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

Fat Chirp opened his white beak, and let out a soundless cry. The three who broke through the door flew out of the door in an instant. The three lay on the ground and howled in pain.

Lin Jianzhu thought: Fat Chirp is not a Cuckoo Bird, and the attack power of a Cuckoo Bird is extremely low, so what is Fat Chirp?

He looked at the three people who were lying outside the door and howled, and felt extremely troublesome. After hugging the cuckoo bird on his head back into his arms, he went outside the door to look at the three people who came to smash the scene.

Unexpectedly, Xu Haokuo did not repent, but showed greed on his face, looking at Fei Jiu in Lin Jianzhu's arms.

Lin Jianzhu didn't want to get entangled with them, and planned to leave this city of Xu'an without taking a break today.

Just as Lin Jianzhu walked to the gate of the city, an old man's voice came from behind: "Little friend, please stay."

Lin Jianzhu turned around, his attitude was extremely impatient, and he said coldly, "What's the matter?"

The old man said slowly: "I am the city lord of Xu'an City, my little friend wants to leave here without paying the city fee, it's just that I don't think much of me, Xu'an City."

Lin Jianzhu took out a broken piece of silver from the storage ring, and threw it at the city lord. Unexpectedly, the city lord turned the broken silver into ashes with a wave of his hand.

The city lord smiled, with a gleam in his eyes, and said to Lin Jianzhu: "Little friend, you are looking down on me. If you enter the city without permission, you will be punished. If you don't want to be punished by prison, then leave the spirit beast in your arms behind."

Lin Jianzhu guessed the greed of the city lord, but he didn't expect him to be so shameless, confounding right and wrong.

Thinking of this, he said coldly: "The city lord has been unable to break through for a long time in the early stage of foundation establishment. It's not because his spiritual root is too bad, nor is it because the spiritual energy here is insufficient, but because his heart is too bad."

The city lord was hurt by Lin Jianzhu's words, and said angrily: "What do you know, our Xu'an family has lived here for generations, and the hardships here are extraordinary for ordinary monks. If Huangkou Xiaoer has no other support, don't try it With a quick tongue, I think you should obediently hand over the spirit beast in your hand, it will be good for you and me."

Ning Zhe was anxious in his heart. In the form of a baby bird, his mana was low, and he could only use magic skills similar to his physical level, and he could not repel the city lord of Xu'an City in the early stage of foundation establishment.

But if he wants to transform into a human form, he must first transform into an adult form. His body is the divine beast Bi Fang, and the only prototype in this world is Bi Fang, the lord of the demon world. Innumerable troubles.

Just when Ning Zhe was extremely anxious, Lin Jianzhu gently put Fei Jiu on his shoulder and said, "Hurry up."

Then, a cold light flashed, and a sword suddenly appeared in Lin Jianzhu's hand, it was still the Fantie sword. Seeing this, the city lord laughed loudly, as if mocking Lin Jianzhu's overthinking.

A flash of sword light flashed by, and when Lin Jianzhu drew out the sword, he incorporated the meaning of gold and ge into it, which was in line with his main spiritual root. Seeing this, the city lord erected an earthen wall in front of him, waiting for Lin Jianzhu's sword light to strike. When it was on the earth wall, the two spiritual forces collided, and a cloud of dust erupted immediately. The golden light became brighter and sharper when it left the blade.

The city lord saw that Lin Jianzhu broke his own defensive technique with one move, and became serious. He switched from defense to offense. In an instant, a barb appeared on the ground under Lin Jianzhu's feet. Lin Jianzhu's footwork was mysterious, and he pulled away. And retreated, and immediately attacked the city lord.

Lin Jianzhu walked calmly while dodging, quite easily, but the city lord was not an easy-going lamp. With a wave of his hand, an earth-type spell wrapped countless sand and stones at Lin Jianzhu. This spell was extremely powerful. Obviously he wanted Lin Jianzhu to die or be injured.

Seeing this, Lin Jianzhu lowered his head and smiled uncontrollably at the corner of his mouth, his whole aura became treacherous. Seeing the city lord, he couldn't help panicking, feeling that he had missed something.

Lin Jianzhu had already made a move, he slashed away with a sword, the situation changed suddenly, the sky was full of water vapor, wrapped in the intention of killing, the whole way was like a broken bamboo, first broke the city lord's earth magic, and then broke his defense , the city lord was knocked down to the ground, his chest was bloody and bloody, obviously his Taoist body was broken, and he was unable to stand up anymore, he looked at Lin Jianzhu in disbelief.

At this moment, the spiritual power in Lin Jianzhu's body was exhausted, and due to the extreme overdraft of spiritual power in his meridians, he felt pain like a burning fire. He walked towards the city lord step by step, with killing intent in his eyes, and the city lord subconsciously crawled back , With a flash of cold light, Lin Jianzhu pierced his chest with a sword, and the blood gradually flowed, with a strong smell of iron rust.

