I Can’t Be a Sword God

Zhao Liangchen looked at the small building in the distance that was still oozing with yin under the sunny day, with a very indifferent expression, and even sneered in his heart.

It's just a wild gossip in the countryside. What kind of evil can there be?

Such a trivial matter is worthy of me?

——He wanted to scold Zhao Liangcai loudly like this, but he gave too much.

If calculated carefully, the two should be cousins, and Zhao Liangcai seems to be a few months older.

According to the family line, Zhao Liangchen was born in a side line of the Zhao family who was assigned to Hangzhou to manage the business, and Zhao Liang was the eldest son of the main family.

In any case, Zhao Liangcai's status should be higher than Zhao Liangchen's.

But this matter has been different since Zhao Liangchen was tested for his spiritual root when he was six years old.

There is no one in ten thousand who has spiritual roots, and the entire Zhao family has only produced this one cultivation seed in decades, and he immediately became the key training object of the whole family.

Zheng Fang contributed a lot of resources and bought him an opportunity to participate in the general election of Zhengdao Sect.

Zhengdao Sect is one of the Twelve Immortal Sects, a first-class sect in the world, as long as one can get started, there is no need to say much about the future.

But the selected elder just used two sentences to kill Zhao Liangchen's future.

He glanced at it in disgust, touched it again in disgust, smacked his lips, and said, This kid is just like a bone, and his appearance is too ugly, forget it.

At such a young age, Zhao Liangchen experienced for the first time what a bolt from the blue is.

Fortunately, he had family support behind him, and the Zhao family asked everywhere to send him to the Feilai School in Hangzhou.

The Feilai Sect is also considered a famous sect in the Hangzhou Mansion, and has quite a lot of background. Among the sects that are two ranks lower than the Twelve Immortals Sect, it can be regarded as the leader...

Zhao Liangchen secretly made up his mind from the day he entered the school, and he must make the people of the orthodox sect regret it.

Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully the young and ugly!

So he worked desperately in Feilaizong. He practiced when others practiced, he practiced when others were eating, he practiced when others were naked, and he practiced when others were sleeping. He practiced day and night, without interruption for more than ten years.

Relying on such a tenacious Dao heart, he became the fastest-moving person among the disciples of this generation.

In the year of the weak crown, the cultivation base of the peak of Qi Sea Realm, even if taken back to the Orthodox Sect, is enough to stand out from the crowd... some people.

but.

When it came time for Feilaizong to select the chief disciple, he thought he had no suspense, but was told that the selection of the chief disciple was not only about cultivation.

Several elders discussed behind closed doors, and finally selected the junior junior who was only at the early stage of Qi Sea Realm.

Because my junior brother... is handsome.

Zhao Liangchen was dumbfounded.

The master persuaded him that the chief disciple should not only be the best disciple, but also be the face of a sect, a representative of the sect walking in the world, you are really not suitable...

The master said it very euphemistically.

But that's what it means, you're ugly.

The little junior has already attracted much attention. After becoming the chief disciple, after several exorcisms carefully arranged by the sect, he quickly emerged, gained a large number of fans, and became the most popular rookie in the fairy sect in Hangzhou.

Sure enough, Feilaizong's reputation also rose accordingly.

The more he was in the limelight, the more unhappy Zhao Liangchen felt.

What's wrong with being ugly? What's wrong with being ugly?

Looking ugly and eating your rice?

He can only use harder penance to fight against all this!

He believed that one day, he would use his strength to make those who looked down on him regret it. No matter how you say it, they are cultivators, and the most important thing is to pursue the Dao and slay demons.

Can those handsome people still rely on their faces to drive away evil spirits?

snort.

...

Cousin, cousin? Zhao Liangcai barked twice.

Only then did Zhao Liangchen break out of his thoughts, and looked at his cousin.

Zhao Liangcai has a flat face, a pair of mung bean eyes, a bulbous nose, half pockmarked half face, half acne, Zhao Liangchen gets angry every time he sees his appearance.

The most angry place is.

He looks almost exactly like himself...

Yes, although these two are cousins, they look like twins.

The difference may be that due to the long-term practice, Zhao Liangchen is full of energy, and his expression and posture are more indifferent, and the overall feeling is ugly and cold.

