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

Ning Xiyuan looked down at Ning Jin and spoke in a soft voice.

The hearing of monks is different from that of ordinary people. At least everyone around the arena can hear these words.

"you!"

"is that you!"

Zhou Jin dragged his old body and crawled over. When he got close, he pointed at Ning Jin and was speechless.

He just felt dizzy and couldn't breathe.

Ning Jin gritted his teeth and stood up, then said in a hoarse voice: "Can knowing the Nebula Sword Technique prove that I am the murderer?"

"absurd."

"ridiculous."

Ning Xiyuan: "I can't rule out your suspicion. Swear an oath."

Ning Jin gritted his teeth.

Ning Xiyuan!

So what if she was the one who massacred the whole village?

They deserve to die and go to hell!

Why should you be so aggressive towards your fellow disciples just for the lives of some lowly people?

"The innocent will be cleared." Ning Jin raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips and sneered.

Ning Jin's attitude made Zhou Jin see some clues!

This is clearly not daring!

Zhou Jin hates it so much!

He wanted to rush forward to take revenge, but his aging body and forbidden techniques were almost dragging him down.

He became the murderer's pawn.

The dispute was just a few words, and the referee had already announced the victory of Ning Xiyuan's team.

They will represent the Southern Region in the Four Directions Meeting.

The cheers drowned out the local disputes.

Ning Jin was about to leave with a blank expression.

"Senior sister, please stay."

A black figure stood in front of Ning Jin. The voice was faint, but it was like an invisible wall.

Before Ning Jin could clench his hands, Ning Xiyuan pulled him onto the stage.

The cheers gradually died down.

Everyone looked at the two people standing on the ring again.

Doubt and confusion.

Ning Jin had clearly lost to Qin Chen, so was he still determined to fight five people at once?

This is too... self-humiliating.

"what you do!?"

Ning Jin wanted to shake off Ning Xiyuan's hand, but it was in vain, so he lowered his voice and asked viciously.

Ning Xiyuan smiled: "I have been taking the blame for my senior sister for so many years."

"Give it back to Senior Sister today."

The sound from the ring spread throughout the entire training ground, and the crowd gradually quieted down.

They seemed to smell a hint of... gossip.

The smile on the face of the Buddha Sect Leader remained unchanged, he just looked at Ning Xiyuan's back, becoming more and more satisfied.

As for the leaders and elders of Yuehua Sect and Bishui Sect.

None of them tried to stop this farce which had nothing to do with the competition.

They are all members of the Futu Sect. It would be a shame not to read about the scandal of the Futu Sect.

"Ning Xiyuan, stop spitting bloody words at me!!"

"Do you have any evidence!?"

"If you slander your fellow disciples, you will be punished!"

Ning Jin suddenly broke free from Ning Xiyuan's hand and took many steps back.

She wants to leave.

But now that I'm standing in front of everyone...leaving would only be a sign of guilt.

As long as Ning Xiyuan can't produce evidence, no one will dare to say that she was the one who massacred the people of Wuzhou Village!

"evidence?"

"Aren't you the biggest evidence?"

Ning Xiyuan grabbed a mirror from the space - the mirror of conscience.

The original owner had many magical weapons, and this was one of them.

"You drop some blood on it and the mirror will tell you whether you have done those things or not."

Ning Xiyuan continued to smile as he walked towards Ning Jin step by step.

Ning Jin: “…”

How to do?

For the first time, she felt something like panic.

She had just absorbed the power of the evil spirit and broke through to the Nascent Soul stage. The evil spirit was now sleeping, so she absolutely could not touch the Mirror of Conscience at this time.

"Sister, what are you afraid of?"

Ning Xiyuan was surprisingly patient today, which seemed to be related to his good mood.

Ning Jin stood still, then said loudly: "You can't prove that I am the murderer."

"Why do you ask me to prove my innocence?"

Ning Xiyuan: “Yeah.”

"Senior sister is right."

"But I'm just unreasonable."

Ning Jin: “…”

At this critical moment, a purple figure suddenly appeared in the air, then quickly landed on the ring and held Ning Jin in his arms.

"Ajin!"

The two heart-wrenching words were like the cry of a wild beast, and frightened Ning Xiyuan so much that he took several steps back.

"Ajin, how are you?"

Ji Qing's eyes were bloodshot and he hugged Ning Jin tightly, almost embedding the woman in his arms.

Ning Jin: “…”

He had just been seriously injured and was already weak. After being hugged like that, he couldn't breathe and fainted in Ji Qing's arms.

Before closing her eyes, Ning Jin hated the man's sharp jawline and straight nose that seemed to be carved by a knife or an axe.

really...

Ji Qing really wants her to die!

Seeing Ning Jin fainted, Ji Qing's spiritual energy surged, his eyes turned bloodshot, and he almost went crazy.

"Who dares to hurt me, Jin!?"

"I want him to be buried with me!"

The pressure from Ji Qing's divine transformation stage instantly swept across the entire arena, and even affected other people outside the arena because there was no barrier.

Become a god.

It is already a peak that is almost impossible to break through in this world.

It was terrifying, powerful, and made one want to surrender, almost unable to breathe.

Ning Xiyuan frowned.

Suppress the fishy and sweet taste that rises up your throat.

The God of Transformation...

The power of her soul is still a little weak...

"Which hand did you touch her with!?"

"Um!?"

"say!"

"I'm going to chop off your hand!"

Ji Qing's voice was three parts angry, eight parts cold, and the remaining eighty-nine parts were all bubbling sounds.

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

It's not impossible to give it a try if you're just a god.

The Sword of God-Slaying made a humming sound, and the girl holding the sword raised her chin and looked into Ji Qing's red eyes.

"idiot."

"I've tolerated you for a long time."

Ning Xiyuan swung the God-Slaying Sword and slashed towards Ji Qing without hesitation, whistling and tearing through the air.

Son of luck?

Blind Heaven!

Ji Qing never thought that Ning Xiyuan would have the courage to raise his sword towards him.

Dodge in a hurry.

The God-Slaying Sword smashed to the ground, and a huge crack immediately appeared on the arena.

"it is good!"

"You're the first person who dares to do this to me!"

Ji Qing sneered with a crooked mouth, used his spiritual energy to send Ning Jin off the stage, and then turned around and swung his sword.

"Come, let me see how good your swordsmanship is!"

As soon as Ji Qing finished speaking, a golden talisman exploded on his head.

"boom!"

The huge noise caused a gust of air, and whirlwinds formed on the ground, scattering dust everywhere.

Different from the elementary talisman that Qin Chen drew himself.

The talismans in Ning Xiyuan's hand are all top-grade talismans given to her by the Buddha Sect Master for self-defense.

Ji Qing: “…”

He was dizzy from the explosion.

Soon I had the same hairstyle as Ning Jin.

This was an unexpected and sudden contest, and the referee was in a hurry to open the barrier.

Ning Xiyuan...

Are you crazy!

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What I mean is, if you don't want to beat Ning Jin, you can beat Ji Qing.

Small problem!

Who to beat...

Isn't it a fight?

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Help, look what I found.

It’s a pity that the popularity is fake, otherwise I would be so happy haha

[I have written 200,000 words! If Tomato doesn't change the traffic pool for me, I will just be angry...]

[I got angry for a while hehe~]

Another 200,000 words can be used for book title testing. Can you guys come up with some explosive tomato-style book titles?