Our villains don't want to be stepping stones

Qin Chu looked a little disappointed. Today should have been the time when he became famous in Southern Xinjiang.

But he was framed by someone and was confined here.

However, it doesn't matter.

Now that the young master has known me, this heavenly pool is famous all over the world, so don't worry about it! !

"Om."

only! !

Just when Ling Xiao stepped forward and was about to walk towards the square, in his soul sea, the sacred order of the divine master suddenly buzzed.

Ling Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly, and his figure appeared in the realm instantly, and then took out the divine order.

"Where is the Son now?"

A deep and dignified voice came from Lingzhong, but a trace of doubt appeared on Ling Xiao's face inexplicably.

Why is this voice...somewhat familiar?

"Xianxuanzong."

"I have gone deep into the sea area and am investigating the traces of the Sea Emperor. If the Holy Son has something to do, you can call me back to Xinjiang at any time."

"It turned out to be the number one envoy."

Before Ling Xiao's eyes, a figure with a golden face appeared.

To be honest, among the four great envoys of the Holy Cult, the only one that makes Ling Xiao afraid is the number one envoy.

Because he is too mysterious.

So mysterious that even the other three great envoys don't know their identities.

And the more people hide their heads and show their tails like this, the bigger secrets may be hidden in them.

"No need, the envoy can investigate the matter of the Sea Clan with peace of mind. I have seen the whereabouts of the Great Demon in Southern Border. If the envoy shows up at this time, I'm afraid it will startle the snake."

"it is good."

It wasn't until there was no more fluctuation in the order that Ling Xiao collected it into the soul sea and appeared on the top of Xianxuan Mountain.

But at this moment, his eyes were still full of doubts.

It's a very familiar voice, where on earth have I heard it?

A layer of celestial glow covered his face, Ling Xiao stepped out and disappeared in place.

No matter, who is this mysterious first envoy.

In short, he will not appear in the southern border for a while.

In this way, Ling Xiao will have enough time to lay out the chess game, and then... start the pot to burn oil, and surround and kill him.

The endless sea, the land of thousands of miles.

A figure in a golden robe stood in the depths of the sea with his hands behind his back, and there was also a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Why is the voice of the Holy Son familiar?

Xianxuanzong, in front of the main hall.

Ling Xiao's figure descended from the sky, his white clothes were not stained, and his skirts fluttered, giving him a sense of being out of the dust.

There seems to be auspicious clouds floating in the sky behind him, and the sound of Taoism is transmitted through.

The ten thousand-zhang glow soared into the sky, and washed away all the dark clouds that had permeated the bright sun.

"Look!! It's the Son of Ling Xiao!!"

"The Holy Son is so handsome!! I really want to be with the Holy Son... the world of mortals, wandering the world."

"The Holy Son is looking at me!! The Holy Son is looking at me!!"

Beside Feng Ruge, a female disciple of the Immortal Sect trembled all over, her face was rosy, and she reached the pinnacle of her life in just a split second.

"Ah! I can't do it!"

The entire Qingshi Square also fell into jubilation because of Ling Xiao's arrival.

In front of the main hall, He Lianshan and the others stood upright and bowed down.

"Meet the Holy Son."

"Well! Let's get started."

Ling Xiao smiled lightly, without any hint of arrogance on his face.

Then, under the stupefied gaze of all the immortal sect powerhouses, he actually raised his feet and walked towards the stage where the contest tokens were drawn.

"Huh?! Holy Son...you..."

He Lianshan's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression surprised.

My lord son, what are you doing?

In your capacity, the holy state belongs to your family, a mere heavenly pool, is it worthy for you to fight for it yourself?

I directly award you the first place in the competition, isn't it simple and happy!

Gan!

Chapter 649, Destiny and luck

"I will participate in this competition and witness the demeanor of my Southern Border Tianjiao."

Ling Xiao's tone was gentle, and his whole body was full of Taoism.

There was a wind in the mountains, and his white clothes were blown up like a fairy, with an inexplicable sense of being out of this world.

However, at the moment Ling Xiao's voice fell, the whole square suddenly burst into applause!

