When the villain picks up the script

Thinking that it was Zhao Feng's party that would never end, Xiao Jing opened his eyes impatiently, but as soon as he opened his eyes, the expression on his face changed instantly, he covered his broken arm covertly, turned his head and said : "Master... Master, you... why are you here? It's useless to be a disciple, and you were injured by an outer disciple who was concentrating."

Actually, Wen Qinglan didn't want to come, because he just broke his arm, and he didn't lose his life. Besides, taking Xiao Jing out was already his biggest tolerance, and it would definitely be a big deal if he wanted to act like a teacher, kindness and filial piety. Disgusting.

However, there is something called the system’s daily tasks. He can’t do it unless he comes. Wen Qinglan threw a small bottle into Xiao Jing’s arms with a cold face and said, “You are really useless. The previous move should be faster. Why did you hesitate in the middle?”

Xiao Jing was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and hesitated. The previous change of tactics was really a flash, but Wen Qinglan could even see it. He really deserves to be the master who has repeatedly frustrated him and entangled him for half his life.

However, Wen Qinglan only thought that Xiao Jing was afraid, and he frowned and said, "It seems that I have indeed locked you in Jingping Peak for too long, even if I have improved my cultivation level during this period, but my mood has not changed. If you hesitate at all, if you face the enemy, you still have your life, although I am an upright cultivator who must abide by the righteous way, but after all, cultivation is a struggle with heaven and earth, and the benevolence of a woman is absolutely unacceptable."

Xiao Jing raised his head and looked at Wen Qinglan in surprise. The small bottle given by the other party didn't move him at all, but this sentence made Xiao Jing's heart flutter. Is the master really teaching him seriously?

"Dick--

Raiders target: Xiao Jing

Admiration value +1, favorability +1, luck +1, intimacy +2, current favorability is 55%, luck is negative 36, please continue to work hard~"

Wen Qinglan was taken aback by the sudden sound of the strategy value, and then he didn't care anymore. Since Xiao Jing is the son of luck and cannot kill him, he will make good use of it. Although he still minds the ending in "The Legend of the Gods", but After all, it wasn't done by the current Xiao Jing, and he hasn't really experienced it, so at most it's awkwardness, not murderous intentions, and think about it, if he has a lucky person like Xiao Jing in his hands, will he repeat the same mistakes? Who in the comprehension world can stop him!

Xiao Jing laughed softly, then raised his head and said solemnly: "I will follow Master's instruction, and my disciple will definitely live up to Master's expectations."

Accustomed to Xiao Jing's weird mood changes, Wen Qinglan didn't notice anything unusual, and after a few casual instructions, he went straight back to the viewing platform.

After Wen Qinglan left, Xiao Jing did not use the medicine that Wen Qinglan brought. On the contrary, he picked up the jade bottle and sniffed it, as if he was nostalgic for the scent left by the former owner. Finally, he took the jade bottle carefully Putting it in his arms, he looked at Wen Qinglan's leaving direction and smiled.

"It seems that Junior Brother Qinglan still cares about Xiaojing very much." Seeing Wen Qinglan landed on the seat of the viewing platform, Qu Mingyang said narrowly with a smile.

Wen Qinglan glanced at Qu Mingyang noncommittally, and said lightly: "The head brother seems to be very busy. Since you care about Xiao Jing so much, how about letting him be your apprentice?"

Qu Mingyang was choked, and immediately smiled wryly and waved his hands, "Xiao Jing is a child who is determined, how can senior brother win people's love."

"This is Master Qinglan's lover? Although he is not qualified, he has a firm heart. Qinglan has a unique vision for accepting apprentices." Mu Changqing next to him also interjected with interest.

The competition of Shifang Jianzong is fast, bloody and violent. They are all disciples who use swords. The methods are not surprising, but most of them are crushed by strength, which is somewhat boring.

Mu Changqing was probably tired of watching his own disciples' struggles, so he focused on Wuwei Dao Sect, commenting on it from time to time.