The city lord has long since lost the arrogant and shameless attitude he had at the beginning, he only breathed a sigh of relief, and kept begging for mercy, saying: "Please, spare my life..."

Pedestrians on the road had already fled when they were fighting, and the rain finally dripped, as if washing everything. When Ning Zhe saw that Lin Jianzhu was not in the right state at this time, he quickly pulled his collar with his mouth. Zhu came back to his senses for a while, pulled out his sword, got up and left Xu Ancheng.

Ning Zhe looked at the bleak street in the rain, recalling Lin Jianzhu's aura and killing intent when he was fighting with others just now, and couldn't help but think back to before his rebirth.

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previous life.

Every 50 years, the spiritual world will hold a Golden Core stage monk competition. The top [-] monks in the competition will be listed on the spiritual world star list. All sects and schools, all major families will turn their attention to this list. I hope more If the disciples of the sect or the clan can make it to this list, the monks in the Jindan period naturally hope to make a big splash through this competition.

Ning Zhe stood under the stage and watched silently the fighting skills of the monks on the stage. It was the early stage of the Grand Competition, and the monks competed on the platforms built. There were more than a hundred platforms used for the early stage of the Grand Competition.

Suddenly, there was a commotion from the crowd around him.

"Lin Jianzhu, the second generation of cultivators of the Xuantian Xianzong, is facing Wu Sui, the senior brother of the Zhenwu Sect. Go and have a look."

"Hahaha, no matter how good his father is, he can't win this competition for him. It's really satisfying."

There are always some people in this world who are obviously inferior to others in their skills and are jealous in their hearts, but they paranoidly think that other people's success depends on others. Ning Zhe shook his head, but his curiosity was aroused.

He followed the crowd and came to the platform where Lin Jianzhu and Wu Sui were fighting, and saw one of them was wearing a green dress, his long black hair was neatly tied in a white jade hair crown, his eyes were bright and his teeth were as gentle as jade, It was the flower-folding boy he saw when he first entered the spirit world.

The man facing him from a distance is dressed in black clothes, with a powerful hole and an unusual aura around him, his feet are slightly differentiated, and his lower body is extremely stable.

Discussions came from the crowd of onlookers.

"Did you see that, the one wearing the green clothes is Lin Jianzhu, the second generation of cultivators, and his father is Elder Lin of the No. [-] Tianxuan Sect in the world."

"How is it possible, is it Elder Lin whom I know?"

"That's right, it's Elder Lin Yuezhi."

"But isn't that one already at the peak of becoming a god? The monk has been out of the mortal womb since the Nascent Soul stage, and it is impossible to have any more children. I remember that Elder Lin entered the Nascent Soul stage more than 500 years ago, right? Lin Jianzhu knew at a glance that his bone age was not more than 30 years old, so how could he be Elder Lin's son?"

"Hey, what's so hard to guess, isn't Elder Lin recognized as a godson? Look at this Lin Jianzhu, he looks really good. I guess he is a godson during the day and a son at night. "

As the man spoke, he showed a wretched smile. Ning Zhe felt that this man was really shameless, and he only dared to hide in the dark to slander others.

At this moment, Ning Zhe opened the folding fan in his hand, and said to him: "Brother, let's leave some virtue behind, not to mention that time in some secret realms is different from the spirit world, how many rare magic weapons in the world have the ability to freeze time Effectively, the difference in bone age doesn’t mean anything.”

"What's more, Lin Jianzhu is only in his 20s this year, and he has already reached the middle stage of the golden core. I heard that he is still a three-spiritual root. To achieve such an achievement, his heart, understanding and perseverance are very comparable to others."

The wretched man sneered after hearing this, and replied, "Who knows if it was made by taking pills?"

Ning Zhe was dressed in red, his crow-feather-like hair was tied behind him by a hair tie, and calmly said to him: "If you insist on this, how about we make a bet?"

"What's the bet?" the man said gloomily.

Ning Zhe closed the folding fan, tapped it on the palm of his hand, and said: "Just bet on the outcome of this game. If Lin Jianzhu wins, you can fly into the air and shout to everyone, 'Lin Jianzhu, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done it. Slander you with words and tarnish your name.'”

The man said to himself: "If Wu Sui wins, you will kneel in front of me and shout three times 'Grandpa, it's my fault'."

Ning Zhe smiled and said: "Okay!"

A monk beside Ning Zhe whispered to him: "I saw you betting with others with enthusiasm, but you didn't even understand the most basic situation. This Lin Jianzhu was only able to worship Tianxuan because of his father's identity. Another sword cultivator elder of Xianzong."

"So far, apart from being the second generation of Xiu, he has not done anything else. Wu Sui, the big brother of the Zhenwu sect, is a master. He once cleared the poisonous snake sect of the cult with just one fist and two fists, and..."

Ning Zhe stopped him and said, "From today onwards, his achievements will gradually replace his reputation as the second generation of cultivators."

At this moment, the two on the stage had already started to compete in the previous salute.