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

Should I remind her that Lin Bufan is not a good person, so don't be deceived by that guy?

She would never admit that she was jealous, but out of kindness, worried that the girl would be harmed.

Lin Bufan didn't know about Xiao Meixue's complicated psychological activities. He was only immersed in the happiness of having his first fan, but he didn't know that the hostess thought of him as a big pig's trotter.

Of the fifteen contestants in Mi Tianzong, three took the first place in a single event. Such a result is undoubtedly the most eye-catching existence in the entire cultivation world.

Yu Hengzi, the representative of Mi Tianzong, was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth with joy, and the other real people also seemed to be in good spirits on happy occasions.

Only Xiao Chu's entire face was turned into charcoal, and he couldn't be happy at all.

His proud little apprentice!He should have stood in the No.1 team.

However, he missed No.1 by admitting defeat, which wasted ten years of his hard work.

Looking at the arrogant Lin Bufan standing in the No.1 team, at least he thought so, and the disgust in his heart was stronger than ever.

Meng Yixuan sat next to his master, looking a little lonely, with his head down, wondering what he was thinking, the Heaven's Absolute Sword was still in his hand.

Lin Bufan was actually very sorry.

The junior brother should have been the brightest star, but because of his refusal to admit defeat, he blocked his halo as the hero.

In this competition, there are dozens of people who are number one in each category, Qi refining, foundation building, and Jindan, but he is not among them.

His psychological gap must be very big!

Lin Bufan actually didn't intend to grab the male lead's opportunity, he just wanted to win the air, but at the same time, he invisibly blocked the male lead's luck.

If the younger brother hated him as much as the master did, maybe he wouldn't have the slightest psychological burden, but the younger brother still values ​​the relationship between them so much.

Hey!
Although this Dharma conference lasted for more than ten days, it was only halfway through.

There's another big game.

As soon as the list of No. 1 was finished, Feng Xiyue appeared on the scene, spreading his palms, and a palm-sized tower with corners appeared in his hand.

It's like a small assembled toy.

As we all know, this is a magic artifact named 'Magic Tower'.

All the scenes inside are illusions. After entering the tower, it is similar to playing online games to brush bosses. When you tackle a illusion, some "equipment" will drop out.

Today's Feng Xiyue became the unsmiling one again, as soon as she came out, the scene became quiet.

Then, the assistants around him began to read the rules after entering the tower.

"My fellow daoists who are bravely fighting for the first place, congratulations on half the battle.

This tower is called the Magic Tower, and there are hundreds of illusions inside. After entering the tower, you will be randomly transported to each illusion.

This tower has a damage limit, and when life is in danger, it will automatically leave the tower.

The last fellow to leave the tower wins.

The winner must break through at least three illusions. If the last fellow who leaves the tower fails to break through three illusions, he will lose the No.1 qualification.

Some fellow daoists may meet in the illusion, whether to cooperate with each other or hurt each other depends entirely on individual wishes. "

As soon as these words came out, the faces of many young fellow practitioners in the Qi refining stage changed.

There is no distinction between realms when entering the Magic Tower. Golden core, foundation building, and Qi training are all drilled in. The stronger the strength, the more dominant it is.

The most frightening thing is that they can also hurt each other, and some people may compete for the first place by killing.

But then, the assistant of the city lord added another sentence.

"There is no cultivation advantage in the illusion, and spiritual power is unusable.

Therefore, important items should be taken out of the storage bag in advance. "

puff……

The Jindan monks with high cultivation level really wanted to spit out a mouthful of old blood, and the corners of their mouths gradually dropped. The monks who cannot use spiritual power are similar to ordinary mortals.

Are they supposed to fight the monsters in the illusion with their mortal bodies?
I have heard people who have entered the magic tower say that the scenes inside are extremely real, and each scene is like a mustard space.

There are so many powerful monsters and monsters inside, if you are not careful, you may be hurt by the characters inside.

Wouldn't it be difficult to move an inch without using spiritual power?

But don't let everyone worry.

As soon as the assistant finished speaking, the magic tower in Feng Xiyue's hand flew towards the sky, and the tower became bigger and bigger, reaching the effect of covering the sky and the sun in a short while.

Flying higher and higher, straight into the sky, completely ignoring the principle of gravity.

Many monks at the scene showed salivating expressions. They heard that there are many treasures in the tower. When brushing the boss, some strange treasures will be dropped.

That's why all the cultivation sects rush to enter the magic tower.

Friends who are about to enter the magic tower hastened to take out the necessary weapons and clothes, after all, no one knows how long they will stay in the tower.

Then, the No.1 members who were gathered together were illuminated by a beam of light falling from the sky, and then they disappeared in place.

……

After entering the Magic Tower, what caught Lin Bufan's eyes was actually a small town in the south of the Yangtze River.

It should be in the evening at this time, the twilight is about to fall, and the sky is covered by clouds piled up in groups.

The rain falling from the sky is like a hanging veil, hazy and ethereal.

The whole scene is gray and dark, like an elegant ink painting.

There is a quiet river not far away, and a stone arch bridge spans the river, and the hazy smog is soaked in a dark color.

The catkins fluttered by the river, and the cool breeze was blowing.

On the other side of the river are low-rise buildings with blue tiles and white walls with ethnic characteristics. Under the shroud of rain and fog, it is quiet and peaceful.

Lin Bufan walked up the bridge in a daze for a moment, intending to visit the town, but when he just stepped into the small path of the town, he was stopped by a person.

"What a coincidence, we met again."

The 'young man' with delicate eyebrows and eyes squinted at Lin Bufan with a sword in his hand.

When she smiled, she showed a row of teeth that were too white.

Is this a porcelain veneer?

She is none other than Mi Yinglian, the talented senior sister of the Qinglin School. She had all her front teeth knocked out a few days ago, but now she has a mouthful of beautiful teeth.

Sure enough, there were traversers in Yicheng, and they even brought over the dental implant technology that benefited the country and the people.

"It's you!"

Lin Bufan nodded lightly, and took half a step back, "Are you here to thank me?"

"Thank you!" Mi Yinglian was stunned for a moment, pursed her lips, and then pushed the inlaid false teeth with the tip of her tongue, the hatred in her heart became stronger again.

If it weren't for Yicheng's stores with inlaid dentures, she probably wouldn't even dare to go out, let alone win the No. 1 Jindan Kendo.

It's really getting hotter the more I think about it.

The sword in his hand came out of its sheath with a clang, and he said in a low and cold voice, "I want you to be the first person to leave the magic tower."