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

The flame transformed by the spiritual power of fire is different from ordinary flames. The temperature increases exponentially. If a large living person is surrounded by such flames, it will be wiped out in a few seconds.

Even bones can be burned to ashes.

The other disciples around quickly jumped to the distance, fearing that they would be burned.

Lin Bufan didn't panic, he learned and used it flexibly, just to try the power of the sword move he just learned.

When he leapt up, the piercing sword energy split into many white sword shadows, like white snakes soaring into the sky, dancing wildly in the strong wind, extinguishing all the flames flying towards him.

Wu Di's expression froze, and the folding fan was replaced with a bright mountain axe, forming countless crescent-shaped white shadows in the air, each shadow carrying a scorching temperature.

Lin Bufan's expression remained unchanged, the snow-white sword energy was like a thunderbolt in the dark night, illuminating the gradually dimming woods like noon.

Between the swing and the fall, Wu Di staggered due to the huge impact, his blood surged up and down, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

The sword shadow, which was like a gale wind and moved like lightning, was still approaching him little by little.

Wu Di was so frightened that his face was snow-white, and he wanted to take out a defensive magic weapon to resist, but found that the spiritual power around him seemed to have been frozen, obviously restrained by Lin Bufan's spiritual pressure.

Both of them are obviously only at the eighth stage of foundation establishment, so why can Lin Bufan's spiritual pressure control him easily.

Wu Di didn't understand what was going on.

But just when he was about to be injured by the sword energy, Lin Bufan withdrew his spiritual power.

Then he cupped his fists humbly, "Junior Brother Wu, let me go."

Then step on the flying sword and float away.

A group of disciples stared blankly at the direction of his departure, unable to recover for a long time.

"Junior Brother Wu, when did Lin Bufan become so powerful?
Moreover, and he could hurt you obviously, but he stopped in the end, which is not like him at all. "

The disciple on the side scratched his head suspiciously.

Wu Di hadn't recovered from his astonishment yet, his face was as pale as paper.

He couldn't believe that Lin Bufan, who had been beaten by him all the time, beat him with only two moves.

It was planned to fix him up, but it turned out to be repaired instead.

In the following days, as long as Lin Bufan enters the state of cultivation, the old man in black will appear in the void, and then teach him sword skills.

A set of 36 sword techniques, the more difficult it is to comprehend later on, and the more time and energy it will take.

When he has mastered all 36 moves, there is only one day left before the martial arts meeting.

The Zongmen Huiwu is in full swing.

Divide into Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, and Golden Elixir, and compete in three groups.

As long as you can get in the top ten, you can get generous rewards, and many disciples are rushing for the rewards.

People die for money, birds die for food, this sentence is applicable to any world.

Now the real people from all the peaks are competing with each other. When watching the game in the audience, they are like basketball coaches guarding the sidelines, afraid that their proud disciples will lose to disciples from other peaks.

Individual real people even spit out their mouths with anger.

"Is this the way my teacher teaches you all day? Have you learned all your spells into the dog's stomach?"

"People use fire skills, what should you use? Don't tell me, you can only hide and seek."

"Oh! This kid, does he perform very well on weekdays? Why doesn't he perform well as soon as he plays?"

The battle on the stage was in full swing, and the real people below roared hoarsely.

There was even a duel between two disciples on the stage, and a duel between two masters in the audience.

By the time the two disciples on the stage had decided the winner, the two masters off the stage had already lost both sides.

(This case is only individual.)
Xiao Chuyi seemed supercilious, as if he didn't care about the external fame and fortune, but in fact he cared more about his apprentice's performance in the competition than anyone else.

Therefore, before the start of the martial arts competition, he was already conducting devil-style training on the little apprentices, so he rushed to No.1.

As for the big apprentice, he has never been in his consideration, so he hasn't thought about him even for a moment in the past month.

However, this time his big apprentice's performance was beyond his expectation.

Lin Bufan passed five levels, beheaded six generals, and entered the top five in the foundation building group. When he entered the third place, he met his junior brother Meng Yixuan unexpectedly.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Chuyi finally had a different expression on his face.

Shocked, stupefied, unbelievable!

The two brothers and sisters each stood at a corner of the competition stage, staring at each other.

Meng Yixuan seemed calm, but he was surprised in his heart.

He has never cared about other people's affairs. After so many matches, he has never watched other people's games. Of course, he would not pay attention to Lin Bufan's games.

Or, he was overly confident, thinking that among the foundation-building cultivators of the entire sect, none of the disciples would be his opponent.

This is indeed the case in the previous games, all of which were won within ten strokes.

However, he always felt that his senior brother was quite different from before.

He is not as impetuous as before, and his eyes are different from before.

The key is strength. Lin Bufan's ability to enter the top five has completely exceeded his expectations.

There are times when he is not sure.

Lin Bufan was also full of thoughts, recalling the life of the original owner.

When he was writing novels, he tried his best to write the original owner in a bad direction, wishing that people all over the world would hate him to the bone.

Now I have become him, but I hate others' dislike for me, and I really want to reverse the villain's design.

Until now, he is still very confused about the path he will take in the future, and he has a premonition that it will not be easy to reverse his corrupted reputation.

While the two opponents were thinking in vain, the audience below were admiring their beauty.

They are all regarded as the ceiling of Mi Tianzong's appearance, one is white-clothed than snow, and the other is blood red like fire.

Meng Yixuan is like a high-mountain flower that does not eat fireworks in the world, high and distant, people can't help but feel admiration, but dare not approach.

When his spotless white clothes fluttered in the wind, it seemed that he might turn into a fairy anytime and anywhere.

On the contrary, Lin Bufan, like the original owner, was dressed in red, loose and elegant.

The original owner had a contrarian standard androgynous handsome face, squinting slightly, and then curling his lips into a smile, there would be a kind of evil charm and wild allure.

Dressed up this time, when she stood on the high platform, she actually had an outstanding beauty.

Like a phoenix falling into the mortal world, if you are not careful, you may be reborn from the ashes.

This is a major feature that Lin Bufan added to the villain when he was writing novels. As long as a man dressed in red appears, it must be the original owner of the villain.

Lin Bufan has been too busy recently, and has no time to go out and buy new clothes, so he had to continue the original owner's dressing style, which is red inside and out.

For some reason, the two stood on the stage for a long time, but the duel bell never rang.

It seems that they intend to let everyone appreciate their stunning demeanor.

The audience below were not in a hurry at all, and even wished that time would pass more slowly, allowing them to stay on stage for a while longer.