"Clap clap clap!"

"it is good!"

"Holy Son, you are just!!!"

Did you see it?

This is our beloved Son of God! !

He could obviously be invincible by virtue of his status, yet he chose the fairest way to prove himself! !

What is there to say, Mr. Ling Xiao, you are upright and righteous, you are worthy of being the light of my holy state, the benchmark of righteousness!

only! !

God, please help me not to draw the Holy Son.

I'm not afraid of losing, I just want... to be able to represent the human race in the battle against the Proud of the Sea!

Gan!

Sensing the awe in the eyes of all the geniuses around him, Ling Xiao also smiled.

Fame is something that is accumulated.

Every word you say to me will make you a peerless master.

I, Ling Xiao, a ray of light from the Holy State, shines on the earth!

Compared with those notorious reputations that are unacceptable in the world, a villain must learn to protect himself if he is outside.

But at this time, the face of the elder who was in charge of drawing lots showed a bit of embarrassment.

Originally, Ling Xiao didn't participate, and the two hundred disciples happened to draw lots for the duel.

Can Ling Xiao be one more person, two hundred and one people compare with a hammer?

"It's better to put in an empty lottery. Whoever gets it will have a bye in the first round, a bye in the second round, and a competition in the third round."

The two elders got together and discussed in a low voice.

"rational!"

All the disciples stepped onto the battle stage one after another, drew out their battle lotts, and retreated to the edge of the square.

"Who is the disciple who got the empty lottery in the first round?"

One of the elders in green robes and white hair glanced at the crowd and asked in a deep voice.

All the disciples immediately looked at each other in blank dismay, looked at the number on the battle sign in their hands, and shook their heads slightly.

until! !

A timid voice suddenly came from the crowd, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

"It seems...it seems to be me..."

Chen Qingshan raised his head, held up the empty bamboo stick in his hand, and said with a surprised expression.

"Huh? Junior brother, you..."

Beside her, Feng Ruge's eyes narrowed slightly, but a hidden smile was raised at the corner of her mouth.

Can't go wrong! !

If this is not the son of destiny, can he have such good luck?

200 people drew lots, but you got an empty lottery? !

Junior brother! !Bloom! !

"Damn! Isn't this that trash Chen Qingshan from the Seventh Peak?"

"It's him! This luck is too... against the sky."

"Shit luck! If it wasn't for the first-round bye, I could have played his shit!"

"Oh? Dare to ask senior brother, what realm are you in?"

"A divine general."

"... "

"Ok?"

Hearing the discussion from the square, Ling Xiao also had a flash of surprise in his eyes.

From the very beginning, he knew that Chen Qingshan was a destiny.

But, from the beginning to the end, he didn't think about who this person's template was.

It's just the scene in front of me, but it's somewhat familiar.

Long stick, useless, contest, bye?

Think about it?

"So, there may be a big change in today's competition."

A smile rose from the corner of Ling Xiao's mouth, and suddenly he had an idea in his heart.

Originally, he was still thinking about how to harvest this little leek.

But when he thought of his template, Ling Xiao found that this leek seemed to be far from mature enough.

This Immortal Xuanzong is probably just the starting point of his immortal journey.

"Twenty people fight each other one by one on the battle platform in ten directions. Remember, don't intentionally hurt people's lives, but...swords have no eyes, and it is not a sin to die on the platform."

Xianxuan Sect Master He Lianshan shouted loudly, and saw ten elders standing on each of the ten battle platforms.

All the Tianjiao from southern Xinjiang competed on the stage according to the order of the battle lottery.

Ling Xiao looked at the No. [-] battle lottery in his hand, stepped forward, and appeared on the seventh battle platform in an instant.

"Look!! It's the Son of Ling Xiao!!"

Countless disciples gathered under the battle platform, waving their flags and shouting, trying to attract the attention of this holy son.

"Damn, can't I, I am so honored to fight against the Son?"

Among the crowd, a Xianzong disciple in a long robe gave a wry smile, walked up to the battle stage, and bowed to Ling Xiao.