headed by Shuiyunzong are collectively referred to as the Nei Si.

The combination of such a few inside and outside is the seven schools of Beining Zhou Xuanmen. Relatively speaking, the four disciples in the inner circle are relatively low-key and like to practice with closed doors, even if they go down the mountain occasionally, they don’t like trouble. But these three disciples, just like their masters, all have long hands, and they are everywhere.

"Why are there no other than three schools? What kind of opinions are there at this time? We are not here today in the name of the sect." The fox-eyed man laughed, "It's just that Ms. Xue is beautiful and pitiful. Our brothers couldn't bear her being bullied, so they accompany her through this experience."

The implication is that this is all because of the personal relationship with Xue Bing'er and has nothing to do with the sect.

"Brother Zhao, why bother to say this to him?" Xue Bing'er said dissatisfied, "Are you afraid that he still has life to come to your sect to complain?"

Before he finished his words, he heard only a clang sound, and one of the people in the court had already been discounted by Wen Xuan with a sword in his hand.

Xue Bing'er's face suddenly turned black, and he whispered "It's all waste", took out his thin veil, and immediately jumped into the battle.

Wen Xuan used flying swords to parry several people's moves, while taking advantage of the gap to counterattack with ice blades, even if there were one enemy and many, they would not let the wind fall. After all, he had fallen from the Ning Yuan period, his vision experience and even his skill in tricks were not comparable to these few solid foundations.

But after all, it is one enemy five, how long can he hold on? He is getting tired gradually.

Wen Xuan sensed his exhaustion, his eyes kept turning, always looking for opportunities to rescue him. For today's plan, they have only one way to survive.