Being a villain is also popular in the world of self-cultivation

For the next few days, Shen Wuhuo never went out, and even the second round of lottery was entrusted to Shen Chi to draw on his behalf.

At the lottery scene that day, Qin Meng, who was in charge of drawing the box before, did not arrive, but Elder Wu Wang, who had previously had a gap with Elder Mingtang, was guarding.

The old man with white hair and childlike face looked in Shen Chi's direction several times, with probing eyes.

"Little uncle." Yun Rao saw that Elder Wuwang turned to Elder Mingtang who had just arrived, tugged at Shen Chi's sleeve, and asked softly, "Why is that Elder Wuwang looking at you all the time?"

Shen Chi looked up and saw that Elder Wuwang and Elder Mingtang were arguing again, he smiled softly, and replied: "He is not looking at me, he is looking for someone."

"Huh?" Yun Rao was puzzled.

Shen Chi nodded and said no more.

The first day when Shen Chi came to the Fu Zong, he had doubts about the appearance of this elder Wuwang. He went back and read the plot, but he couldn't find him. In other words, he personally stated that Shen Wuhuo was not a son of the Shen family, and looking at this person's face, it must have something to do with Shen Wuhuo's life experience.

[Do you know who Shen Wuhuo's parents are? 】

[Returning to the host, the protagonist's life experience is not mentioned in the plot, this should be a derivative plot, please treat the host with caution. 】

After the lottery was drawn, Shen Chi was waiting to go back, but was stopped by a person.

It was a tall cultivator in Tsing Yi, whose appearance was very similar to Tang Wanjiu, with a hearty smile on his face. He strode towards Shen Chi, and said as he walked, "You are Cheng Jianzong's Wuchi Taoist friend Well, next is Tang Qian, an inner sect disciple of the Beast Controlling Sect, and Tang Wan is my elder brother, it is a pity that I didn't come to watch the match last time, and didn't see my fellow Daoist Shenwei."

"I've met fellow Taoist Tang Qian." Shen Chi turned his head to look at him, thinking of the last battle, he suddenly said: "How much more powerful are you than your brother?"

Hearing Shen Chi's question, Tang Qian seemed to be in a daze, and replied after a long while: "Um, if I'm going back to fellow Taoist, I'm still [-]% behind my elder brother."

Tang Qian's answer made Shen Chi a little disappointed. He looked back and didn't see Tang Wan, "Where's your brother?"

Tang Qianqian touched his head with a smile, "Just after the first round of the competition, he hastily packed his luggage and left the Fuzong with Erhu. Before he left, he left a word for me to tell my friends."

"Please say."

"He said, Tang Wan is not good at learning, so he must practice hard when he goes back this time, and he will ask fellow Taoists for advice when he finishes his studies some other day." After finishing speaking, Tang Qian hurriedly left without waiting for Shen Chi's answer, as if It was like someone was chasing after him, and he left the square in a short while.

Yun Rao stared dumbfounded at the beast-controlling cultivator who seemed to be running away, "Little uncle, this is..."

Shen Chi blinked, "Maybe it's because I'm afraid that I'll ask him to compete." This kind of knowledge depends on people's minds, but it's better than his elder brother.

"This person is also at the late stage of Jindan, and it's just a sparring, what are you afraid of?" Yun Rao didn't doubt what Shen Chi said, snorted, and cast a contemptuous glance at Tang Qian's back.

Tang Qianji was far away, and finally heaved a sigh of relief. He stroked his chest and said in a low voice: "Brother, I have brought your words with me, don't keep urging me every day. Tsk tsk, look at your miserable situation last time, it's a good thing brother I run fast, otherwise it will be a disaster if he says that the sparring that you owe him falls on me."

In the first round of the competition, Shen Chi defeated one of the strongest Jindan late-stage cultivators of the Yu Beast Sect with his early Golden Core cultivation base, which left a deep impression on the cultivators. In addition, Shen Chi always wore a mask, He never showed his true face, which made people speculate even more. Although there were good and bad, it did not hinder everyone's anticipation for his next match.

However, compared to Shen Chi's exciting first round of leapfrogging, the second round was much more dull.

Standing opposite Shen Chi was a casual cultivator at the early stage of Golden Core. After the two saluted, each of them drew their swords. Hearing a wail, the casual cultivator fell off the stage by himself.

The quick end of the battle caught all the cultivators off guard, and it took a while to come back to their senses, and cheered loudly for Shen Chi who was walking down the steps.

"Hmph! It's ridiculous that the number one sect bullies a loose cultivator and still has to applaud like this."

A cold snort was mixed with the cheers, the man didn't lower his voice, and everyone's eyes moved from Shen Chi to the man.

It was a loose cultivator dressed in brocade attire, who was supporting the casual cultivator who had just been knocked down by Shen Chi at the moment. He seemed unaware of the eyes of everyone, but when he found Shen Chi looking over, his eyes were fiercely gouged out to Shen Chi, "What are you looking at? Have you never seen a handsome cultivator like me?"

Shen Chi paused, seemed a little puzzled, turned his head and asked: "The Cultivator Conference is a place for exchanging Taoism. I will compete with him in the order of signing, so why are you bullying? If you are not fair, you don't have to come to participate." Yes. Besides, your appearance is nothing more than ordinary, what about He Junmei?"

At this time, all the cultivators came back to their senses, and then they burst out laughing wildly. This person has a long face, wide nose, small eyes and big mouth, and his ugly expression. He is extremely ugly. It is extremely ridiculous to speak so brazenly, Shen Chi said. His ordinary appearance is a bit overrated.

