I just planted a demon on the saint, how can I become a villain?

The gate of the cave, which had been closed for a long time, made a rumbling sound, and slowly opened to both sides.

Then a slender figure slowly walked out of the deep and dark cave, dressed in white, with a handsome face and gentle jade eyes, but the slightly raised head added a kind of arrogance invisibly.

"Senior brother Haoran! Senior brother Haoran is out!" All the disciples shouted excitedly.

Yi Haoran nodded and smiled, his hair was windless and automatic, with a bit of fairy air, he bowed gracefully, and said in a warm voice:

"Thank you to all the younger brothers and sisters who are here waiting for me to leave the customs. I am very grateful."

As soon as the voice came out, the female disciples standing under the cliff screamed excitedly and covered their faces with their hands.

"Ah!—Senior Brother Haoran...Senior Brother Haoran, you are so gentle!"

"Senior Brother Haoran, congratulations on your exit, this is the exit gift my sister prepared for you..."

A famous female disciple, as if seeing her own Prince Charming, walked forward shyly and handed the gift she had prepared to Yi Haoran.

Even many male disciples showed fanaticism and their eyes were filled with admiration. It was obvious that Senior Brother Haoran held a very high position in their hearts.

With a gentle smile on the corner of Yi Haoran's mouth, he said loudly: "You don't have to be like this, junior sisters, I've accepted your wishes, but you really don't need the presents, take them all back."

After the words fell, he turned to look at the man in black robe who was still standing on the cliff, saluted respectfully, and said:

"Master, fortunately, this disciple did not disgrace his life, and has broken through to the Purple Mansion Realm."

The black-robed man showed a smile on his face, and he laughed three times with great satisfaction: "Hahaha! Good! You are indeed my disciple of Diao Teng, and the position of the Holy Son must belong to you."

Yi Haoran smiled, and said humbly: "There are still many powerful seniors in the Holy Land. Haoran just stepped into the Purple Mansion by chance, but this disciple will definitely continue to work hard to win the position of the Holy Son."

"Very well, if you have this idea, you can rest assured as a teacher." Diao Teng nodded with great satisfaction, then changed his voice and said:

"The teacher knows that you have been pursuing the saint, if you can win the position of the holy son this time, then the teacher can help you try to match it."

Yi Haoran's eyes lit up, flashed a fiery look, but quickly concealed it, and said seriously: "Thank you, Master, but I still hope to be favored by the saint with my hard work and excellence."

Diao Teng shook his head and smiled: "The meaning of being a teacher is that you must win the position of the Holy Son. Only in this way can our Yunhai Peak's ranking be raised."

The words in the mouth are like this, but the voice transmission in the dark is another tone:

"You are so flirtatious, as a teacher, don't you know? Take me the position of Holy Son this time, and my status will be equal to that of the Holy Master. By then, the Holy Maiden will be yours. Did you hear that?"

Yi Haoran listened to the sound transmission in his ears, his eyes became brighter, and he could hardly hide the fiery look. He turned his back to the disciples and said loudly:

"Yes, this disciple must do his best for Yun Haifeng!"

Diao Teng smiled with satisfaction, looked at the disciples, and said calmly: "You should all learn from your brother Haoran, practice hard, don't slack off, and strive to contribute more to Yunhai Peak's ranking."

All the disciples immediately shouted in unison: "Disciple understands!"

Diao Teng was in a good mood looking at the energetic disciples.

He took out a storage bag from his arms and threw it to Yi Haoran: "This is a cultivation resource sent by your family, you are in retreat, so as a teacher, I will save it for you first, and now it is returned to the original owner. "

Yi Haoran reached out to take the storage bag, and quickly thanked: "Thank you, Master."

Diao Teng nodded with a smile, glanced at his disciples again, and then his figure disappeared in a flash on the cliff.

Yi Haoran probed into the storage bag with his spiritual sense, saw something, his face was happy, then he also turned around and said:

"Brothers and sisters, I still have something to do, so let's take a step first, and you all go back to practice."

After the words fell, without waiting for everyone to reply, Yu Jian left.

The disciples of Yunhai Peak who were looking at each other were left behind.

"Brother Haoran, where are you going..."

"Do you still need to ask? It looks like I'm looking for the saint."

"Master has promised to help Senior Brother Haoran match up, so it means that I really have no chance..." The female disciple who gave the gift looked sad and muttered to herself.

"Just now I told you not to think about it too much. Brother Haoran, no matter in terms of his family background or his own strength, you are not something that your junior sister can afford. Rather than expecting extravagantly, why don't you look at me, senior brother, in fact, I am also very good."

The male disciple brushed his hair, looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, his mouth was slightly parted, imitating Yi Haoran and showing a gentle smile.

"You? Ha ha..." The female disciple looked at her with disdain.

The male disciple frowned: "Junior sister, what do you mean?"

The female disciple curled her lips: "Brother, I didn't hit you, you are not even as good as a hair of Brother Haoran."

The male disciple immediately became angry: "Junior Sister, what you say is too much, just wait, I want to compete with you for Senior Brother Haoran!"

Female disciple: "???"

The male disciple snorted coldly: "Only men know what men want! When the time comes, let's see who is even worse than a hair."

The female disciple yelled: "I think you just like Brother Haoran, you are really a scheming burning spirit!"

...........

Holy Land in the beginning.

Jungfrau.

A slender figure stepped on a sword from a distance and landed at the foot of the mountain.

It was Yi Haoran who had just left customs.

He came to the sound transmission point of the Saintess Peak formation, and said softly to it: "Your Highness, Yi Haoran has something to see."

After finishing speaking, he carefully arranged his clothes, fiddled with his hairstyle, and showed a smile that he thought was handsome.

"What's the matter?" A cold voice came from the sound transmission point.

Yi Haoran was refreshed, he suppressed the excitement in his heart, and let his voice speak as calmly as possible:

"Your Highness, the triennial auction of Wanbao Pavilion is about to begin. The family has sent me two tickets. Let's go and have a look tomorrow. Maybe we can find something useful."

He took out two radiant golden cards from the storage bag that Diao Teng threw to him.

The cold voice of the sound transmission point did not hesitate at all, and coldly rejected: "No need."

A gloomy look flashed across Yi Haoran's eyes, but his tone was as gentle as ever: "Your Highness, I'm sorry to bother you, Haoran bid farewell."

After finishing speaking, he no longer missed it, turned around and left.

But secretly gritted his teeth in his heart.

After Lao Tzu becomes the Holy Son, he will be equal to you. Then see if you still have any reason to reject me!

Thinking of Master's promise, Yi Haoran's heart became hot.

But how did he come here at this time, or how to leave in a desperate manner.

At this time, Mu Qingyin on the Saintess Peak looked down at the two Wanbao Pavilion tickets given to her by Shangguan Wanqing.

With a slight thought, she contacted Qin Mu through the demon seed in her body, and said in a cute tone:

"Master, master, Master gave Qing'er two tickets to Wanbao Pavilion, let's go together tomorrow~"