Really not a villain

Without saying a word, Ying Chen stretched out his hand and slapped his dantian hard.

Mu Jiangling only felt his throat was fishy and sweet, and the sea of ​​​​qi was rolling. He couldn't help coughing, and bent over and squatted on the ground.The surging spiritual power in the meridians suddenly lightened up, scattered uncontrollably, penetrated into the internal organs, and could no longer condense.

When he stood up again, Ying Chen had already left without a trace.

Mu Jiangling shook his tired hands, looked at the unreachable water surface, and heard the voices of people behind him, suddenly felt extremely tired.

He sneered: "What the hell am I thinking?"

He probably understood what Yun Qisheng was going to do.Counting the past few decades, the people around me have died, been injured, and walked around, but in the end they have achieved nothing, which is really ridiculous.In that case, he might as well break the jar, pour a few spoonfuls of oil on Yun Qisheng, add some fire, and let the raging fire burn himself and decades of time.

One hundred.

Ling Yun hurried up to the altar, and was talking to Meng Tingshen, with a look of panic as if he accidentally broke the secret, nodding his head submissively.

Mu Jiangling came out from behind the water plants, and said loudly, "You don't need to look for it, the mirror of Wentian is here."

A stone stirred up a thousand waves, and everyone turned their heads to look at him in unison.

He walked towards the altar.

It was as if the god of plague was coming, and everyone was afraid that they would be implicated if they touched it, so they avoided it and hurriedly dispersed to both sides.For a moment, a bright road appeared from the foot of Mu Jiangling to the altar.

The altar is very high, at least you can't jump up it with just your skills, and the steps are spiraling, which is troublesome and time-consuming.Mu Jiangling walked closer, looked at the fairy masters one by one, finally fixed on Meng Tingshen, and shouted: "Excuse me, Yu Jian will take me up."

Xuan Xichen's eyes flickered slightly, and he nodded deeply at Meng Ting.

Meng Tingshen didn't even draw out his sword, he fell directly in front of Mu Jiangling, grabbed his waist, and lifted it up.The body is light and graceful, as graceful as a frightened bird.

Meng Tingshen said to Xuan Yichen: "Master, I have brought you here."

Xuan Xichen nodded: "You step back first."

"Why do you retreat, I still have something to say." Mu Jiangling patted Meng Tingshen's shoulder, and said with a smile, "Brother Meng, long time no see, don't come here without any problems."

"Your Excellency... why are you here?!"

Mu Jiangling removed his disguise and said, "How can I miss such a grand ceremony as Wentian Festival?"

Ling Yun cried out in shock: "Mu Jiangling?!"

It's a decent outfit.Let's start with this kid.

"It's me, it's me." Mu Jiangling approached affectionately, as if wanting to catch up on the old days, "Farewell to Xunyang City, how is your brother?"

Ling Yun didn't expect this kind of development at all, he stammered: "What, what?"

"Could it be that your senior brother is alright? Hey, that's such a pity!" Mu Jiangling slapped his thigh and said regretfully, "I deliberately left sword energy on him, so he should die so that he can't die again. Speaking of which, you kid is lucky, not dead. Weird, weird!"

Ling Yun reacted, his eyes were red with anger, and he roared: "You really did it! My senior brother was killed by you to save me! Despicable and shameless!"

"Where is it, thank you." Mu Jiangling turned to look for Meng Tingshen again, "Brother Meng, thank you for bringing me up just now. There is something I have always forgotten to tell you, the people in the Pei family were indeed killed by me." Tsk tsk, they were so miserable before they died, crying and begging for my life, really, it hurts my heart to see it. You think something is wrong, it’s all misleading clues I left on purpose, look at it later You want to speak for me so seriously, I'm too embarrassed to break it. I'm really sorry for making you waste your time. "

Then he said to Xuan Xichen: "Immortal Master Xuan, I didn't mean to kill those one hundred disciples of Busi Pavilion. It's really terrifying under the Abyss of No Return. Uncomfortable, when I came out and saw so many people, I wanted to kill a few to vent my anger. Who knew the rise of accidental killings, I didn’t pay attention, alas, it was really an accident, an accident.”

Xuan Xichen's expression moved slightly, he raised his hand and pulled back the grabbed sleeve, dusted it off, and said in a low voice, "Zhuzi is rampant, and he doesn't know how to repent."

The corners of Mu Jiangling's mouth turned sour: "Repent? Why do you regret? How do you reform? Why don't you teach me?"

