Help!After being transformed into cannon fodder, he was doted on by the yandere villain.

Cursing himself for being unfounded, Xie Xingchen let go of his hand and floated up again, "Master, I didn't mean to disturb your view of the fire."

Qi Hanzhi looked at the raging fire. The fire reminded him of the Dragon City in flames back then.

Thick smoke filled his eyes, the dragon's sharp wails of pain filled his eardrums, and the smell of burning flesh was nauseating.

Suddenly he was pulled behind him, and when he came to his senses, he was stunned.

Qi Hanzhi didn't expect Xie Xingchen to appear here and pull him away from the fire.

Hearing Xie Xingchen say that he didn't mean to disturb, Qi Hanzhi said: "Nothing. Why are you here? Aren't you going to participate in the disciple competition?"

"Elder Yu sent his disciples to find the master, but the master didn't go to the disciple competition?" Xie Xingchen swallowed his curiosity to ask what was going on with the bloody aura.

"So, do you want to go as a teacher?"

Xie Xingchen was startled, but he didn't expect him to ask himself, "Of course I want to go to Master."

Qi Hanzhi's eyes slightly curved, and he smiled and said, "Okay."

Xie Xingchen always felt that something was wrong with Qi Hanzhi, but he couldn't pinpoint what it was.

weird.

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The Yulun Sect has a small disciple competition every year and a big disciple competition every five years.

It is not necessary for all the disciples of the peak to participate in the small competition, but the disciple competition is different. It pays much more attention to it than the small competition. Disciples from all peaks must participate.

The top ten in the disciple competition will be rewarded, while those at the bottom will be expelled from the sect or work as outside disciples.

After the elders and venerables from each peak of the Yulun Sect took their seats, the disciple competition officially began.

The competition platform made of Xuan Tie was set up with formations to resist killing moves, so that there would be no mass killings by fellow sect members.

On the competition stage, the head disciple's direct disciple held a green bamboo stick in his hand, closing his eyes and making secrets.

The green bamboo stick in his hand flew into the air and landed on the head of each disciple.

Disciples can know their serial number by simply taking off the bamboo stick on their head.

Disciples with the same serial numbers will become opponents, and the winner will enter the finals, where lots will be drawn again, and so on, the top ten will be determined.

"What should I do? I've drawn Senior Sister Yan. She just came back from training at the bottom of the mountain, and I faced her. Ah, it's going to be cool."

"What are you afraid of? Senior Sister Yan is so beautiful and gentle, she must be very gentle."

"I hope so, no one else is as lucky as me~"

Xie Xingchen was curious. Hearing what they said, Senior Sister Yan is very powerful?

The disciple who thought he was unlucky walked onto the competition stage, a little timid and said, "Senior Sister Yan, please be merciful."

Senior Sister Yan's full name is Yan Weilan. She is dressed in aqua blue female disciple uniform, lightly rouged, and looks gentle and graceful.

She nodded, "Yes."

The unlucky disciple has a solid foundation, but unfortunately his sword drawing speed is too slow, and he can find flaws at a glance.

After two or three moves, Yan Weilan knocked him out of the competition stage and threw him to the ground.

Yan Weilan was stunned. She didn't expect that she would knock the person away with one strike of her sword. She said guiltily: "Junior brother, I didn't mean it."

The disciple who was smashed into a pig's head lay on the ground, not wanting to live anymore and losing all face.

He stretched out his hand with difficulty, "It's okay, Senior Sister Yan, I know you didn't mean it, it's Junior Brother and I'm too fragile."

Yan Weilan lowered her eyes, feeling guilty, and her next moves with other disciples were much gentler.

Xie Xingchen's opponents were several senior brothers. He was unexpectedly lucky and won them all.

Before his proud tail could be raised, the serial number on the bamboo stick interrupted his non-existent tail.

——He faced off against Senior Sister Yan.

