When a Fanfic Protagonist Transmigrated into the Original Novel

In the end, Wang Qingqiao was chopped down by Yi Xichen and fell off Lianjianping.

The winner has been divided. This shouldn't have been an uphill battle, but it was an uphill battle.

Lu Zizhen helped the prosperous Wang Qingqiao: "Master, are you okay?"

Xiao Kui squeezed over, and his face was ugly and scary: "Wang Qingqiao! How could you not even beat Yi Xichen ?! Is it because of your intention to let Yi Xichen use her?"

When he was better than a sword, Wang Qingqiao devoted himself wholeheartedly. Except that he was surprised that Yi Xichen could have such a strong sword spirit, he didn't think much. But at this moment, when Xiao Kui was scolded, he suddenly realized. He fought on behalf of Lian Jian Ge, but lost to Yi Xi Chen of Yao Ge, losing his face.

Wang Qingqiao struggled to push Lu Zizhen away, looking up at the real man Yuying and the elders of the Four Pavilions: "Master! Head!"

Of course, he was not convinced. But he knew in his heart that Yi Xichen was not cheating, and even kept on releasing water. So although he didn't agree, he didn't know where to start.

"Head!" Xiao Kui hurriedly said, "Yi Xichen asked his elder grandson Zijun to help him out with his sword and interfered with Master Wang. This battle cannot be counted!"

Lu Zizhen whispered: "Xiao Kui, don't make nonsense, but when will you be shameful!"

Even Wang Qingqiao shook his head. Xiao Kui was anxious, this is really nonsense. Long Sun Zijun's sword gas shocked everyone, and Yi Xichen was also Jian Xiu. Even if he and Chang Sun Zijun were personally, he could not be exempted. Besides, he stood closer to Chang Sun Jun. External interference will not affect the sword repair than the sword. What's more, Wang Qingqiao knew that the sword qi was Yi Xichen's, not his grandson!

But Wang Qingqiao finally remembered what he didn't agree with. He did lose to Yi Xichen and had to take it, but Yi Xichen claimed that he was the fifth member of Yaoge before he could fight him. This is impossible!

Wang Qingqiao hurriedly said, "They have a medicine cabinet ..."

"Enough is enough!" Yuying said truthfully, "The victory and defeat have been divided. The sword competition will officially begin tomorrow, and the list of twenty people will remain the same. An hour later will be drawn in the Shennong Hall. As for other matters, I will negotiate with the elders. You will go back to each of them Cultivate. "

Wang Qingqiao froze. He did not believe that the head could not see today's odds, but the head was not broken. The real Yuying is a person who once said the best, and there is no room for change in this matter. Even the elders looked different. After all, nothing was said in front of the disciples.

Yi Xichen stepped down to practice Jianping, and walked to Changsun Zijun, who helped him calmly. Almost instantly, Yi Xichen's sword strength weakened.

Although they were drawing lots soon, they left the crowd quickly. As soon as no one was there, Yi Xichen vomited a spit of blood!

The elder Sun Zijun was shocked, and realized that the breath in Yi Xichen was extremely chaotic. He quickly poured his true energy into him and helped him protect his veins.

"How are you?" Long Sun Zijun looked dignified. This was the first time he used the method of seizure. He didn't think it was a big deal, but Yi Xichen had obviously suffered a backlash. It seems that the seal on Yi Xichen's body is far more powerful than he thought.

Yi Xichen waved his hand to signal that he was fine. But he couldn't even walk.

The grandson Sun Zijun helped Yi Xichen sit under the banyan tree, and Yi Xichen lay down weakly and rested his head on his leg.

"Zijun."

"Ok."

"I'm really not a false spiritual root."

"you are not."

Yi Xichen squinted his eyes, his eyelashes fluttered slightly.

His heart was agitated, his chest was sore, and a blood rushed up his throat again, and he was about to swallow it, but Chang Zijun patted his chest and motioned for him to vomit.

