Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

"In this competition, I will participate in it and witness my arrogance in the southern border."

Just in the face of such an offensive, Feng Ruge did not see the slightest panic in his eyes, instead, there was a hint of playfulness.

Obviously you can be invincible by your identity, but choose the most fair way to prove yourself! !

"Junior Sister Ruge! I'm a disciple of the first peak. My name is Zhu Dachang. I hope Junior Sister will show mercy."

"Gan! Isn't this Chen Qingshan, the waste of the Seventh Peak?"

Finally, I can justifiably go out in the dark.

A cowardly voice suddenly came from the crowd, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Seeing Ling Xiao's promise, the disciple suddenly took out a short dagger from his body and stuck it in his thigh, "Young Master, use it!"

Ling Xiao smiled gently, giving people a feeling like a spring breeze.

"Shameless!! I have never seen such a brazen person."

"Gollum!"

Then, everyone only saw a handsome figure in white walking from a distance, with a faint smile on the unparalleled fairy face.

"Shit luck! If it wasn't for a first-round bye, I could have played his shit!"

That Xianxuanzong disciple walked up to Ling Xiao with a look of anticipation.

Your words, my words, achieve the peerless name of the son.

"Senior Brother Zhu, if you don't prepare, I will do it."

Little brother! ! Bloom! !

Gan! !

"Wait! Junior sister, I heard that Holy Son Ling Xiao often goes to the Seventh Peak these days. I don't know if this rumor is true or not?"

From the beginning, he knew that Chen Qingshan was a destiny.

Xianxuan Sect Master Helian Shan shouted loudly, and saw ten elders standing on each of the ten battle platforms.

Lick the dog, it's everywhere.

"Twenty people will fight in turn on the ten-direction battle stage. Remember, you must not intentionally hurt people's lives, but the sword has no eyes, and it is not a sin to die on the stage."

only! !

Under the battlefield, there were bursts of boos in an instant.

Ling Xiao's voice is gentle, and the whole body is full of rhythm.

Therefore, to ordinary disciples, this little sister is not only mysterious but also beautiful.

only! !

Zhu Dachang, you still have red meat!

"It's okay!!"

"I'm sorry, no, I'm so honored to fight against the Son of God?"

Ling Xiao turned around and looked at Feng Ruge on the battlefield in the distance, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

It's just the scene in front of me, but it's somewhat familiar.

Can't go wrong! !

Did you think of it?

Feng Ruge frowned slightly, and there was already boredom in her eyes.

"Junior Sister Feng!! Be careful!!"

His eyes were warm and calm, revealing an inexplicable emotion.

Feeling the awe in the eyes of the arrogant people around Ling Xiao, a smile appeared on the corner of Ling Xiao's mouth.

Originally, Ling Xiao did not participate, and the two hundred disciples just drew lots.

Mentioning Ling Xiao, Zhu Dachang's face suddenly showed a hint of fear.

Two hundred people drew lots, but you got an empty lottery? !

In the crowd, a Xianzong disciple wearing a robe gave a wry smile, raised his feet and walked onto the stage, and then bowed to Ling Xiao.

"Brother Zhu, get ready."

Countless disciples gathered under the battle platform, waving flags and shouting, trying to attract the attention of the Holy Son.

I'm not afraid of losing, I just want to be able to represent the arrogance of the human race in the first battle of the sea!

"It's good to come."

But, from the beginning to the end, he didn't think clearly who this person's template was.

"Shh!"

There was a smile on the corner of Ling Xiao's mouth, and he suddenly had an idea in his heart.

The disciples immediately looked at each other, looked at the numbers on the battle lottery in their hands, and shook their heads slightly.

I, Ling Xiao, a light from the Holy State, shining on the earth!

Ling Xiao looked at the seventh battle lottery in his hand, stepped forward, and instantly appeared on the seventh battle stage.

But at this time, the elder in charge of drawing lots had a bit of embarrassment on his face.

"Can you please sign me?"

"Look!! Holy Son Ling Xiao is here!!"

"So, there may be a big change in today's competition."

Gan!

Especially some proud women, there is a strong jealousy in their eyes.

Originally, he was still thinking about how to harvest this little leek.

"Son!"

Zhongnan Jiang Tianjiao entered the stage to compete according to the order of battle draws.

However, at the moment Ling Xiao's voice fell, the entire square suddenly burst into thunderous applause!

Feng Ruge had no intention of competing in martial arts, and at this time, she just wanted to quickly pass two moves with this Senior Brother Zhu, and then pretend to be defeated, so as to make a difference to the Master.

"Huh? What's the matter?"

But when he thought of his template, Ling Xiao found that this leek seemed to be far from mature. This Immortal Xuanzong is probably just the starting point of his immortal journey.

If this is not the son of destiny, how can he have such good luck?

"Oh? Dare to ask senior brother, what state are you in?"

Yan dog, let alone.

only! !

The disciples stepped onto the stage one after another, drew out their battle tickets, and then retreated to the edge of the square.

"Look!! It's Holy Son Ling Xiao!!"

"It's him! This luck is too heaven-defying."

"rational!"

Chen Qingshan raised his head and raised the empty bamboo stick in his hand, with a surprised expression on his face.

On the battle platform, Zhu Dachang suddenly shouted angrily, and the long sword in his hand was unsheathed, smashing the void in an instant.

"It's better to put in an empty lottery. Whoever draws it will have a bye in the first round, a bye in the second round, and a competition in the third round."

"God will be one product."

Shameless! !

What can I say, Young Master Ling Xiao, he is upright and righteous, he is worthy of being the light of my holy state, and the benchmark of righteousness!

Ling Xiao nodded indifferently, but the disciple suddenly shook his head, "Holy Son, it is a great honor of my life to be able to admire your fairy face so closely, how dare I draw a sword against the Holy Son, Holy Son, I have an unkind request"

In the end, when the disciple of Xianxuanzong jumped off the stage, the competition came to an end.

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"it is good!"

Hearing the discussions in the square, Ling Xiao also flashed a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Get ready."

"Brother Zhu, are you competing in martial arts or making friends!"

Just as Feng Ruge's whole body was dazzling, and when he was about to launch an offensive, there was a sudden commotion under the battlefield.

"Who is the disciple who got the empty lottery in the first round?"

until! !

"Huh? There's no pen and paper here."

Compared with those notorious names that are not tolerated in the world, a villain is outside, of course, he must learn to protect himself.

There was wind in the mountains, and his white clothes floated like a fairy, inexplicably with a sense of being out of the world.

One of the elders with green robes and white hair glanced at the crowd and asked in a deep voice.

"Clap clap clap!"

Staying out of the way and watching the fire from the other side is the self-cultivation of a villain.

Long stick, trash, jousting, bye?

"As if it was me"

Fame is something that is accumulated.

Seeing this scene, there were bursts of angry scolding from the battlefield.

The two elders gathered together and discussed in a low voice.

Feng Ruge, although the first disciple of the Seventh Peak, has never left the mountain in the past ten years.

This is our beloved Son of God! !

However, what he saw was only Feng Ruge from beginning to end.

"Um?"

"Huh? Little Junior Brother, you"

Beside him, Feng Ruge's eyes narrowed slightly, but there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Holy Son, you are just!!!"

Can there be one more Ling Xiao, and two hundred and one people are more than a hammer?

Many disciples looked at the graceful figure in black standing on the stage, and there was a touch of excitement in their eyes.

Did you see it?

God, bless me not to draw the Son.