But Zhao Liangcai spends all day with flowers and plants, and has already hollowed out his body, making him look even more vain and ugly.

What's the matter? Zhao Liangchen asked coldly.

I want to say, we are not only going to deal with the evil spirits in the haunted building. The kid from the Wang family will come later, cousin, do you have any supernatural powers, can you help me deal with him? That is, in case there are no ghosts in the building , we have to scare him out too. Zhao Liangcai smiled meanly.

En. Zhao Liangchen nodded: I just caught a few brats a while ago, and they are more than enough to deal with ordinary people, but...

He changed the subject: Since you said that person is also a big family, he should be able to invite people who are practicing. If he is protected by a practitioner, these small tricks may not be easy to use.

Hey, don't worry, the Wang family doesn't have our relationship. Zhao Liangcai leaned closer again: I reckon, he just invited a Taoist monk or something nearby, maybe he's a charlatan. Even if he can find a cultivator, can he still be more powerful than your cousin?

Zhao Liangcai knew that his cousin liked compliments, so he wanted to lick him within three sentences.

But what he said was true, Zhao Liangchen was indeed considered a master in Hangzhou prefecture. To be stronger than him, one has to be in the Divine Harmony Realm.

A strong man of that level cannot be easily moved.

Zhao Liangchen nodded lightly, expressing his agreement.

Seeing Zhao Liangcai, as if he was encouraged, he immediately shook his tongue:

If you want me to say, our Zhao family is definitely smoked from the ancestral grave, so we can produce a character like you, cousin. In the entire Hangzhou Prefecture, I have never seen a more talented cultivator than you. I guess the whole Heluo There are not many courts. Hehe, next year's Immortal Gate Imperial Examination, it will be really miserable for the people who are in the same period as you, I am worried for them...

Zhao Liangchen wanted to maintain his stern image, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise indiscriminately.

He hadn't heard such a compliment for a long time.

In Feilaizong, the relationship between him and his fellow disciples has never been very good. But before, with his cultivation base, he rode the top of the dust, and there were still two licking dogs behind him.

Unexpectedly, after the chief disciple was defeated, those people not only kept their tongues away, but also often laughed at him in turn.

Because of this, he remained silent for a year. He wanted to slap them in the face after breaking through, but he was stuck in a bottleneck and made no progress.

When I came out this time, apart from receiving a large amount of reward from Zhao Liangcai, I also wanted to relax.

Now it seems that Zhao Liangcai can still make him happy.

Here Zhao Liangcai was licking in full swing, when he saw two figures flashed from Po's side.

A brocade Xuanyi, thick eyebrows and big eyes. A cyan Taoist robe, extraordinary and refined.

He suddenly changed his expression and sneered: Wang Longqi, you really dare to come!

It was Wang Longqi and Li Chu who came here. Hearing his choking, Wang Longqi naturally didn't suffer a loss: Since someone thinks his life is too long, my young master must of course come to see how he died!

Okay, let's go in and see who died.

Who loves whose grandson!

The two choked each other for a round, and Wang Longqi and Li Chu also came close.

In order to maintain his stern image, Zhao Liangchen specially stood with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance.

Only then did he turn his head slowly, his indifferent gaze swept over the faces of Wang Longqi and Li Chu...

His pupils suddenly contracted sharply, his eyes seemed to be stuck in a swamp, and his facial features froze at the same time.

sluggish.

Zhao Liang, who was beside him, realized something was wrong, he quickly elbowed him, and said in a low voice, Cousin?

Zhao Liangchen regained his senses a little, but still stared at Li Chu, his lower lip trembling involuntarily.

Li Chu had a calm expression, his eyes were indifferent, his temperament was the same as his, and his overall feeling was handsome and cold.

As for why Zhao Liangchen stared at him, he didn't care. Every time there are 100 or 80 people staring at him on the street, you can't all go up and ask what you are looking at.

snort!

After a while, Zhao Liangchen snorted heavily, as if he had suffered some serious grievance, he turned around and walked away.

Zhao Liangcai hurried over: Cousin, what's wrong with you?

It's okay. Zhao Liangchen shook his head.

He forcibly suppressed the agitation in his heart, but he still couldn't help a voice roaring wildly in his mind, probably...why?

Yes, why?

At this moment Zhao Liangchen felt.

All the dangers in the world are on this face.

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