Ling Yun screamed, rushed over stumbling, and swung a palm at Mu Jiangling.

This palm hit was solid, and Mu Jiangling was blown away just like that, flying far away.

Ling Yun stared blankly at his own hands, then at Mu Jiangling who fell on the ground and couldn't get up, and said to himself, "I, I didn't use much strength?"

Suddenly someone yelled: "Kill this devil!"

A group of casual cultivators gathered around them as if they had just woken up from a dream, filled with righteous indignation: "There is such a person in the world!" "How dare you be so righteous and beat him!" "Bitch!"

Mu Jiangling curled up on the ground, he was kicked one time, then another club was hit there, his face was ashamed and he was in a state of embarrassment.It may be that there are so many people that it is difficult to use a sharp weapon. Everyone consciously did not use their swords, but there were also a few big-hearted ones who came up with a single knife and pierced through each other.The wound will still be beaten, not to mention the pain, blood splatters, it is scary to look at.

Mu Jiangling hugged his head and rolled around in the dust, being kicked like a ball.His ears were full of insults, blood was bleeding from his lips, and he was still laughing, which was uglier than crying.

For the first time in 800 years, he was the first person who dared to challenge the immortal sect, and the genius who broke through the realm of returning to the void in just over [-] years, ended up being beaten to death by ordinary casual cultivators.

Yun Qisheng, are you still satisfied?

Standing on the altar and following the fairy master, Yun Qisheng is not qualified.He was in another inconspicuous place, the Yinyun knife in his hand was about to come out, his eyes were almost dull.

"Mu Jiangling, what on earth are you thinking?" He murmured, feeling unhappy for some reason, "A Ye Niannian is worth it?"

Mu Jiangling was really on the verge of being beaten to death, with too much gas and too little gas, he was dying.

Suddenly everyone around retreated, and the shouting and cursing gradually subsided, turning into whispers and discussions.

A swipe of snow brushed past gently, and blood and dust were stained on the hem of the clothes.

That voice was like spring wind turning into rain, gentle and peaceful, but with a bit of inappropriate stubbornness: "Master."

Mu Jiangling barely opened his swollen eyes.

Meng Tingshen stood beside him, with his back to himself, facing the altar, the long sword fell into his hand at some point, his knuckles were blue and white.

Xuan Xichen said: "Disciple, what are you doing?"

Meng Ting was silent, only looking at Xuan Yichen.

Xuan Xichen: "Do you want to protect him?"

Meng Tingshen neither nodded nor denied.

Mu Jiangling panicked for no reason.Meng Tingshen is a single-minded person.Otherwise, because of a little bit of doubt, how could he push the matter of Pei's family down against everyone's opinions, visit him persistently, try and fail repeatedly, become more courageous and persevering in spite of setbacks.If he really wants to fight against Xuan Yichen and cause a rift, then he will really have no peace under the nine springs.

With the last bit of strength, he opened his voice and cursed: "Meng Tingshen, did you take advantage of my way of doing things or what? Ah? Didn't you get enough of being closed back then? I don't need your pity, so get out of here!"

Meng Tingshen finally turned around.He stretched out a hand and said, "Can you stand up?"

Mu Jiangling was really dumbfounded.He searched his stomach and wanted to scold something, but he was not willing to use too harsh words. After thinking about it, his stomach hurt, and he said grimly: "I can't stand up, don't you see it yourself? The pain is so painful, how can I stand up?" ? Why are you talking nonsense!"

Meng Tingshen was not annoyed, instead he said gently, "Since you know the pain, don't take all the things you haven't done next time."

Mu Jiangling: "..."

He didn't even have the strength to curse.

Half of the injury is too serious, and the other half is pantothenic acid in my heart.

Anyway, he now feels that the white dress Meng Tingshen is wearing is particularly dazzling.The clothes seemed to emit a radiant light, which pierced my eyes so much that I wanted to cry.

Then there was another noise, with chaotic footsteps, clanging weapons, rumbling noises on the ground, and flying dust.

Mu Jiangling didn't hear what those people were arguing about.

He was very sleepy, and the habit of falling asleep after being injured had recurred.The noise from those people gave him a headache, and he really wanted to pass out.Then—someone jumped up and kicked the wound again, he shivered, rolled his eyes, and passed out as he wished.

As for where to wake up, and whether he will wake up, he is too lazy to think about such things.