Dressed as a Heartthrob Cat [Transmigration Book]

Wang Luo was as strong as a hill, holding a broad-backed sword, looked up and down Lin Qi's thin arms and legs, laughed arrogantly three times, and said ruthlessly triumphantly: "Wait until I beat the shit out of you, old man!" I will teach you a lesson today!"

Wang Luo also worshiped under Elder Weichen, and there was an amazingly talented senior sister on his head, and his younger brothers and sisters were also talented, and their cultivation base was even higher than his.

He was in such an embarrassing situation, often ignored by his master, and he even had to pick up the leftovers from his juniors for the spirit stone exercises. As time passed, his psychology became even more distorted.

Later, when she found out that Lin Qi was too lazy to cultivate, but she was favored by her master, she could be called responsive to every request, so she couldn't help but feel resentful.

A group of people behind him also booed and deliberately formed a circle, enclosing the two of them in the middle, separating Lin Qi and Lin Ziqing.

Being forced to the outside, Lin Ziqing suppressed his anger and prepared to draw out his sword to teach this group of ignorant outer disciples a lesson.

This group of crooked things, relying on the cover of Wang Gong, caused troubles in the outer sect, spread rumors to smear, and even convinced some people who didn't know why, and even had a bad impression of Lin Qi.

Moreover, although Lin Ziqing believed that his senior brother was more than enough to beat an ordinary disciple, he still couldn't help worrying, for fear of making a mistake, after all, a sword has no eyes.

"Lin Ziqing, the fight with me was initiated by your senior brother, so don't just play tricks if you can't beat me." Wang Luo swung the wide-backed sword, adjusting the feel of his hand, looking aggressive.

"How shameless—" the surrounding outer disciples booed together again, and then all laughed.

Lin Ziqing's face was so gloomy that water could be wrung out, and he suppressed the urge to raise the sword, so he chopped up all the offal with a single stroke.

Standing in the middle, Lin Qi was a whole head lower than the strong man opposite her, her legs were not as thick as her opponent's arms, her waist was cinched in a light blue school uniform, and the long sword she held in her hand looked a bit lightweight.

In this situation, he was still calm and relaxed, and even waved in Lin Ziqing's direction to show that he didn't have to worry.

Only then did Lin Ziqing feel relieved, and watched the two fight with peace of mind, holding his right hand on the hilt of the sword and not daring to let go, ready for emergency at any time.

Lin Qi thought about the sword manual, but only had some fragmented memories of moves.

It looks like this part of the memory has not been restored.

It doesn't matter, he can win with his aura.

Lin Qi waved the sword casually, regained some sense of touch, and gestured politely for the opponent to make a move.

Wang Luo raised the corner of his mouth with a look of yin and yang, unceremoniously raised his sword and charged forward, directly stabbing at the vital point.

He relied on his strength and was determined to use his strength to break through cleverness.

Lin Qi stood where she was, and didn't move for a while!

Wang Luo felt even more complacent, secretly speculating that Lin Qi was intimidated by the power of his sword, and dared not move out of fear.

The sword edge was getting closer and closer, and the sword wind was almost approaching, but Lin Qi was still staring straight ahead.

He seemed to have fallen into a mysterious situation. When Wang Luo swung the sword, he could see the trajectory of the spiritual power flow, and he could even predict the movement after the sword was drawn.

Wang Luo thought he had the chance to win, Lin Ziqing stood anxiously on the outside, his right hand clenched the hilt of the sword, and he was about to swing the sword, ready to save someone.

At this critical moment, Lin Qi finally moved!

His movement of swinging the sword is understated, without any sword moves, even like a person who has never practiced a sword, but it coincides with the rhythm of the flow of spiritual energy, four or two strokes of the sword obliquely cut into Wang Luo, round like flowing water Rongdi pushed aside with a sword, and still had the strength to turn around and draw the sword!

This stab seemed ordinary, but it was just the most basic move, but it miraculously avoided the sword wind and spiritual power that surrounded Wang Luo, and pointed directly at the most vulnerable point!

Wang Luo was complacent, thinking that he could win with one sword, but he didn't expect the situation to turn sharply, and the offense and defense were reversed.

Hastily drew his sword back to block, but it was already too late, the two swords collided hastily, making a long scratching sound, and sparks flew everywhere.

Wang Luo took half a step back, most of his robe was cut off by the sword wind, his face was cloudy and uncertain.

Lin Qi was still calm and relaxed, not even a trace of her hair was loose.

After using that sword just now, it was as if he had opened up the two meridians of Ren and Du. The sword manual of kung fu suddenly awakened in his body, and the moves that he didn't understand before had a different meaning.

With the sword intent she had just comprehended, Lin Qi took advantage of the situation and handed out another sword.

The sword moves are ordinary and unremarkable, which means that they are ingenious and clumsy.

