Only villains don't force me to socialize [Transmigration Book]

Lin Jianzhu moved aside, frowned, and looked at the young man who wanted to pat him on the shoulder but patted him in vain.

This young man in brocade clothes was obviously born in a wealthy family. He didn't expect that Lin Jianzhu would avoid him. He stood there in embarrassment without choosing a word, and said, "Brother, you are here too." Participate in the general election of the Sword Sect?"

Lin Jianzhu didn't want to talk to him, and said in a rather impatient tone, "Nonsense."

The young man rubbed his nose in embarrassment, and closed his mouth. A young man in fancy clothes approached him. Seeing the young man in brocade clothes slumped, he taunted happily: "Isn't this Ye Qi, the prime minister's son, who likes you so much?" Put your hot face on someone's cold butt?"

After hearing his words, Ye Qi said angrily, "Tao Yi, don't bully people too much."

Tao Yi grinned and said arrogantly: "I'll just bully you, come beat me!"

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Lin Jianzhu silently stayed away from the two naive teenagers who were fighting each other.

Unexpectedly, before he had gone far, he was stopped by a young man with a gloomy face. He had a pair of triangular eyes, and the tails of his eyes hung up obliquely.

He said to Lin Jianzhu: "Your bone age is only six years old, but your cultivation is the best among us. You don't look like you come from a noble family. You should be a relative of casual cultivators. Am I right or not? "

Lin Jianzhu felt that this person had a brain problem, so he completely ignored his existence.

Unexpectedly, he was still chattering, analyzing Lin Jianzhu non-stop, from hairstyle to clothing to expression, everything was comprehensive and well-founded.

Lin Jianzhu was almost driven crazy by this person, finally, he coldly shouted to the young man in front of him, "Get lost!"

He took a deep breath, looked at the mountains in the distance, kept restraining himself, not to beat up this annoying boy before the competition started.

Finally, a vicissitudes and simple voice came from a distance, "Everyone, the general election of Jianzong Sect has officially started. Please leave quickly to all irrelevant people under six years old and over 12 years old."

The sound seemed to come from a long distance, but it reached everyone's ears clearly. All the cultivators present were shocked. It turned out that even a sound transmission of a real sword cultivator is full of passion. Sword intent, it can be seen that this person is deeply cultivated and has excellent attainments in the way of sword.

The irrelevant people in the crowd gradually left, and the sound transmission came again, "Open the teleportation circle."

At this moment, many teenagers in the crowd suddenly fell to the ground uncontrollably, and then they seemed to be dragged by an invisible force, away from here, and someone could be heard shouting "Impossible, I didn't More than 12 years old!" Now the number of teenagers standing in the magic circle is only half of the original, but there are still hundreds of people.

Lin Jianzhu only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and he came to another place. He raised his head and found that he was surrounded by bamboo forests and green trees, surrounded by mist, like a fairyland. Being in the middle, he could feel the aura around him was many times thicker than that in the small town .

A monk suddenly appeared in the open space in front of the crowd. He was wearing a light blue Taoist robe with countless dark lines. When you look closely, you can't help but feel dizzy. feel.

He said to the eager teenagers in front of him: "Each of you has a wooden sign with a number on your wrist. The number is your serial number. Once the wooden sign is lost, it will be thrown out of Jianzong directly by the magic circle. Everyone Do it yourself."

After speaking, his figure gradually faded until he disappeared completely.

Everyone on the field was at a loss, and someone asked weakly: "Could it be that we are here to fight and snatch other people's serial number wooden cards?"

"how is this possible?"

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The gloomy young man beside Lin Jianzhu looked at the sign in his hand, and said to Lin Jianzhu, "My name is Wei Zuo, and the serial number is two hundred and five, what about you?"

Lin Jianzhu said lightly: "Two hundred and five? It matches you well."

Then he walked directly into the bamboo forest, and Wei Zuo, who was still behind him, hurriedly followed him, and said to him, "Wait for me!"

As soon as he stepped into the bamboo forest, he was greeted with a sword aura. He calmly took out his sword and greeted him. This sword aura contained the true meaning of perfection and simplification, and also carried profound truths of Taoism.

With just a single blow of sword energy, Lin Jianzhu could feel the profound heritage of Jianzong.

He seems to have realized that flashy sword moves are useless, and the same is true of sword intent. Previously, his sword intent was sharp and sharp, but he paid too much attention to the power that the sword can bring, instead it was superficial. , everything in the world is too late.

In an instant, he was teleported out of the bamboo forest, and he found himself in another open space. There was only one person in the open space, and it was the monk who announced the rules earlier.

Seeing that Lin Jianzhu had already come out, he said in surprise, "So fast? Not bad, he seems to be a boy with excellent understanding."

Lin Jianzhu was expressionless, looking at him, the two of them immediately looked at each other speechlessly.

Lin Jianzhu silently lowered his head and glanced at the wooden sign in his hand. The serial number written on the front was one, and the words "Savvy: A" appeared on the reverse.

During the waiting process, people kept appearing in the open space. Some of them seemed to have realized something, and some had joyful expressions on their faces.

Slowly as time went by, the people who appeared in the open space began to bear some wounds.

The last boy who came out was covered in wounds. Lin Jianzhu glanced at it, and it was Wei Zuo. He held a bamboo and tried his best to support himself, and slowly walked to Lin Jianzhu step by step, and stood with him. His face was extremely pale, and his gloomy expression seemed to be brewing some terrible conspiracy.

As a result, he spoke tremblingly, and said to Lin Jianzhu who was a head shorter than him, "Two hundred and five...does it have any special meaning?"

