Quick Transmigration: The Villain Gets Proposed to Every Day

The cold light burst out of the sky.

Although the sword spirit is mad, there is no mess. Every time it slashes, it seems to be holding the right scale, like a continuous wave, successively connecting, and gradually becoming an overwhelming trend.

The wind swept through the sand, and under Xie Heng's deliberate control, it swept the middle-aged man's sideburns and cut off a small piece of forehead.

"Sorry," the young man grinned hard and smiled as the sword spirit was raging, "my cultivation level is not enough to completely control this set of swordsmanship. It's ugly."

Xie Heng said "difficult to control", while his wrists continued to use force, each cut was faster than the previous one. This layered speed brought unparalleled advantages, and the cold-faced reviewer's eyes gradually became solemn. Even the reviewer with the cat mask put away a sloppy posture, standing upright, astonishment appeared in his tone for the first time.

In addition to his surprise, he also brought a hint of appreciation in his tone, and said softly: "I didn't expect to see such an exquisite knife technique here."

"Hey, Xiaobai, could this be taken away by that person..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted mercilessly by the man in black with the white mask.

"No." He said coldly, "You don't have to use it anymore, you are considered qualified."

The corners of Xie Heng's mouth raised slightly, and the sword's momentum gradually slowed down.

Like a light swallow falling off the eaves, he backed a few steps, stood firmly under his feet, breathing slightly, and swiped his hand, the long knife in his hand dissipated immediately.

"Is it enough?" The boy raised his head slightly and asked loudly.

"Enough." The reviewer in the cat mask responded with a smile.

His curious gaze circled Xie Heng back and forth, then over Shao Xieheng's shoulders, and swept a short distance away with his hands folded, holding on to his chest, Xu Wan'er, who prayed secretly, with her lips slightly opened, as if she wanted to say something.

The man in the white mask did not leave the chatting fun.

The young man put the sword into its sheath, Leng Ao turned around, gathered the profound energy under his feet, and walked quickly toward the courtyard gate.

"Wait, wait a minute!"

Seeing that the reviewer was about to leave, Xu Wan'er was a little anxious. The girl ran forward, but was forced to retreat from the entire body of the reviewing youth. She didn't dare to get too close, so she had to stop two or three meters away.

She stroked her hair tossed by the wind behind her, fumbled for a moment in her wide sleeves anxiously, and took out a dark token.

"I have an exemption order from Xuan Lingzong!" The girl shouted at the back of the reviewing youth, "I want to use this for Big Brother Xie-with this, he can be exempted from examination and join Xuan Lingzong, right?"

The youth in the white mask suddenly stagnated.

He stood in place and had not turned his head yet, but his back was stiff for an instant, as if he had encountered something he didn't want to face.

"puff!"

A few steps behind, the young man in the cat mask couldn't help smiling, covering his mouth and laughing low.

"Xiaobai, Xiaobai, everything counts, but I didn't expect that they would come up with it in the end, right?"

"I said that your mask is useless. The ones that should come will always come and can't hide. You still want me to wear this ugly dress, which is ugly."

While smiling, he raised his hand to remove the cat mask on his face, patted the shoulder of the young man in front of him with the other hand-unsuccessfully, he was slapped away by the white masked young man.

The mask was uncovered, revealing a charming face, with a high nose and bright eyes, with a flying look of staring at all things, a playful smile at the corner of his mouth, a mole in the corner of his eye, **** and passionate, but his lips are thin as a knife.

"Little sister over there, come here. Brother received your request, don't care about the one next to me, Xuan Lingzong welcomes you."

The mask flew around at the young man's fingertips, dangling out of the sun.

A few steps further away, the Leng Ao Youth finally turned around. The air-conditioning around him remained unabated, but he quickly stepped forward to block the young man who claimed to be a "senior brother".

In Xu Wan'er's bewildered gaze, he touched the mask with his white fingertips and slowly took it off.

A handsome face similar to Xu Waner's six or seven points was revealed, tall and elegant, fresh and handsome.

Only expressionless and cold.

Watching Zhou people suddenly gasped, Xu Wan'er also stared in amazement, feeling helpless for a while, and stammered: "You, you..."

The charming black man next to him had an expression that was not too big to look at the excitement. He took the opportunity to pierce and pointed at the grim young man and said: "He is Cheng Shengbai, your mother's brother, and your little uncle."

Xie Heng: "...oh huh?"

Xu Wan'er: "...Fuck."

Looking at the little uncle who fell from the sky, Xu Wan'er was in a mess in the wind-she had never seen her mother since she was born, and never expected that she would see her relatives on her mother's side in such a scene in her lifetime!

The word "family" smashed into the girl's mind with the momentum of breaking the bamboo, splitting the chaotic and noisy thoughts, squeezing in front of her brightly, eye-catching and dazzling.

Xu Wan'er couldn't help her nose sore, and her eye circles were reddening quietly.

She raised her head slightly, her pretty eyes glowing with water filled with hope, staring at Cheng Shengbai without blinking, waiting for a clear response from him.

After a moment of silence, Cheng Sheng spoke dryly, his voice slightly mute: "...I am."

"Yes, he is." The young man watching the excitement looked excited, and gestured to Xu Wan'er behind Cheng Shengbai, "It's just this expression, your uncle can't stand this, come here, cry hard, don't stop—"

Cheng Shengbai turned around suddenly, and the scabbard flew into the air with a vicious blow!

But was avoided by Qing Young Ling.

Xie Heng looked thoughtfully.