However, the sword wind brought up the spiritual energy scattered in the air, coupled with Lin Qi's cultivation base poured into it, as the sword edge moved forward, the surging spiritual power surged layer by layer, piercing through Wang Luo's body like a broken bamboo. Defense, and finally stopped firmly in front of his neck.

The wide-backed sword in Wang Luo's hand fell to the ground with a bang, his face flushed, staring at the sword in front of him, holding back for a long time, unable to utter a word.

He never expected that he would be defeated by Lin Qi's hands in this way, and the defeat was a mess, and he only passed two moves.

The people around who were making noise all the time quieted down without saying a word.

Lin Qi patted his cheek with the sword, smiled lightly, and asked, "Are you admitting defeat?"

Wang Luo nodded in humiliation, clenched his teeth, bowed his head and refused to speak.

Lin Qi laughed again, "Don't come looking for trouble again, and next time, it won't be so lightly exposed."

After finishing speaking, he put his sword back into its sheath, held the sword upside down and walked out through the passage spontaneously made by the people around him.

Wang Luo stood where he was, feeling uncomfortable. He raised his head and saw his little brothers turned to compliment Lin Qi, nodding and bowing one by one, as if he was afraid of being settled after the fact, he was so angry that he lost his mind for a while and broke the can. Fell, picked up the broad-backed sword and stabbed Lin Qi in the back!

"Be careful!" Lin Ziqing saw this scene from a distance, and his soul was scared out of his body.

Lin Qi, on the other hand, just happened to understand the perception of changes in the surrounding spiritual energy, and she detected it in advance when the sword wind was approaching. Wang Luo was crushed to the ground, and blood gushed out.

Lin Qi frowned slightly and looked at Wang Luo who had been used to the ground by a sword. Blood flowed down the sword groove and spilled on the ground.

He looked at the blood on the sword with some distaste, pulled out the handkerchief to wipe off the blood and threw it on Wang Luo, then turned around and asked Lin Ziqing, "How to deal with it?"

"I didn't want to argue with him at first, but I didn't expect to be able to do something like a sneak attack, so I just dealt with it together."

"Senior Brother said so." Lin Ziqing also looked at Wang Luo who was lying on the ground in disgust, and looked up at the outer disciples who were in danger but did not dare to leave, and said simply: "Who else is not convinced? And stand up."

After a while of silence, everyone shook their heads, either to show their loyalty to Lin Qi, or to turn against Wang Gong on the spot, and even uncovered his bad deeds of bullying men and women at the foot of the mountain.

Xie Qingyin made an appointment with the two of them to compete in the martial arts field in the afternoon. When they arrived, they waited and waited. After practicing the sword manual twice, they still couldn't see anyone, so they raised their swords and came to kill them in the direction of their bedroom.

Only halfway through, I saw a group of people gathered around and making noise.

Wanting to have fun, Xie Qingyin leaned closer to watch the fun, but found out... Lin Qi and Lin Ziqing were on one side of the "joy people", and Wang Luo, a powerful and brainless junior, was on the other side.

Wang Luo became a teacher a few years later than her, and his kung fu practice was mediocre, and his talent was also mediocre, always on the edge.

After asking clearly, Xie Qingyin knew that he was still jealous of Lin Qi and had spread rumors about him, so angry that she showed the authority of a senior sister on the spot, beat him up to the point where she couldn't find her, and then turned him over to his master, Elder Weichen, Wait for it to fall.

Who is Elder Weichen, who is so strict with his proud disciples, let alone such a mediocre person who mutilates his fellow disciples and bullies men and women?

On the spot, Wang Luo was deprived of martial arts, expelled from the school, and left to fend for himself.

……

"Let's take my junior to calm down today." After finishing the miscellaneous matters, Xie Qingyin led the two of them down the mountain, "there is a tavern in the alley, and his old wine is a must."

"Senior Sister, do you want to drink?" Lin Qi teased, "Both my junior and I are too strong to drink."

"It's just you." Xie Qingyin scratched Lin Qi's nose lightly, "I finally came back, and I haven't had a good meal together yet, so let's make up together this time!"

"Okay, okay," Lin Qi smiled and looked at Lin Ziqing, both seeing helplessness in each other's eyes.

……

When you arrive at a tavern, it is not something you can control whether you drink or not.

Xie Qingyin held the wine jug and drank heavily, doing a full-blown unrestrained style.Even Lin Qi, who was never good at drinking, was driven by this atmosphere and drank two more bowls.

Lin Ziqing also took advantage of the smell of alcohol, looked at Lin Qi who was drinking powder on the opposite side, and vaguely remembered the ambiguous look when he saw his senior brother in the demon world.

... Brother, no matter what he looks like, he looks great.

But why doesn't senior brother want to look at him more, why doesn't he want to stay by his side?

The more Lin Ziqing thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, he grabbed Lin Qi's hand that was reaching for the wine bowl, his tone was pitiful, his eyes were wet with the smell of alcohol, and only Lin Qi was reflected in his eyes.

He muttered in a low voice: "Brother doesn't look at me...why doesn't brother look at me..."