The villain is whitewashed: I don’t want to be a villain even if I am killed

There were also whispers below.

"Have you noticed that Lin Bufan is even more handsome after being crippled? Standing with Junior Brother Meng, he doesn't look mediocre."

"I feel the same way. I feel sorry for him now, and feel sorry for him. What a charming face! What a pity."

"Who says it's not? God's punishment for him is too heavy!" A certain girl regretted.

As long as the boy is handsome, no matter how bad he has done, he can be forgiven.

"Junior Brother Meng will never let everyone down. I hope he can also perform well this time and kick that fellow off stage."

"That's for sure. No matter how good Lin Bufan is, it's impossible for him to win over our Junior Brother Meng."

Along the way, Lin Bufan has heard the words "Lin Bufan" countless times.

He can't blame anyone but himself for making the villain too cute and hateful.

The hearing is too good, but it is also a very distressing thing, hey!

The bell for preparation finally rang, and Lin Bufan hugged Meng Yixuan first.

"Junior brother, accept it."

"Brother, let me go." Meng Yixuan looked indifferent, and also clasped his fists.Afterwards, the famous Purple Thunder Soul Slashing Sword appeared in his hands.

When the sword is out of its sheath, you can clearly see traces of electric current flowing through the sword.

The hero who is Lei Lingen can use this charged sword to exert ten times its power.

This is a seventh-grade sword weapon. In the previous competitions, he only used ordinary swords.

When facing Lin Bufan, he took it out without hesitation.

Lin Bufan's sword also appeared in his hand, but his sword was obviously several grades lower.

This is the "Bihen Sword" used by the original owner on weekdays, and it is the first gift given to him by the master.

He cherishes it very much, which can prove that the original owner cares about his master very much, and is very eager for the master to give him some attention.

It's a pity that the master thinks he is a bad boy, so it is impossible to pay attention to him.

During this period of time, Lin Bufan got along well with this sword, and it contributed a lot to breaking through the encirclement all the way.

Therefore, he has no plans to change weapons for the time being.

At this moment, all the seats below were filled, and the Daoist Liufeng of the Zongmen, the suzerain, the elders, and the ancestors who didn't often show up all showed up.

Xiao Chu was sitting on top like a statue, and his whole body exuded an aura of keeping strangers away.

It stands to reason that he should be happy that the two personal disciples both entered the top five.

But at this moment, he couldn't be happier.

The eldest apprentice seemed, as if, to be out of his control, and he didn't like this feeling at all.

"Senior Brother Xiao, when your two disciples are duel, who do you prefer to win?"

Sitting beside him was chatting with Yi Hengzi, asking questions while eating melon seeds, completely oblivious to the expression on the face of a certain swordsman.

"I guess you only want the little apprentice to win, right?"

Everyone in the Mitian Sect knew that Zhenren Xiao was partial, and he was closer to his little disciple than to his own son.

On the contrary, for the big apprentice, they ignored him for many years.

There were people talking behind the scenes that Lin Bufan's child would turn bad, and his master should be more or less responsible.

Xiao Chuyi didn't want to answer this question, but only glanced at the melon seeds on the case with disgust.

Obviously, he must only hope that the little apprentice wins.

"Dangdang! Dangdang!" The bell rang again, not only the two people on the stage were excited, but also the audience below.

Especially Xiao Chuyi was even more nervous than when he met a strong enemy.

"Senior brother, please!" Meng Yixuan didn't act hastily, but raised his hand in a very gentlemanly manner.

"Thank you, Junior Brother, for your humility." Lin Bufan also appeared very polite.

Actually, in a duel between masters, whoever strikes first will suffer more, but Lin Bufan didn't care about that much.

With an extremely fast leap, the sword in his hand is like a nimble swimming snake, changing directions that people cannot guess.

Meng Yixuan's foot slipped, his figure drifted out of the attack range like a snow shadow, and a thunderous sword move swept across his lower body with his backhand.

Ordinary people would be defeated if they couldn't pass one move in his hands, but Lin Bufan seemed to know that he was going to make this move a long time ago, and jumped up quickly, just avoiding his sweep.

Immediately afterwards, Meng Yixuan's sword moves came one after another, as fast as lightning, and only felt the afterimage floating, the sword energy had pierced the sky, even people outside the stands could feel the sharp sword energy.

But Lin Bufan dodged the frontal attack at a critical moment, and shot back with his hand in the air. The blessing of internal force just hit Meng Yixuan's back, making him feel as if his back was hit by a heavy stone.

But Meng Yixuan didn't panic, but played more cautiously.

Xiao Chu in the audience was startled when he saw it.

Originally, he thought that among the monks of the same level, the young apprentice's ability to store spiritual energy in his dantian was the most outstanding, but at this moment he found that the big apprentice, whom he had always hated, was actually better than the young apprentice.

On the surface, Lin Bufan's cultivation is only at the eighth level of foundation building, but its thickness is not at the same level as the ordinary eighth level of foundation building.

His sword moves also shocked him.

Although it seemed to be the move he had taught him ten years ago, at the end of the sword move, there were some changes.

It was this change that caught Meng Yixuan by surprise. Although he did not show signs of defeat, he had already noticed the strangeness of the opponent's sword move.

Lin Bufan didn't have an advantage in terms of spiritual roots, and wood spirit roots were easily disadvantaged in front of Lei Linggen geniuses.

But he was always able to avoid the most important and take the lightest, avoiding the attack of the opponent's huge lethal Zilei Soul Slayer Sword, and using the smallest force to catch him by surprise.

Yu Hengzi on the side would occasionally say some sarcastic remarks.

"Ah! That kid Lin Bufan is making rapid progress! Brother Xiao, did you give him a little treatment alone?

If the weapon in his hand is more powerful, most likely your little apprentice will be defeated. "

Hearing this, Xiao Chuyi frowned even tighter, and pointed his head sideways.

"Will you die if you don't speak?"

Yu Hengzi pursed his lips: "I'm just discussing the facts, anyway, it's the same between the two of them who wins or loses.

I just feel that Lin Bufan's tricks are not like your Xiaorenren's style! "

These words completely touched Xiao Chuyi's heart, his old face turned red and then purple, purple and blue, but he didn't attack it.

His self-cultivation has always been very good.

It's just that the disgust of the big apprentice in my heart has reached another level.

Of course he could see that this kid used a sword move he learned from somewhere.

If the big apprentice defeated his proud disciple with other people's sword moves, then his number one sword in cultivation would become a joke.

The subsequent battle made him even more frightened. He is an expert in swordsmanship, so of course he can see the exquisiteness of the sword moves made by the great apprentice.

It is certain that this sword move is more subtle than any sword move he has collected in the past thousands of years.

After dozens of rounds.

Lin Bufan turned from defense to offense, and the shortcomings of his weapons became more and more obvious, but fortunately, he has a strange body and swift movements, and he can always catch the opponent by surprise.