The oppressive power of the cat young man is far less powerful than the young man named Cheng Shengbai next to him. But at the moment, the two of them are fighting, and the former's body is fast and shocking, and it is really extraordinary.

This Xuanlingzong...what exactly is it?

It was definitely not the weak and small sect he had imagined before. Based on the cultivation realm shown by the two young people in front of him, the Xuan Lingzong was qualified to remain in the world.

But why, I have never heard of it before?

"I don't like your father."

During the field, Cheng Shengbai was still cold and expressionless.

Xu Wan'er was stunned again.

"Eh!" The young man leaped back to Cheng Shengbai's side, dissatisfied, "When the family is reunited, what are you doing to mention those annoying things. Xiaobai, look at how much your niece looks like the senior sister, don't hug her. ?"

Cheng Shengbai: "..."

The cold-faced young man frowned and was dragged reluctantly, and walked to Xu Wan'er.

Xie Heng watched from the side, faintly guessing in his heart.

A beautiful and beautiful girl with excellent talents, falling in love with a man of mediocre aptitude, he did not hesitate to abandon her younger brother, elope with him, never return... Later, the younger brother finally found the trace of the older sister, but found that she had passed away, leaving only one girl behind. Living with hardships.

Maybe the younger brother will hate him if he fails to see the last time of his sister?

Perhaps because of this, she hated her with the child born by the man.

But the blood is so affectionate that it is thicker than water in the end.

Once again I saw the face very similar to the person in my memory, and the girl was lonely and helpless. No matter how unwilling she was in her heart, she disappeared in the instant she took off the mask, leaving only the turbulent intimacy between the bloodlines.

The brain made up a drama of the era, and Xie Heng rubbed his nose, almost moved by this poignant story.

He was somewhat relieved and mixed with admiration. Looking at Xu Wan'er from a distance, he lowered his head and wiped his tears. Although Cheng Shengbai's face was reluctant and his movements were stiff, he still reached out and hugged the choking girl.

Xie Heng leaned on the cold wooden stake, raised his head slightly, his eyes dazzled by the bright sunshine pouring down.

The young man raised his hand to block his eyes, the warm sunlight fell on the dark black hair, his eyes closed slightly, and he thought to himself, I am also an orphan, and I have never seen my mother.

In this world, is there also a "little uncle" who is connected to me by blood, who is in an unknown corner, thinking about my mother, looking forward to meeting again one day?

Not far away, Cheng Sheng Baixu hugged Xu Wan'er.

In terms of angle, in Xie Heng's eyes, they are embracing each other warmly, but in fact, the distance between the two is enough to fill two Xie Heng.

Cheng Sheng's eyebrows were impatient, but he was getting closer, and he could vaguely see a daze in the depths of his cold eyes, his white cheeks were unnaturally reddish, and the hands that patted Xu Waner's shoulders trembled involuntarily for a long time. Just fell a shot.

Everything fell into the eyes of another black-clothed young man, with secret joy in his eyes, a triumphant and triumphant appearance, and he took the token from Xu Waner's hand casually.

Fluorescence appeared from the fingertips of the youth, like a warm firefly, pouring into the token.

As he entered more and more profound energy, the token gradually emitted a bright light, the black color faded from the surface like water, and the ink melted, and finally the whole token turned into a crystal-like crystal clear appearance, the original handwriting symbol They were also washed away, revealing their true colors.

It was a small sword, but the thumb was long, but it faintly exuded a sharp aura. Looking at it from a distance, it would stab his eyes.

Xie Heng's heart trembled.

He got up suddenly and rushed down the wooden stake for practice. The log fell down with a "boom" and smacked the back of his instep, but the young man didn't care. He limped and jumped all the way and rushed forward.

"This symbol," Xie Heng said anxiously, short of breath, "Is this the symbol of your Profound Spirit Sect?"

"Yup."

The youth nodded.

"Why, have you seen it?" He asked casually, and immediately smiled non-committal. "We have been in hiding for a long time, but this time we came out and robbed someone else's right to review. You should be mistaken."

"I can't read it wrong."

Xie Heng took a deep breath, barely suppressing his pulsing heart, but the fast heartbeat and rushing blood couldn't stop suddenly, still surging back and forth in his body, humming in his ears.

"The jade pendant my mother left me has this pattern on it. I can't remember it wrong."

The young man pointed at the small sword, pausing every word, throwing a sound.

The black-clothed young man was stunned and stunned for a moment. He still didn't believe it, and said suspiciously: "Boy, you won't be following our newly added junior sister, want to find an excuse to get into the sect?"

"This kind of improper request-just say it directly, I will definitely agree! But then again, I can't guarantee whether Xiaobai will poison you halfway."

He stabbed Cheng Shengbai next to him with an elbow, and whispered, "Hey, Xiaobai, can you?"

Xie Heng: "..."

Cheng Shengbai is obviously more reliable than a young man.

He narrowed his eyes, looked at Xie Heng for a few seconds, and said in a low voice: "He is a bit like..."

The black-clothed youth's expression froze.

His surprised eyes fell on Xie Heng's cheeks, and he scanned the handsome face of the boy inch by inch, paused for a moment on the bright eyes and the bridge of Ying Ting's nose, and whispered sideways: "It's a bit, but it's a bit different."

Cheng Shengbai said lightly: "If you say it doesn't look like it, then don't bring it."

"Don't, don't!"

The black-clothed youth looked bitterly, looked at Xie Heng helplessly, and mumbled: "I dare not pack the ticket. The lady who is looking for is going crazy... let him know that we met someone who is suspected of his son but didn't bring it back. It has been verified that he can rush down from the Wuxiao Peak and take us off."