"What are you laughing at?" The cultivator's face turned red, he couldn't help taking a step forward, pointing at Shen Chi from embarrassment, and said: "This kid never shows his true colors to others, I think he is ugly!"

"Bah! It's none of your business what my little uncle looks like? I won't go back and take a picture of her piss, half of my little uncle's face is better than your ugly appearance!" Yun Rao put her hands on her hips, and her face was red.

Yun Rao was already extremely beautiful, but when she was angry, she was even more glamorous. All the cultivators stared at her intently, and then remembered what she said, and turned to Shen Chi.

The jaw line is perfect, the lip line is perfect, and the lip shape can't pick out the slightest flaw, and then there is a cold silver mask.

All the cultivators looked and looked at Yun Rao for a long time, casting condemning gazes, all of them said, "There is no face at all!"

Yun Rao was confused, and was about to ask a question, but was stopped by Shen Chi, Yun Rao hurriedly stood obediently behind Shen Chi, as if it wasn't her who was grabbing his sleeves to beat someone just now.

Shen Chi turned to the casual cultivator whose face turned blue from anger, "Fellow Daoist, if you have any objections to my strength, I'm waiting for your advice." Then he looked around, "So do you all. Then I will bid farewell today."

None of the cultivators said anything, they turned sideways to make way for Shen Chi, and he left straight away.

The provocative cultivator heard Shen Chi's words of advice, and his face turned pale again. His cultivation level is not as good as today's casual cultivator who fought against Shen Chi, and he just wanted to use his tongue quickly , Wouldn’t it be asking for trouble if you went there?After Shen Chi left, he also sneaked out of the crowd in desperation and left.

There was silence for a while, and the cultivators who had not yet left around the stage became lively again.

"In my opinion, masks are used to cover up ugliness, that kid must not look good..."

"I hold the opposite opinion with this fellow daoist..."

……

Everyone held their own opinions and refused to give in to each other. In the end, there was no result of the discussion, but they did not dare to touch Shen Chi because of Cheng Jianzong's prestige.

After this commotion, Shen Chi was widely rumored among the cultivators, but most of them focused on his appearance rather than his strength.

Hearing the result, Shen Chi's face was not very good-looking, "The purpose of our cultivators in this life should be to practice hard to prove the Dao, why do they value appearance so much?" Then he turned to Mingtang, "Besides, Elder Mingtang clearly said that if I Putting on the mask, no one will pay attention to my appearance."

Elder Mingtang, who was leisurely sitting on the stone bench in Shenchi's small courtyard, froze when asked. He actually choked on the tea in his throat, coughed several times, and the tea splashed all over the floor. It took a while to calm down, "Ahem, little nephew, have you ever heard the old saying that beauty is delicious?"

Shen Chi paused for a while, but he didn't understand, and said: "How can this be the same?"

"Although we cultivators don't need to eat the whole grains, spiritual energy and the like are indispensable. You can compare them to meals, and you will understand." As if afraid of Shen Chi's questioning again, Elder Mingtang slammed Standing up, "Since Wuhuo disciple has not left the customs, I will come again next time. Today I have an appointment with an old friend for a drink, so I will take my leave first. See you again, little nephew."

Elder Yan Bi Mingtang had disappeared, Shen Chi pondered for a moment, and said softly: "Ridiculous."

"What absurdity?"

A word came from behind, Shen Chi turned around, but he was not surprised, he only said: "Brother, you are out of customs."

"Well," Shen Wuhuo glanced at the tea sprayed by Elder Mingtang on the ground, and asked again: "Is the competition going well?"

"Knock knock."

At this moment, there was a rhythmic knock on the courtyard door.

Shen Chi was about to open the door, but saw Shen Wuhuo stepping forward to stop him and open the door.

Standing outside the door was the elder Wu Wang who held the Talisman Sect. Compared with the appearance Shen Chi saw a few days ago, Wu Wang seemed to be a little older, with a sad face, and it was Shen Wuhuo who opened the door. Liang, then with guilt on his face, "No, no doubt, can I come in?"

Shen Wuhuo's face turned cold, "No." Then the door was closed with a loud noise.

Elder Wuwang was rejected, but he was not annoyed, and knocked on the door a few more times, "Wuhuo, uncle is wrong, uncle shouldn't entrust you to others, uncle doesn't want to either, your parents left early, we Back then, when the lifespan was about to expire, I was really powerless, so I had to do this, so please forgive my uncle."

After Shen Wuhuo listened coldly, he made a gesture to block the sound outside the door, and turned back to the courtyard.

"Brother's uncle?" Shen Chi asked.

"It's just an insignificant person, Xiaochi doesn't need to care about it." Shen Wuhuo sat down on the stone bench, and said: "He came to me after the last match, and his words were the same as before."

"Brother, do you believe me?" In the original plot, Shen Wuhuo didn't know that he was not from the Shen family, but Shen Chi was very curious about his attitude.

Shen Wuhuo asked back: "Xiao Chi can believe what he said?"

Shen Chi pondered for a while, then raised his head and said: "If he is really the eldest brother's uncle, then wouldn't the eldest brother not be from the Shen family?"

Shen Wuhuo didn't answer, and was silent for a moment, "Does Xiaochi care that I'm not from the Shen family?"

Hearing this, Shen Chi was startled, and looked up at Shen Wuhuo, only to see that he was staring at him scorchingly, cleared his throat and said, "No matter what, the big brother is my big brother!"

The young man's voice was clear, and there seemed to be a fleeting light in Shen Wuhuo's eyes.

The author has something to say: Little Theater

Author: Aren't you afraid that Xiaochi lied to you?

Wuhuo: I also like to hear Xiaochi tell lies.