I am the child of destiny, but I am bound to the villain system?

The old man was so angry that he was beaten.

"Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!!!"

"My immortal? My immortal is not your immortal! You still fuck me!!!"

Pah, pah, pah!

Accompanied by the sound of the iron whip hitting his body, the Holy Lord kept screaming.

He was covered in blood, it was so miserable.

"Alright, alright, Third Ancestor, you'll beat him to death later! It's not worth leaving the name of the Slaughtering Holy Lord!"

The old ancestors on the side hurriedly came up to persuade him.

"Yes, yes, yes! It's not worth committing such a crime for this brat!"

After listening to the persuasion of the crowd, the Third Ancestor stopped the whip in his hand, looked at the Holy Lord, and said angrily: "Boy! You go and deal with Miao girl! Remember! After the Holy Son Competition, that boy must be taught by us, otherwise, you will die!!!"

After that, the Third Ancestor waved his sleeves lightly, and the Holy Lord fell to the ground with a bang.

This made him hurt even more.

"Scream, scream, a great and dignified Ji Le Demon Lord, you are making a fuss about this little injury, what a look, come, take this herb!"

I thought the Third Ancestor would give me some panacea.

But when he took it and looked at it, the Holy Lord was dumbfounded on the spot. Isn't this just an ordinary herb?

The kind used by secular people, this thing to heal his injuries? Not to mention healing, it is estimated that even if he eats it, it can't even fill his stomach!

You old thing, you dare to humiliate me like this. One day I will find your coffin and throw shit into it. I will make you crazy!

"Hmm?"

Looking at the Saint Lord staring at him.

The Third Ancestor laughed "with ill intentions": "Haha... Are you thinking of revenge against me?"

Hearing this, the Saint Lord was stunned at first, and then shook his head like a rattle.

"How is it possible! Old Ancestor, I understand your good intentions. Beating me is to temper my mind, scolding me is to train my tolerance! If I can't even get through this, how can I become an immortal!"

"Hmm..."

The Third Ancestor stroked his beard lightly and nodded with satisfaction: "This sounds like a human word. Okay, you can leave now, get out."

"Yes, Old Ancestor!"

The Saint Lord stood up, grinning because of the wound, but he didn't dare to say anything more, and hurriedly left this place.

Walking out of the gate, I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw no one.

"Fortunately, there is no one, otherwise my image would be completely ruined. The old man is very ruthless! Now I... huh?!"

Halfway through, the Holy Lord was stunned for a moment, turned his head and looked at the ancient and heavy door.

"No! Damn it, I am the Holy Lord! What do you mean by asking me to get out?! I..."

"Boy, what are you talking about?"

Hearing the voice coming from the hall, the Holy Lord turned into a stream of light and disappeared on the spot.

A good man will not suffer a loss in front of him! Wait, your coffin must be broken! Next time you want to recuperate, change a coffin!

With such an obsession, the Holy Lord left the Holy Lord Hall directly and returned to the palace where he rested. The wound could not heal at all!

No matter what medicine he used, it was useless!

Although the bleeding stopped, it really hurt!

When changing clothes, the Holy Lord had a hideous face.

He cursed while putting on clothes.

Today is the Saint Son Competition, and he, the Saint Lord, must attend. If he is found sitting there with his teeth bared, will he still have face in the future!

…

On the other side.

Lin Ye has already woken up from his wooden house. The moment he opened his eyes, two sword energies shot out and directly pierced two holes in the floor.

"It is worthy of the sword intent left by the former Emperor Shanhe. Although there is no sword technique, there is sword momentum. Is it the sword momentum of mountains and rivers?"

"This Saint Son Competition should give me a little more confidence."

"Let today be the first day for me to prove my own path."

Lin Ye stood up, pushed open the wooden door, and walked out slowly. With every step he took, the aura on his body became more and more restrained.

The competition has not started yet, so hide your edge.

…

In front of the Saint Lord Hall in Zhengqi Gate, there is a wide area.

This is the martial arts training ground, where disciples usually use to prove their own path.

Because there are so many disciples in the holy land, the martial arts training ground is also very large, and it is no problem to accommodate hundreds of thousands of people.

At this moment, under the guidance of many elders, whether it is the academy or the Buddhist sect, all the big and small forces sat on the high platform.

There is a huge arena below, and the arena is surrounded by array patterns.

Surrounded.

This is the place reserved for the Saint Son to fight for.

After all, the sequence disciples are all geniuses, and have the cultivation of the Transformation Realm. If the array pattern is not set up, the residual power of the battle will affect the ordinary disciples if they are not careful.

Even the arena is reinforced with special materials.

In order not to affect the battle of the geniuses and the perception of the crowd.

The disciples of the Zhengqi Sect, dressed in white, exuded the aura of righteousness, just like the immortal sect.

The forces sitting on the high platform whispered.

"What does this Paradise mean? Has it really changed its appearance in such a short time? They are also playing role-playing games? What kind of bad taste is this?"

"I think they must have a conspiracy to do this! Do they want to replace the academy after becoming the righteous?"

"No, the academy relies on fists. Do you really think that you can feel the light of the righteous path by talking about great principles every day? What? Do you think that you can feel the light of the righteous path by saying a few words to you?"

"Be careful when you speak! The people from the academy are here. This time Chu Wuya came in person. Look at those teachers. They are all core teachers. I always feel that something big is going to happen. "It's just right that something big happened. Wouldn't it be nice if we could take advantage of it? !"

"Taking advantage? I'm not kidding you. If you can survive, consider taking advantage."

"Wait a minute, it seems that in addition to the Academy and the Galan Temple, that force has also arrived. Look?"

"Huh?"

Led by several elders, a group of monks in Taoist robes came in. The leader was a woman with a veil on her face, so her face couldn't be seen clearly. However, just looking at her temperament and figure, you can tell that she is definitely a top beauty.

Not only that, her Taoist charm is even more suffocating.

Behind her are many monks, each of whom is a powerful person with blood and qi, surrounded by Taoist charm.

This force is definitely not lower than the Academy and the Galan Temple.

"Why are people from Xuanyue Holy Land here? Aren't they sworn enemies of Jile Holy Land?!"

"Yes, and there are rumors that Xuanyue Holy Land is going to Zhongzhou. I don't know if it's true or not."

"I guess Xuanyue Holy Land wants to see the young geniuses from Jile Holy Land this time. Look, this time, in addition to the Holy Lord, all the geniuses from Xuanyue Holy Land have arrived."

"It is said that Xuanyue Holy Land has produced a peerless genius. I don't know if they have come together."

"..."

If Lin Ye were here, he would be able to see that among the geniuses from Xuanyue Holy Land, there are Ling Ruoqing and his good brother Chu Hao.