Lin Jianzhu said indifferently: "No, I'm praising you."

After he finished speaking, he looked around, only a few dozen teenagers remained.

The blue-clothed monk who announced the rules earlier saw that everyone was present, and said to the remaining dozens of teenagers present: "Everyone, please use the serial number cards in your hands reasonably." Then, he disappeared just like before.

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There is a huge water mirror in the Jianzong hall.

Several elders were watching the performance of the youngsters participating in the general election of the Sword Sect, and the monk in blue was among them.

He said to the person next to him: "Chang Lin, I didn't see why that gloomy young man was covered in blood, Ming Wu Lin is the safest place."

Chang Lin, who was sitting next to him, was dressed in white, with a noble demeanor, and laughed when he heard what he said, and said to him: "Ming Xuan, that is really a strange person, hahaha, when facing sword energy, others either resist or understand, No matter how bad it is, it is reasonable to run away, this person does not hide, he looks carefully at the green bamboo in the bamboo forest and mutters to himself, "The bamboo is so green, the bamboo shoots must be delicious."

"Then he took out a sword and started digging the bamboo shoots. Regardless of the sword energy attacking him, he said, 'What do you mean by two hundred and five?' Enlightened, the head of the sect personally checked and confirmed that his understanding was first class, and before he left, he cut off a piece of bamboo and took it out as a crutch."

Lan Mingxuan was speechless for a while, but after thinking for a while, he asked Chang Lin, "Don't you think he looks a bit like a person?"

Chang Lin thoughtfully said: "You mean the master?"

"Don't call him master, that one is now the 'Little Heavenly Dao'. Although he has been missing for a long time, he may be heard by calling him according to his seniority. Before that one practiced the ruthless way, he often did What made ordinary people dumbfounded, I heard that he switched to the Ruthless Dao because he sliced ​​his soul into pieces." Lan Mingxuan said gossipingly.

Chang Lin opened his eyes wide in surprise and said, "Master..."

Lan Mingxuan spoke with great concentration: "Did you know, it is said that the slices fell in love later, and his master decided not to let him go crazy like this after learning from the pain, and forced him to practice the way of ruthlessness."

Chang Lin pointed behind Lan Mingxuan, Lan Mingxuan saw Chang Lin's expression, and thought that something was wrong.

Sure enough, he turned around stiffly, he was just gossiping, and the senior master of the school was standing very close behind him, watching him expressionlessly.

Lan Mingxuan: "..."

At this moment, the headmaster looked over and said to Kang Tianqian who was standing behind Lan Mingxuan: "Master, you are back."

Kang Tianqian nodded, looking at the head of the sect, his eyes seemed to be dead objects, without the slightest emotion in his eyes.

Everyone in the room fell silent, the head and all the elders stood up cautiously, ready to salute him, but they heard him say to everyone: "Excuse me."

A burst of invisible force pushed everyone back into their seats, and everyone became serious at this moment, Kang Tianqian found an empty chair and sat down.

The head then announced to everyone: "A total of 520 three people participated in this general election of the Jianzong sect, and 78 people passed through Ming Wulin within an hour. Now the person with the strongest demon will be selected among the 78 people. The mirrored sword array forms a magical small secret realm."

With a wave of his hand, Lin Jianzhu's projection appeared in the water mirror. He simply made a seal and struck into the water mirror. The water mirror showed the projection of the sword array, and then the sword array turned into a place where it was difficult to distinguish the real from the fake. Mysterious Little Secret Realm.

The headmaster nodded in satisfaction, and with a quick move, the water mirror faithfully reflected the purgatory-like scene in front of him. There were mountains of corpses and seas of blood everywhere, human bones piled up into mountains, the blood-colored sky and the red-to-black ground, opened Filled with piranhas munching on human flesh, the bloodthirsty vines look like instruments of torture.

The head and all the elders were shocked. At first they thought that the head had made a mistake, but after the head checked again and again, they found that there was no mistake. Everyone turned their attention to Lin Jianzhu.

Chang Lin couldn't believe it: "Everyone has inner demons, there is nothing wrong with that. A monk needs to fight against inner demons all the time. The higher the level of cultivation, the more serious the inner demons. This young man's inner demons look like monks in the transformation stage."

The head of the sect also realized that this matter was no small matter, so he told Lan Mingxuan: "Mingxuan, you go and let the people who participated in the general election wait for a while, and often come to you to go to the secret realm to find out the truth."

The two of them took orders to go, and after a while, Chang Lin came back. Unexpectedly, he was in a mess, and his white clothes were stained with blood.

Chang Lin said to the elders and the head of the sect: "Chang Lin is ashamed, the difficulty of that secret realm has surpassed the mid-stage of transformation of spirits. As soon as I stepped in, I immediately pulled away and left. I didn't expect that I was still in the way. Fortunately, I brought a Temporary wooden sign, I discarded the wooden sign before being thrown out by the secret realm."

After listening to the head, he thought for a while and said to everyone: "This number is only six years old. It seems that it is either a person with a very high cultivation level who took it away, or a reincarnation."

Kang Tianqian spoke out suddenly, his tone was flat without the ups and downs that ordinary people should have: "It's not about seizing the house."

After hearing this, the headmaster said: "So, I will lower the difficulty of the generated Magic Sky Small Secret Realm, and refer to the difficulty of the last big competition. Do you think this is good?"

Everyone said in unison: "The master is wise."

The sect leader formed seals with both hands. This time the seals were extremely complicated. After finishing the modification, he sent a voice transmission to Lan Mingxuan: "It's time to start."