Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

Feng Xi in front of him was a few years younger than him, but his height was already on par with him. Xia Yanran raised his chin arrogantly and looked at him like he was looking at a piece of garbage, but only he knew how much he hated this person in his heart. , loathing, unwillingness, and shame, this person who he once regarded as an ant is he... who stole Master's favor and attention!

And Feng Xi, who stood coldly opposite him, still echoed in his mind the words that the master said to this person, earnestly teaching, persuasively persuading, every word made him want to kill.

"Why? Dissatisfied?" Sensing his unkindness, Xia Yanran curled his lips and dismissed him. This person is not as simple as the master thought. He has no potential. When the competition is held tomorrow, he will definitely beat him to the point where even his own mother is embarrassed. Can't recognize it!Let's see if Master will take good care of him!

Feng Xi glanced at him coldly, pursed his thin lips tightly, silently, passed him by, and clenched his hands in his sleeves secretly.

Soon, it was time for the big competition the next day.

Song Le and Ye Ruyuan sat on both sides of the old peak master, and beside Ye Ruyuan stood the tall and straight Luo Jingchen. On the stage, there were hundreds of disciples, but in fact only about twenty disciples participated in the competition.

Although Xia Yanran usually does a lot of evil, but his face is really handsome and cute, he is born with the appearance of a good boy, very deceptive, and the old peak master who doesn't know him very well praises him a lot.

"Wuyou, this kid is good, you can watch and give some pointers." It was rare for the old peak master to concentrate on watching a competition, and when he saw Xia Yanran's elegant flying skills and ingenious methods of using hand formulas, he would be even more excited. I couldn't help but pat Song Ledao.

Song Le nodded cooperatively: "Yes."

Xia Yanran on the stage has already competed three times. Except for the first one where he was too domineering and aggressive, the other two games were merciless, only forcing his opponent to step off the stage before giving up.

During the gap, he glanced at the calm-looking master on the stage, and knowing that the master didn't like his usual presumptuous behavior, he immediately restrained the impatience that just surged up, and took a measure.

In the competition of more than 20 people, it was always said whether it was long or short, and the result was actually expected. Xia Yanran looked at the other people who were admitting defeat one after another, and the corners of his lips unconsciously showed a touch of pride.

But Master's indifference from beginning to end displeased him!

Song Le didn't notice his small thoughts, and looked around on his own, and finally saw Feng Xi standing in the crowd, his eyes hesitated for a moment, and he remembered the conversation last night——

She tentatively said to Feng Xi: "At that time, I was also impulsive, and I didn't consider your age at all. Why don't you...don't..."

It's a bit hard to justify this, it's natural to hope that Feng Xi will be famous, but she is really worried that Feng Xi will be hurt, Xia Yanran and him have always been at odds, if something goes wrong, it will violate her original intention.

But what surprised her was that Feng Xi's attitude was extraordinarily firm, shaking his head and saying: "It's okay, I'm going."

"You don't have to force it. I will treat you the same as now." Song Le was really worried and funny to his serious attitude, and she couldn't help persuading him softly.

Feng Xi's answer was just to look at her, he couldn't tell what kind of look it was, but it made her feel a little chilly for no reason.

At this moment too, Song Le glanced at him helplessly, and said to the old peak master: "Peak master, I still like a disciple here, but there is something wrong with his age, why don't you let him have a competition?"