Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

"Ru Ge, aren't you going to see your little junior brother compete? I guess, it must be very exciting, let's go."

Ling Xiao smiled indifferently, turned and walked towards the distant battlefield.

Behind him, Feng Ruge looked at the tall and straight figure in white, only to feel a chill rising from the soles of his feet, and the evil fire in his body dissipated a lot for no reason.

She found that she never seemed to understand Ling Xiao.

Whether it is his words and deeds, or the means of cultivation, they are very different from the people she has seen in the past.

But, a villain, it is impossible to kill the destiny, this is the law of the ages.

Where is the problem?

"Song?"

Ling Xiao stopped, turned to look at Feng Ruge, a bright smile suddenly appeared on the handsome face.

"What's the matter with you? Why do you keep shaking your head? Are you so careless with me?"

"I…"

Feng Ruge hesitated to speak, but in the end she didn't say much, she raised her feet to catch up with Ling Xiao, and walked side by side towards a distant battle platform.

No matter what identity Ling Xiao was, it would be better for such an inscrutable young man to be dead, otherwise it would make people uneasy.

Above the square, the contest gradually came to an end.

Countless disciples gathered in front of the hall and talked about all kinds of things today.

Only on the last battle stage, two disciples wearing Xianxuanzong robes stood opposite each other, and the winner has not yet been decided.

It's just that at this time, there were not many onlookers around the battlefield, and it was obvious that everyone was not very interested in the competition between the two.

Chen Qingshan, the famous waste of Seventh Peak, is the kind of real waste.

If it wasn't for luck, he wouldn't even have the qualifications to stand here.

After two byes, what Chen Qingshan should be thankful for the most is Holy Son Ling Xiao.

If the Holy Son hadn't volunteered to fight, there would be no more places for this bye.

Unfortunately, luck is too illusory after all.

Of course, most of them think so.

But only the wisest readers will understand... Luck is the most indispensable thing on the road to the peak of the Nine Heavens.

Otherwise, why did good fortune let the destiny get it?

Destiny wanted to sleep, and Jiutian Xuannv brought a pillow?

My villain wants to sleep, but...is it the childhood sweetheart of destiny?

When I turned my head, people blew my head off.

"Hehehe, isn't this Chen Qingshan, Junior Brother Chen? Junior Brother Chen, I advise you to surrender quickly, so that I can accidentally kill you later."

Opposite Chen Qingshan, a tall and handsome Xianzong disciple laughed softly.

"Senior Brother Hou... Let's... have a fight."

There was obviously a trace of fear in Chen Qingshan's eyes.

Hou Xiu, the first apprentice of the third peak, at the age of forty, the realm of the third rank of God Hou.

Not to mention that Chen Qingshan is a mysterious person, even if he is a senior brother and senior sister who are also at the level of gods, he may not be the opponent of this senior brother.

There is no way, people are older, and the resources are good.

His father is the third peak master! !

On weekdays, this Hou Xiu relied on his identity and ran rampant.

He said that he would kill himself later, which is 80% true.

But, to surrender without a fight like this, somewhat lost Seventh Peak's face.

So, do your best.

"A fight? Pfft! Chen Qingshan, I'll give you a chance. You don't cherish it. You'll die on stage later, but don't blame senior brother for being ruthless."

Hou Xiu sneered, and the sword in his hand suddenly came out of his body.

"A trash apprentice taught by a trash master, who gave you the courage to fight with me?!"

There was a ray of killing intent in Hou Xiu's eyes, and before Chen Qingshan could react, the sword in his hand was already shining brightly.

"Om." The loud sword chant suddenly resounded through the heavens and the earth.

I saw Hou Xiu's figure stepping out, and slashed a sword in the air.

The endless sword intent surged into the sea, like the Milky Way outside the sky hanging upside down, instantly shrouding Chen Qingshan's figure.

The dazzling sword light attracted the attention of many disciples around.

Just when they saw the shaky young man's figure under the sword light, a hint of sarcasm suddenly appeared in the eyes of many people.

Brother Chen, aren't you floating?

A Xuanqing ant, don't surrender quickly and wait to be executed?

only! !

Facing the sea of ​​sword intent, Chen Qingshan's eyes suddenly flashed a touch of scarlet.

Before he took the stage, he had already eaten the medicinal pill Feng Ruge gave him. At this time, he only felt the qi and blood all over his body scorching hot, and there was a faint feeling of being unable to suppress it.

"Qingyou, you can inform the people of Demon Sect that they are ready to attack the mountain."

Below the battle platform, Ling Xiao's eyes were calm, and he spoke with his divine sense.

"Yes! Master."

In the crowd, Qing You quietly retreated to the edge of the square, took out a sound transmission rune from his arms, and said softly, "Mountain Master, the time is ripe."

Before the main hall, Xu Yunzi's eyes were slightly condensed, and there was also a trace of worry on his face.

"Xiu'er, this kid is so serious! Although I often teach him, he must use 12 points of strength to make a shot, but ... who is the score right! That little disciple Xuanqing realm, this sword will not be allowed. Broken in half? It's really maddening me."

Beside him, another black-robed old man snorted coldly. Although he was blaming Hou Xiu, he had a smug look on his face.

It is the third peak master of Xianxuanzong, Hou Shan.

"Junior Brother Xuyunzi, that disciple belongs to your seventh peak, right? You won't be angry if he really dies on the battlefield later?"

Hou Shan turned his head and glanced at Xu Yunzi with a playful expression, with a hint of provocation in his eyes.

"On the battlefield, life and death are irrelevant. Even if Qingshan is killed, he is not good at learning."

Xu Yunzi's tone was flat, but there was a trace of resentment deep in his eyes.

The third peak master, who has always been at odds with him, is now taking the opportunity to make things difficult, which is also expected.

He just didn't expect that the always cowardly little disciple suddenly became bloody this time.

Unfortunately, he used it in the wrong place.

With Hou Xiu's strength, this full-strength slashed out, and Chen Qingshan was probably going to be... cold.

"Hahaha, Junior Brother is right! On the battlefield, life and death don't matter!!"

Hou Shan laughed loudly, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

Pretend, you give me a hard costume!

I'll see for a while, can you still be so light-hearted.

"boom!!"

The sword intent fell from the sky, and finally completely covered Chen Qingshan's figure.

But at this time, there was no trace of worry on Ling Xiao's face, and even Feng Ruge seemed to have a smile on his lips.

She could feel that the rationality in Chen Qingshan's eyes was fading.

Obviously, Junior Brother... took medicine.

"boom!!"

Just as everyone around them shook their heads and sighed, a ray of golden light suddenly filled the battlefield.

The light is a serious golden color, which seems to be sacred and majestic, but... in that golden light, there is a heart-pounding evil intent.

"Um?"

Everyone who was about to leave suddenly stopped and looked towards the top of the battle platform.

Even Hou Xiu's smile quietly solidified.

In the next moment, I saw a figure walking slowly out of the place where the sword light was dazzling, with endless brilliance blooming on a golden rod about zhang long in his hand.

"You can insult me, but you can't insult my master!!"

Chen Qingshan shouted up to the sky, his eyes turned blood red.

Then, under the stunned gaze of everyone, they rushed towards Hou Xiu.