Paranoia and fall! The world-weary young master amazes the cultivation world

Ning Xiyuan is here.

She stood directly on the ring, looked around the stands, and raised the corners of her mouth.

"I accept everyone's challenge."

Ning Xiyuan's voice was loud, mixed with unspeakable joy and excitement!

It's just that due to age restrictions, it sounds a little immature, but it does have a bit of the youthful vigor and vitality that is unique to young people.

"Young Sect Master!"

"Young Sect Master!"

The cheers coming from the stands were all for the girl's unbridled display at this moment.

Most of those who were cheering desperately for Ning Xiyuan were inner disciples.

The more powerful you are, the more you desire power, and the more you ignore the level differences brought by power.

The young sect leader bullies the disciples of the sect and does all kinds of evil, but so what? The strong are respected, which is the law of survival in this world.

"Ning Xiyuan!"

The Great Elder almost slammed the table and stood up. He slammed his staff hard and his whole face turned green.

Embarrassed.

How dare Ning Xiyuan! Standing on the stage so openly, he must be crazy!

It's fine to fool others, Lu Chaoyang is also a genius... Crazy! Ning Xiyuan is simply throwing his life away.

When the others saw how excited the Great Elder was, they looked at each other in bewilderment.

I don't know what to say.

"Why, is the Great Elder afraid that the Young Sect Master's cultivation level is watered down and the secret that he is not a swordsman will be exposed?"

Unexpectedly, the Third Elder's voice reached everyone's ears.

It took everyone by surprise.

"It's you?!"

The first elder looked at the third elder with a fierce look full of disgust.

No wonder, no wonder the rumors in the sect have been rampant these past few days.

It turns out that this short-sighted idiot was the one who fanned the flames.

Outside the crowd, Yan Qian'an looked at the arena here, his eyes filled with interest.

The boredom and annoyance of many days were swept away.

He was curious.

I wonder how Ning Xiyuan will deal with today's situation.

how to respond?

Of course, it's waiting to die.

Ning Xiyuan stood on the stage, without even holding a sword in his hand, looking at Lu Chaoyang with burning eyes.

Their eyes met, Lu Chaoyang snorted coldly, and walked towards the stage step by step.

He will show no mercy!

Lu Chaoyang felt countless people looking at him, and he enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention.

But at this moment, a figure had already flown onto the stage before him!

"I want to challenge the young master!"

"Young Master, please teach me!"

Lu Chaoyang: ???

Who dares to steal his limelight? !

Ning Xiyuan was also slightly stunned, but soon she felt relieved.

Just changed the opponent.

"it is good."

She nodded as a sign of agreement.

The inner disciple standing opposite Ning Xiyuan was called Liu Jun, and he was the disciple of the third elder.

He came today to avenge his junior sister Zhou Ya!

The Third Elder has said it! Ning Xiyuan is nothing but a useless idiot!

The referee came off the field and announced the start of the game.

Ning Xiyuan slowly took two steps back, distanced himself, and looked at Liu Jun with a smile.

Let’s get started!

She was already starting to get excited.

There was silence in the stands.

This was not the clash of geniuses they wanted to see.

Compared with Lu Chaoyang, Liu Jun is really insignificant.

Liu Jun took a deep breath, tightly grasped the sword in his hand, and took a step back with his right leg.

He had gone through the sword moves in his mind thousands of times.

In fact, he was still a little nervous.

The hand holding the hilt of the sword was sweaty.

The Third Elder would not lie to them for no reason. Ning Xiyuan must really be...a waste.

But why does she look so confident?

Forget it, forget it!

Liu Jun closed his eyes and reminded himself not to be blinded by the bluff.

The long sword danced with the arm, bringing out a sharp sword wind and bursts of sword sounds.

Although the sword moves are not fancy, they are skillful enough.

Things have developed to this point, and the Great Elder feels that they cannot be reversed.

I have already started thinking about how to deal with the aftermath.

Only the third elder had a bright smile on his face.

soon...

The genius is about to be replaced!

Liu Jun rushed towards the girl with a sword.

His heart was beating fast.

Who is Ning Xiyuan!

The recognized number one genius in the entire Southern Region.

She killed people without mercy, was spoiled and overbearing, and even the eldest senior brother in the sect was willing to admit defeat.

Fake?

Or is it true?

Liu Jun was very confused.

The sword's tip was clearly very close, and he watched the girl smile even more brightly at him.

Those beautiful eyes were slightly narrowed, looking at him.

Liu Jun was shocked.

Still not hiding?!

Then he saw the girl move.

The hands behind the back are about to be taken out.

What is it!

Sword of the Gods?

Liu Jun suddenly remembered how bad the young master was.

She likes to torture people and play with their hearts.

Give people hope... and then ruthlessly kill it.

Of course Ning Xiyuan had to laugh, and her laugh was full of encouragement and relief.

Wu~

She smelled death.

It's worth it that she is dressed in black today, it will be convenient to bury her on the spot in a while.

She pulled her hand out and tried to place it flat in front of her to appear more peaceful.

But at this moment, the sword turned and passed through her body, and then the disciple with the sword passed by her.

"boom!"

Forcibly retracting the move will cause the body to become unstable.

Liu Jun rolled twice on the ring before getting up.

His back was already cold and he was sweating profusely.

It turns out that he was so nervous!

"Disciple admits defeat."

Liu Jun was scared.

He didn't dare to gamble with his life.

The consequences of offending the young sect leader are dire, and the entire Futu sect knows it.

Quiet.

All sounds are silent.

No one spoke, whether in the ring or in the stands.

Apparently, he hasn't come to his senses yet.

Ning Xiyuan turned his head to look at Liu Jun, and the smile on his lips faded.

The light in his eyes gradually faded, and was replaced by uncontrollable irritation.

She seems...

Got fooled.

Liu Jun's heart skipped a beat when he met the girl's cold gaze, and he hurriedly apologized: "My disciple is rude!"

After saying that, he rolled and crawled away from the ring.

The system breathed a sigh of relief.

The Great Elder breathed a sigh of relief.

Thunderous applause broke out in the ring.

In their opinion, this match was nothing more than Liu Jun showing off his skills, and the young master defeated Liu Jun effortlessly without even drawing his sword.

As expected, he is the Young Sect Master!

That Liu Jun really overestimates his own abilities!

This roller coaster-like mood made Ning Xiyuan very unhappy.

Then the rare brightness of the girl disappeared, decadence began to consume her, and a hint of hostility was revealed.

Offstage, only Yan Qian'an clenched his fists.

He looked at Ning Xiyuan, and the usual smile on his face was gone.

Just now...

Ning Xiyuan did not hide.

I really don't want to hide.

She wants to...

dead.

The relief and joy on the girl's face at that moment told Yan Qian'an the answer.

So... for such a long time, I have been talking about death all the time, not to test him.

I really want to die.

Caught off guard, Yan Qian'an recalled the Wutong Hall before the sect's trial.

The girl asked him to kill her with a knife.

Yan Qian'an sighed softly, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes.

It seemed like he had missed the best opportunity to kill the young master and put the blame on someone else.

what a pity.

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Chapter 1