I'm just a cannon fodder villain, why are you attacking me?

"Wow!"

"Lu Sumu, a good-for-nothing, actually beat Baili Zhuyue?"

"That's the proud daughter of Bailishi, did you let the water go?"

"It is said that she was molested by Lu Sumu until she became dizzy, and then she was taken down with a sword."

The news of Lu Sumu's victory quickly spread throughout Qingming Mountain.

It's not a problem that he can win.

The problem is, he actually won Baili Zhuyue!

Baili Zhuyue, a member of the Baili clan who is rich in Tianjiao, has a calm mind. It took only a year and a half to worship Qingming Mountain, and he was only one step away from building a foundation. His talent was so terrifying that it exploded.

But such a proud daughter actually lost!

What does this mean?

Does it mean that Lu Sumu is very strong?

No no no no……

This can only show that his shamelessness has already surpassed the limit of a master. In the future, he may become a world-renowned sixth son, throwing Qingmingshan's face into the wider world.

Lu Sumu, who had gained such a notoriety, was in a complicated mood and hesitated to speak.

Zheng Cheng patted him on the shoulder and said, "Dude, it's fine if you win! The invigilator has already said that your fighting talent is very high, as high as three or four floors!"

Lu Sumu forced a smile.

What fighting talent?Stop bragging here.

The world only saw his wretchedness, not his talent.

Baili Zhuyue lost the game, but won all the respect.

As for him, except for winning the game, everything else was lost.

If he hadn't already developed a thick skin like a city wall, this kind of group ridicule would probably destroy his Dao heart... But now, he is very calm.

What's wrong with thick skin?You don't have a thick skin, how can you flirt with a girl!

He is calm, but people like the head of the sect and the queen can't be calm.

Especially Queen Wang, the excitement in her heart can hardly be described in words.

Others couldn't see through Lu Sumu's talent, but she saw it, clearly and clearly.

"It's definitely not an ordinary genius to be able to slash an ordinary sword to such an extreme." Queen Wang's satisfaction with him was a little more subconsciously.

As for the head of the sect, he also saw the extraordinary power of that strike.

Ordinary slashing with a sword cannot be done to that extent anyway.

However, Lu Sumu did it.

If he wants to practice to that level, Lu Sumu needs to practice for at least ten years!

Perhaps, in the past ten years, he did not waste his practice, but devoted himself to this skill.

"Brat, you can really hide on weekdays!" The headmaster, who had been worrying about him all this time, finally calmed down a little.

However, at the same time, I was a little unhappy.

This kid, even the head of the school is hiding it from her!

……

"Zheng Cheng, leave me alone, get ready and join your competition."

Lu Sumu patted Zheng Cheng's shoulder.

"Xiao Yu is very strong, don't underestimate him!"

The male lead in the original book, even if he was very hip during this time, he is still a big male lead with a halo on his head, the kind who is unreasonable.

Moreover, generally speaking, for a man like this, the more adversity he experiences, the easier it is for him to obtain a god-given opportunity, and his cultivation base will skyrocket for no reason.

"If the situation is wrong, admit defeat in time!" Lu Sumu warned: "Don't fight him head-on, you can't beat him."

When Zheng Cheng heard this, he was a little bit wronged: "I haven't fought him yet, how can you be sure that I can't beat him? I'm building a foundation now!"

Lu Sumu chuckled: "You don't believe me?"

"Of course I believe you!"

Fortunately, Zheng Cheng was still that careless Zheng Cheng, he didn't ask why, and went to the arena after a little preparation.

Xiao Yu, who was blind in both eyes, went to the arena with a cane at the moment.

Seeing him like this, Zheng Cheng couldn't help but said, "Junior Brother Xiao, shall I admit defeat? I don't want to bully you. After your eyes are healed, we can fight again."

Xiao Yu gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Are you looking down on me?!"

"No, I really don't want to bully the disabled. My mother said that bullying the disabled will be punished by God."

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Yu drew his sword on the spot and angrily charged towards him.

Damn it, how dare you sympathize with him, Xiao Yu!

In his previous life, he could have blown Zheng Cheng into blood with just one look, but now, Zheng Cheng can actually fight back and forth with him.