After a while, Yi Xichen spoke again.

"Do you know who killed my parents?"

By this time he finally believed. Sun Zijun's magic barrier came strangely, but he did know something that shouldn't be known.

"I don't know."

Yi Xichen tightened the corner of his clothes and sighed weakly after a while.

In the ten years of practicing Tianjianmen, he never showed the appearance of being driven by hatred. He did not live for revenge. Becoming strong and avenging his parents is just one thing he must do in his life. No matter how many years you wait, there will always be that day.

"That's eight years from now." Yi Xichen smiled calmly, "Zi Jun ... is it too out of the ordinary to say thank you?"

Long Sun Zijun squeezed his neck again: "Ah."

"But there is a word I still have to say." He opened his eyes and shifted his head on the thigh of Sun Zijun.

"Ok?"

"Can you hold my head against that thing?"

"..."

An hour passed in a flash, Yi Xichen recovered a bit of strength, and was supported by the elder grandson Zijun, standing up, ready to return to the Shennong Temple to draw an opponent to decide tomorrow's test.

They hadn't taken a few steps, and the royal sword from heaven was flying alone, blocking their way.

The two quickly saluted: "Master."

When Yi Xichen saw Tieqing's face that was not poisonous with medicine, he felt a little cyanotic in his heart. He smirked and stepped back, and he had to hide behind his grandson.

"Yi Xichen, didn't I warn you to be honest !!!" The medicine roared without poison and poison. His voice was like Hong Zhong, and even the thick banyan trees on the side of the road shuddered, and the eardrums of Chang Sunjun and Yi Xichen were almost broken by him.

"The disciples are very honest." Yi Xichen opened his eyes shamelessly. "I practiced with Zi Jun yesterday. We didn't know what happened. It happened like this. Isn't it Zi Jun?"

Long Sun Zijun looked up, pretending to know nothing.

"Yi Xichen !!! Long grandson Jun !!!"

"Master, you are not so good." Yi Xichen suddenly became serious.

The medicine was not poisonous for a moment, and the fire suddenly burst into flames. This shameless dude, dare to teach Master in turn? !! He was about to yell, but Yi Xichen scrambled out and pinched his shoulders: "Master, you are always so fierce. If your disciples are stupid, don't you see that you are caring about your disciples?" This is so bad! "

The medicine was not poisonous for a while, and the anger filled was like a flood that opened the valve. He opened his mouth and shook his head in disgust: "You guy ..."

Yi Xichen pinched his shoulders more frequently.

Yaozi stared at Sun Zijun: "I thought your kid was stable and could manage him, but you just got used to him!"

"Huh," Chang Sunjun, "I didn't get used to him, huh!"

The medicine is not poisonous: "... You haven't taken any medicine?"

Yi Xichen rushed over the medicine and darted him: "Master ~"

The medicine turned around and touched Yi Xichen's head. Yi Xichen was so flattered that he was about to lower his head obediently, and the next moment the medicine was not poisonous, he caught his ear and twisted it hard.

"Ouch, oh, it hurts, it hurts ..."

"I'm afraid that one day I won't be able to protect you."

Yi Xichen just shouted for pain, and suddenly heard such a serious word, he felt he heard it wrong. Is this medicine not poisonous?

"I care." Long Sun Zijun said lightly.

Yaoxichen loosened Yi Xichen's ears and stared at the grandson Zijun with complex eyes: "I don't know how high the sky is! I really think I can bear it? What is your kid?"

Grandson Sun Zijun was serious: "I'm great."

"Oh?"

"I'm just amazing."

The grandson Sun Zijun was a little depressed. He didn't understand why the medicine was not poisonous but he didn't believe him. Does he have to say "Hum, I'm not very powerful?" Will others believe it ...

They were mad at the medicine but not poison, pointing at this, pointing at that, thinking about how to give them some color to see, and suddenly hit Heng Li Yu Jian flying, but it was the elder Lin Zhen of the Sword Pavilion.