Xie Xingchen looked at the senior brother who was paralyzed on the ground and continued to be embarrassed, and then looked at the senior sister on the stage who looked gentle but was actually harsh.

It’s over.

Xie Xingchen was about to cry but had no tears. He was about to be beaten into a pig's head.

"Thank you, junior brother, come on, don't be afraid!!"

"Oh, you don't have any momentum, so you still have to rely on me."

Another senior brother squeezed the weak senior brother and shouted to Xie Xingchen: "Junior brother Xie, the speed of drawing the sword must be fast, and the posture of sheathing the sword must be handsome. Men will never fail!!"

Other senior brothers followed suit one after another: "Keep a low profile, thank you junior brother for coming. Anyone who dares to bark will be killed!"

Xie Xingchen: "..."

Someone, please get rid of these embarrassing senior brothers.

Yan Weilan couldn't help but chuckle, her laughter was crisp, and she said: "Thank you, junior brother, you are so popular."

Xie Xingchen smiled bitterly, "Yes, I'm so popular."

The whole sect has been disgraced.

The referee standing between the two men gave the order, "You two, let's start."

Yan Weilan stopped smiling, her face darkened, and she concentrated on the battle.

Her swordsmanship is like that of a swimming dragon, specializing in overcoming strength with softness.

As soon as Xie Xingchen's sword blocked her sword move, the tip of the soft sword suddenly bent like a spring and struck Xie Xingchen's right shoulder.

His pupils shrank sharply, Xie Xingchen quickly turned to one side, and the soft sword passed by his messy hair.

Several hair strands broke and fell on the test platform.

This sword barely missed him. Xie Xingchen held the sword in one hand and took a few steps back.

Yan Weilan saw him retreating and pursued him again with a sword.

The sword moves are wrapped in the gentleness of the spring breeze, but the gentleness often hides the sharpest edge.

Seeing this, Xie Xingchen held his sword in his back to resist, his finger bones turned white and he gritted his teeth.

Sure enough, as he thought, Senior Sister Yan is really the kind of person who hides her hidden secrets.

Xie Xingchen had an idea and released his natal sword. The natal sword clattered to the ground.

Yan Weilan couldn't believe it.

Her sword had no obstacle and flew towards the competition platform uncontrollably. Unable to recover the sword in time, she fell off the competition platform.

Xie Xingchen knew that this was considered opportunistic, but in actual combat, opportunistic behavior was not a bad idea.

He was willing to do it as long as he could survive.

"This round, Guhan Peak, Xie Xingchen wins." The referee said.

Cheers rang out, and senior sister Yan Weilan stood under the competition stage and said with a smile: "Thank you, junior brother, you won, congratulations."

Although Xie Xingchen did not regret using caution, he still felt a little sorry for her, "Senior Sister Yan, in terms of strength, I am not as good as you."

Yan Weilan smiled: "Our Yulun Sect has always valued results, not process means. Winning is winning, and senior sister is willing to do so."

Xie Xingchen smiled, "Thank you, senior sister."

Qi Hanzhi kept looking at Xie Xingchen's dazzling smile when he spoke on the competition stage.

His slender fingers were tapping on the armrest every now and then.

The handrails were quickly covered with frost.

The leader sitting next to him shivered coldly, feeling that the atmosphere here was too low-pressure, so he was the first to break it, "Hanzhi, although your apprentice is young, he is quite clever."

Qi Hanzhi paused mid-point and chuckled: "Yes, I think he should be punished for being clever on the competition stage."

The leader was startled, and the hand stroking the fur of the spirit dog in his arms suddenly stopped. He seemed to have said the wrong thing.

Looking at Xie Xingchen, his eyes were full of pity. The leader wanted to make up for his mistake, "The child looks good, Han Zhi, why don't you stop torturing him?"

Qi Hanzhi: "I don't think it's okay. You should be punished for making mistakes. When did the leader ignore the sect's rules like this?"

Head: "..."

He decided to shut up.