Teacher for a day

When the disciples of the Qingdeng Sect saw a large group of people appearing at the foot of the mountain against the scorching sun at noon, their hearts were broken.

"Are you talking about a thousand people, is it a thousand people?"

"But, he agreed to give us three days, why not three days???"

"Er, maybe not the time?"

"..."

They don't have the concept of a thousand people appearing in front of them at the same time.

But there are yellow-haired transmigrators, let alone a thousand people, he has also been to a concert with thousands of people... So, he is quite calm.

Even thinking about it now, the scene of shouting and rocking together is still very high.

Unfortunately, he can never go back.

Traveling to this fairy world, although some natives can be stunned, but after he has shown so much modern power, the beauty suzerain has nothing to say to him... This is very ignorant, very ignorant.

"What's there to panic about? These aborigines climbed up the mountain in such a disorderly and untactical way...Any random AOE, they are going straight to the rhythm of the group." Huang Mao said standing on the edge of the white jade steps.The people below who are pressing up to the mountain gate are actually nothing compared to the army of scenic spots on holidays.

Seeing him so calm, the beauty sect master, the elders, and the inner disciples all stood behind him, without the slightest expression of panic... Huang Mao's age seemed to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, but, for some reason, , he is really confident.

Confidence is contagious.

"Huh? That Chen Changyan seems to have come in person?" A disciple of the Qingdeng Sect discovered the unexpected situation.

"Impossible! Although our Sect Master Jiang's sword 'Liao Guang' failed to kill him, but... at least it should be a serious injury. It is impossible to recover to this point in a month."

"But, look, look for yourself..."

The yellow-haired traveler also saw the person in front of the crowd at the bottom of the mountain, who was being carried up the mountain gate by a soft sedan chair.

That is Chen Changyan?

Among a group of immortal cultivators in red clothes and black knives, he was the only one, wearing a silver and white fish suit, as if he was afraid that he would not be conspicuous enough, and the kind of elegance that was born in this world, between the mountains and rivers... Those who looked at it became a little hot-eyed.

I heard that if you use this person's blood as medicine, you can live forever?

He didn't really believe in such nonsense at first, but now, people are giving him face.

People, you can always trust the protagonist's halo, right?
……

Chen Changyan kept his eyes closed quietly, and he didn't open them until the distance was almost right.

His eyes lingered on every platform on the mountain.

Originally, he thought that to find the traverser, it would take a long time to use his natal soul, raise his vision, and even go through obstacles to investigate.

However, it wasn't his turn to appear on the stage at all, he just glanced at it casually, and saw the yellow hair with his naked eyes.

Too conspicuous.

The style of painting is seriously inconsistent.

"Peach." He softly called his inappropriate girl.

"I'm here." Tao Zi stepped forward immediately.

"See the person above who is pointing out the country to us?" Chen Changyan said.

"That little man with yellow hair and malnutrition?" Tao Zi took a look and saw it too.

"Kill him." Chen Changyan closed his eyes again.

……

A pink shadow, stepping on the Crying Soul Umbrella, flew out like an arrow off the string, and the true energy was like cutting through the flowing clouds, pulling a beautiful wave of air in the air.If Chen Changyan opened his eyes and looked at it, he would definitely feel that it was very similar to the trail left in the sky after a jet plane flew by.

The noon sun was a bit harsh.

When the beautiful girl's figure flew towards the sky, Huang Mao's pupils dilated instantly.

No way?
Did she come to kill herself?
Did she come to kill herself?
Did she come to kill herself?
No matter how abnormal a person's brain is, they will definitely be able to react when death comes.

Then, without ambiguity, he turned his head and ran away under the expectant eyes of the beauty lord and several elders who didn't understand the "AOE" he said...

"Stop her!! Stop her quickly!" He peed in fright... This was the first time in his life that he felt that death was so close to him.

This……

Seeing his reaction, the beauty suzerain was stunned for a moment.