Today Shoujiange was a big loss with Lianjiange. Lin Zhen fell down at the first sight of a few people, and the yin and yang strangely said, "Yi Xichen, I can't see you hiding it."

"Get out of here!" The medicine is not poisonous and full of momentum, like an old hen protecting a chicken. "My disciple, no one else can speak!"

"Elder Medicine, am I not bragging about your disciples, haha."

"These **** can't make you boast!"

Lin Zhen rolled his eyes, too lazy to fight with him, and Yu Jian flew away.

Look, isn't this short-guarded?

After all, the anger was vented, and they couldn't be mentioned anymore. They cursed them with hate. Seeing that they would delay the lottery, they had to blast them away.

In the Shennong Hall, eighteen other disciples were waiting. They saw the elder grandson Zi Jun and Yi Xichen coming in with different looks, but the real person in charge Yuying was sitting in the hall, and no one dared to say more.

The lottery was decided by the wooden kite. There were ten wooden kites on the temple. After being stimulated by the spiritual force, the ten wooden kites would first fly to the hands of ten disciples. Subsequently, the ten wooden kites will lead ten people to the other ten, so the two who received the same wooden kite will become rivals for tomorrow's test.

Although these 20 people are five in each cabinet, the next match has nothing to do with the origin of the disciples. In other words, any two people may be matched, whether they are from the same cabinet, or from different cabinets, whether they are in a bad relationship, or have a personal relationship. Further down, the winner and the winner are tested, and the loser and the loser are tested until the full ranking is determined. Each disciple must compete in at least five games. Each game is very important. If you lose one game in the early stage, the final ranking may be much different. The winner of each game is naturally the final leader.

Even though he has won a game today, Yi Xichen is still a little nervous. In his current state, I don't know how much he can play tomorrow. He can only pray that Muyu matches him for a weak one.

Soon, Muyu flew up and fell into the hands of ten disciples. Yi Xichen glanced at the situation on the field, relieved. He and Long Sun Zijun and Lu Ziyi both got Muyu, at least he won't play against them at least in the first test tomorrow.

Mu Lu took off again, and when she fell, all the opponents in the first match had been confirmed.

Yi Xichen looked at the unfortunate egg of the same wooden kite he had, and a big smile appeared on his face. He stepped forward and patted the crying Bao Xiaoshi's younger brother, Sun Xiaoqian, on the shoulder: "Master, you're lucky, remember to show mercy tomorrow."

Sun Xiaoqian said with a sullen mouth that he would cry, but in the end he smiled: "Well, Brother Yi, I will work hard!" As a disciple of Yaoge, he did not expect to get a lot of rankings, and he could participate The sword conference is already an honor, and it can get a lot of spirit stones. Although he was crippled by the door, even if it was not Yi Xichen who was drawn, he would lose anyway, no difference.

Yi Xichen's heart was finally settled. The counterattack of the law of desperation is quite powerful. He cannot take another risk for this fairy material, and then he can only look at his strength. Sun Xiaoqian's depth is clear, he won this first match is no problem.

Having identified his opponent, Yi Xichen paid attention to Chang Sun Jun. He was very assured of the strength of Chang Sun Zijun. Even Lu Zizheng was not an opponent of Chang Sun Jun. It is not difficult for Chang Sun Zi Jun to take the top prize this year.

But when he looked intently, the smile on his face froze.

Long Sun Zijun's opponent-the lesser-skinned sister of the Jiefangge!

"Mother-in-law." Yi Xichen helped his forehead, and his heart was cold. The luck of Chang Zijun is absolutely terrible. Of the twenty disciples, the only female disciple was actually picked by him!

He doesn't talk to women, and never shoots at women-this is the biggest weakness of Chang Sun Zijun. Tomorrow's test, how can this be good ... 2k novel reading network