What Zheng Cheng used was not an ordinary saber, but a long staff forged from black iron.

The weight of this long stick is not a joke, if it is greeted all of a sudden, at least three ribs will be broken.

"Junior Brother Xiao, then I can only offend you."

Zheng Cheng lowered his eyes, and his pace gradually became steady, and he began to deal with it seriously.

He hadn't learned how to play a long stick, but after he successfully established the foundation, something new appeared in his mind inexplicably.

For example...

"Go straight to Huanglong!"

Xiao Yu, who had opened his mind, had a hard time coping with the unpredictable stick technique, and was almost stabbed several times.

The Patriarch of Qingming Mountain, who was stored in his sea of ​​consciousness, was watching the battle between the two of them.

At this time, the ancestor's eyes couldn't help but fell on Zheng Cheng.

He was surprised to find that this reckless man with a seemingly low IQ actually possessed a dragon spirit root!

According to legend, this is the blood of the ancient dragon clan. A monk with such spiritual roots can start the mode of self-cultivation, and his vitality is super tenacious.

However, this dragon spirit root is not very pure, it doesn't seem to be innate, but it seems to be cultivated the day after tomorrow.

Before refining the dragon spirit root, this kid is probably just a fake spirit root, with at least four kinds of spirit roots in his body, and he will never have a chance to cultivate the Dao in his life.

"This kid, you are really lucky! As the saying goes, do stupid people have stupid luck?" The ancestor couldn't help but sigh.

He originally thought that Xiao Yu, who had ice spirit roots, was already extremely talented, but he never expected that his huge Qingming Mountain was actually hiding dragons and crouching tigers.

After several rounds of fighting, Xiao Yu gradually gained the upper hand and began to retaliate viciously against Zheng Cheng.

Zheng Cheng's talent in combat is still far behind Xiao Yu, the old silver coin.

"Come again, come again! Brother Xiao, don't be afraid, keep fighting, I can hold on!"

Zheng Cheng, who was beaten until he vomited blood, did not show any signs of weakening.

Even Xiao Yu could clearly feel that something was wrong with this kid's body, it seemed that the more severely injured he was, the faster his cultivation would be promoted!

Moreover, this fool's spiritual power seems to be inexhaustible!

What kind of monster is this...? !

It seemed that Xiao Yu had the upper hand, but in fact, Xiao Yu was almost exhausted.

"Junior Brother Xiao, it's my turn."

After being passively beaten for dozens of rounds, Zheng Cheng grinned, revealing a row of blood-stained teeth.

"Look at me, the dragon roars!"

Xiao Yu managed to dodge this ordinary and unpretentious blow, and before he could relax, he felt as if his chest had been hit hard by a heavy hammer, and the bones in his entire chest seemed to be crushed inch by inch.

"puff……!"

A mouthful of old blood was spat out, and Xiao Yu fell heavily to the ground.

Zheng Cheng stood there blankly, his back feeling cold: "Junior Brother Xiao? Junior Brother Xiao, you, you, don't die!"

He quickly squatted down, trying to help Xiao Yu up.

Time passed by, Xiao Yu didn't stand up.

"Main Peak, Zheng Cheng..."

Just when the chief examiner was about to announce the result, Xiao Yu who was lying on the ground moved his fingers suddenly, condensed two bloody swords, and stabbed at the defenseless Zheng Cheng.

Hearing the sound of the person in front of him falling to the ground, Xiao Yu stood up slowly with one hand on the ground.

In his pair of emotionless eyes, there was a cold killing intent.

The blood drops on the ground floated and condensed little by little, turning into blood swords of various shapes.These blood swords surrounded him, exuding a dark and evil aura, which did not seem like the aura that a righteous person should have.

"My God, that's a blood sword!"

"Will the quantity be too much?"

"Ordinary people can only control a blood sword!"

Just when Xiao Yu was about to end Zheng Cheng's life, the blood swords beside him fell to the ground uncontrollably.

In his mind, the ancestor of Qingming Mountain sighed:

"That's enough, kid! You've already won, why bother killing your fellow disciples?"