Elder + inner disciple: "???"

When Taozi approached, the beauty suzerain was almost instinctive, and picked out with a sword.

With a clang, her sword collided with Tao Zi's crying soul umbrella.

The Qingdeng Sect's unique mental method "Qingdeng Night Talk" does not work well during the day, so the beauty suzerain can only choose to fight head-on with the sword.

The umbrella ribs made of bamboo strips, and the umbrella surface made of oiled paper, collided with the black iron light sword, but the light sword hummed lowly.

Even the beautiful suzerain who was holding a sword was taken a step back.

But in fact, Taozi is also reluctant to open the umbrella.

At noon in the scorching sun, how many ghosts would die if she just opened the unrefined magic weapon in her hand?
Therefore, the two sides hit it off.

Taozi's umbrella was as sharp as a blade, and with a light pick, after forcing the beauty suzerain back, she continued to chase after the crawling yellow hair...

"It shouldn't be! A beautiful and strong existence like you shouldn't have come to kill me... There must be something wrong!! Or, think about it again? Did you forget something..." Huang Mao panicked and didn't choose the way. He didn't choose to run to the inner gate, but ran down the mountain.

Taozi spat unhappily.

I have seen people who are in a panic, but I have never seen such a panic, flying up first, and then chasing down, I don’t need to be really angry, right? ?

As for Huang Mao, a dying person, his survival instinct stimulated the potential in his body, and a chaotic but very powerful force burst out from his body.

All of a sudden, he walked quickly.

This change in his body made him feel a little bit of joy and vitality suddenly in the desperate situation!
He was about to arrange a new round of plots for himself... When he raised his head, Chen Changyan, who he ridiculed as "National Medicine Yin", was already standing in front of him.

"..." This idiot has no brains, but his reaction is quite fast.

He just froze for a moment.

puff.

All four limbs were lying on the ground.

"Great God, God, I don't know Taishan with my eyes. I shouldn't have chosen you from the very beginning, as a trampled target... But, you can save my life, I... I am very useful, I am a time traveler, you see .Look..." Huang Mao fumbled in his pocket...only a flashlight came out.

twinkle Twinkle Little Star.

With his feet floating in the air, Chen Changyan stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the flashlight in his hand for a long time.

Huangmao thinks there is a play...

But Chen Changyan lowered his head and said softly, "What if I want something more exciting?"

"Huh?" Huang Mao blinked.

"For example, the one with electric shock." Chen Changyan said calmly.

"!!!" Huangmao felt as if he had been shocked by electricity.

Chen Changyan didn't say a word, but looked at him with a half-smile.

Huang Mao's tears, snot, and urine flowed out together: "I... I only have two flashlights, and the other one is dead, I, I..."

Oh, can't wear it back again?
Chen Changyan straightened up, he understood... this is a disposable item.

The world is huge, and there are many traversers, some with brains, some without brains, some with bodies, some without bodies, some who were human before, some who have never been human, some one-way, and some Round-trip... Huangmao belongs to the one-way kind.

Whoosh.

For Taozi who was chasing after her, a red light flashed from the tip of the umbrella, piercing through the back of the wide-eyed yellow hair. Gao Di pointed at the disciples of the Qingdeng Sect, holding his yellow hair with blood bubbling from the corner of his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, she flicked her wrist slightly and swung it diagonally.

The corpse was thrown aside with blood.

In a huge mountain gate, suddenly there are only the chirping of birds in the mountain stream, the sound of streams and springs...

The strong and oppressive atmosphere seemed to freeze time and space.

Jiang Lian'er, the head of the Qingdeng Sect, stared wide-eyed.

no……

That "noble man" who chanted slogans with them and swore to lead them to create a first-class sect in the world just... just died like this? ?
Isn't he a "time traveler"?

He has always been so confident.

So, what about AOE?What about dimensionality reduction strikes?