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

After returning to Lin Bufan's cave, Lao Hei waved his paws: "Your junior brother doesn't seem to be an ordinary person."

"Oh! How do you know that?" Lin Bufan asked suspiciously.

In order to highlight the male protagonist's stature, he arranged a background for the male protagonist to go down to earth and go through calamities. Could it be seen by it?
Blackie is so powerful!

"He has very strong luck, you'd better not make him an enemy, or you may be the one who loses." Old Hei explained again.

"Of course his luck is strong."

The hero!Can it be strong?
Lin Bufan snorted softly, his luck was given to him by himself, the author.

The top three list came out, namely Lin Bufan, Xiao Meixue, and Wu Di.

Wu Di was the one who troubled Lin Bufan not long ago and was defeated by two moves.

It was difficult for him to enter the top three due to his strength, but he was very lucky. When the five entered the three draws, he was actually given a bye.

So, five to three, he entered the top three without competing with anyone.

In the final three teams, two-two duels, each player will play two games, and the competition will be conducted by drawing lots.

In the first round, Lin Bufan drew Wu Di.

The audience below was also full, and Xiao Chuyi didn't show up, and he didn't even save face, making it clear that he didn't care about the big apprentice.

Junior brother Meng Yixuan appeared.

But he only sat in a very inconspicuous corner, as if he was afraid that Lin Bufan would see him.

Just because he lost a game, his mentality changed, he was no longer arrogant, no longer unattainable.

Instead, look at Lin Bufan's matches with others with a humble and learning attitude.

Or maybe he wants to know himself and his enemy.

After all, the final competition is the Yi Cheng Puja.

Originally, Lin Bufan planned to use the sword, but when he saw Meng Yixuan was present, he took the sword back. Instead, he found a wooden magic weapon that the original owner liked to play with, Qiansivine, from the storage bag.

Wu Di took out the magic weapon of the fire element, the iron fork and the fire stick. His fingers trembled slightly on his handsome face, which was so cold that it could be scraped off a layer of ice.

Want to win, but no longer sure.

His mentality has also changed, the contempt is gone, but the disgust is stronger than before.

Last time in the woods, he lost inexplicably, and he never figured it out.

It wasn't until later, when he witnessed Lin Bufan defeating Meng Yixuan with his own eyes, that he finally admitted Lin Bufan's strength.

As soon as the bell rang, the two started working without even the slightest courtesy.

The thousand silk vines in Lin Bufan's hand spread like a goddess spreading flowers.

But Wu Di's iron fork and fire stick emitted hot flames, and quickly attacked the vines.

Originally, he thought that one hit would definitely be accurate, but he didn't expect that all the Qiansi vines of the opponent turned into nothingness.

When I took a closer look, the thousand silk vines had all returned to Lin Bufan's hands, and they were only the size of an egg in my hand.

Wu Di narrowed his eyes, and directly attacked Lin Bufan with the iron fork and fire stick, ignoring the vines in his hand.

Lin Bufan didn't use a weapon for the time being, but fought against it with bare hands.

He wanted to try the close combat that Lao Hei taught him recently. Ordinary practitioners don't like to learn martial arts, but Lin Bufan is a fan of martial arts.

The skills that Lao Hei taught him became more and more complicated, and Lin Bufan learned more and more eagerly.

The two fought back and forth for more than a hundred rounds, and there was no winner.

But anyone with a discerning eye can see who is stronger.

Lin Bufan didn't use any weapons, and even used very little spiritual power.

However, Wu Di had consumed a lot of spiritual power, and had changed several weapons.

Wu Di was so angry that he felt that Lin Bufan was belittling him, and the entire competition stage was ignited.

This is what it means to make a quick decision.

Lin Bufan jumped up to avoid the opponent's flames, and then slapped down the opponent's flames with a hurricane palm, and all the opponent's flames were extinguished.

Just when Wu Di was about to launch an all-out attack on Lin Bufan again, Lin Bufan's thousand silk vines tied him up firmly.

Still struggling harder and harder.

"I admit defeat!" Wu Di had no choice but to shout.

In the second round, the duel between Wu Di and Xiao Meixue, just like the description in the novel, Wu Di directly abstained.

In the third round, Lin Bufan and Xiao Meixue stood on the final stage.

Today's Xiao Meixue looks extraordinarily delicate and charming, her stunning little face, graceful figure, and extraordinary temperament have fascinated countless sect disciples.

There were no empty seats below, and most of them came for Xiao Meixue. In order to boost the goddess' momentum, some people even pulled up banners for her.

"Junior Sister Meixue will win! Come on, Junior Sister Meixue! You are the best, Junior Sister Meixue!"

"Junior Sister Mei Xue, defeat Lin Bufan!"

Lin Bufan can now face those words very calmly.

They didn't scold Lin Bufan as a dog or Lin Bufan as a pig, they were considered very civilized.

Meng Yixuan was still sitting in the corner. After watching the last match between Lin Bufan and Wu Di, he felt even more uneasy.

He found that the skills used by the senior brother were never taught by the master.

As noble as him, there is also a slight sourness deep in his heart.

It turns out that jealousy is something that everyone will have.

Of the six masters, except for Xiao Chuyi, all the rest came.

Xiao Meixue's master is Luo Yilin, the real person of Yunhe Peak, who is also a supernatural power, female, when compared with the heroine in appearance, she is in the middle of the middle.

On the left and right sides of her sat a handsome guy, one was Long Feizi and the other was Qiu Weiming. These two real men were men who admired her.

But I heard that she has a soft spot for the cold-hearted Xiao Chuyi, but it's a pity that Luohua has intentions and flowing water is ruthless.

Their relationship took the wrong car, and they both remained single in the end.

Each of the two men held a fruit plate, ignoring the eyes of those eating melons, peeled the skin of the goddess, and then fed the pulp into the goddess' mouth.

He enjoyed the service of the two men very much, and looked lovingly at the obedient apprentice on the stage.

"Xue'er, don't try too hard! Your grades have already satisfied the teacher."

"En! Don't worry, Master." Xiao Meixue replied sweetly.

When his gaze turned to his opponent Lin Bufan, he became indifferent and distant.

"Junior Sister Xiao!" Lin Bufan cupped his fists and said politely, "You are Junior Sister, you go first."

"Senior Brother Xie Lin! Let me go." Xiao Meixue also said politely.

After all, a snow-white crescent knife appeared in his hand, and there was still a faint cold light on the knife, braving the threatening cold.

Even the audience in the audience could feel the intense coldness, and those with lower cultivation bases couldn't help shrugging their shoulders.

Within a radius of ten meters, the temperature dropped by more than twenty degrees.

In order to highlight the uniqueness of the heroine, Lin Bufan designed many kinds of weapons for the heroine, and finally chose this crescent knife.

It happens that few people are using it, and it can win by surprise.

It seems that most of the plots really follow the novels I wrote.

Although Xiao Meixue is a woman, she has power beyond the reach of ordinary people, and her spirit root is still a single ice spirit root chosen in a million.

Lin Bufan has no intention of underestimating her enemy at all, and at the same time, he has no intention of giving way to the girl.

A game is a game, he respects the game and respects the opponent.

The crescent knife made a buzzing sound, playing with gorgeous flowers in Xiao Meixue's hands, where the glare went, it almost cut iron like mud.