"Sovereign praise." Wen Qinglan said politely, and then turned his gaze back to the arena. Seeing this, Qu Mingyang and Mu Changqing also stopped talking and looked at the arena.

At this time, Xiao Jing has returned to the arena. The disciples who saw his performance before, whose cultivation level is not as good as his, have long been afraid. Those whose cultivation level is comparable to his are not as fast as Xiao Jing's. Naturally, the spirit weapon can only be defeated. Except for Zhao Feng's stalking group, the progress of the other rounds was relatively smooth. In the end, he faced Zhao Feng as expected.

Zhao Feng stared at Xiao Jing with an ugly face: "Were you hiding your strength before?"

Xiao Jing smiled, just as Zhao Feng didn't like him, he actually hated Zhao Feng, so he maliciously said: "It's all because of the teacher's good teaching, and the supervision day and night that made me what I am today, and I even gave good medicine to heal my wounds before, if I If you don’t win, how can you be worthy of Master’s teachings.”

Sure enough, Zhao Feng's face became even uglier. He squinted his eyes and stared at Xiao Jing coldly for a long time, and finally sneered: "Trash is garbage, so what if Daoist Qinglan helps, but it's just to forcefully improve the realm. Today I will Let everyone see what kind of disgusting trash and maggot you are."

Hateful, even a garbage talent like Xiao Jing can be promoted to the integration stage in just one month. It would be great if he could be taught by the real Qinglan, but he is just a monster who doesn't know the ugly parents. Such good luck, hateful!

Xiao Jing's eyes flickered slightly, and he said with a smile on the corner of his lips: "If senior brother is defeated by a trash like me, then what should it be?"

"It's ridiculous, I've formed a top-grade golden elixir, how can I lose to you, a mere fusion period waste, accept it!" Zhao Feng shouted loudly, and the momentum of the seal with both hands skyrocketed, countless mysterious golden runes appeared all over his body , enveloping him in the center.

As Zhao Feng said, he is already a real Jindan real person, and Xiao Jing is only in the late stage of fusion, so how can he compete with Zhao Feng? Under coercion, it is also struggling to support.

Seeing that the golden runes were getting thicker and thicker, Zhao Feng opened his eyes suddenly, a golden light flashed by, he pointed with both hands, and the runes all over his body immediately flew to one place, condensed into a golden sword and shot at Xiao Jing.

Zhao Feng's aptitude is indeed good, but he has just entered the golden core stage, and he has already realized a suitable move for him. If he is in the normal late stage of fusion, he may be intimidated by his move. Unfortunately, what he is facing is that he has fallen to the state of transformation. Xiao Jing, at least for now, looking at the entire cultivation world, there is no aura that can scare Xiao Jing.

I saw Xiao Jing unhurriedly taking out a light sword from the storage bag. The sword was light and transparent with a shimmer, but the sword made people feel upright and magnanimous, like a gentleman.

Xiao Jing glanced at the light sword nostalgicly, stroked the sword body and said lightly: "This is the elegant sword bestowed by my master. Originally, I just wanted to keep it as a treasure, but after thinking about it, it is more meaningful to use the sword bestowed by the master. Thinking about it, Master should like me to use it."

"Although I'm not good at using swords, it's enough to deal with you." Holding the sword, Xiao Jing's eyes suddenly changed. The lazy eyes that ignored things became sharp and deep. Looking carefully, There was also a trace of thick blood flowing through, this kind of killing spirit made Zhao Feng's offensive stagnate, feeling that he saw a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood in an instant, a trace of panic flashed in Zhao Feng's heart.

It was just this moment of stagnation that allowed Xiao Jing to seize the opportunity. Holding the Qingya sword, he flew up and slashed directly at Zhao Feng behind the golden rune.

The Qingya sword is the sword of a gentleman. When it launches an attack, there will be a slight buzzing sound from the sword body, which is really pleasant to hear and clears the mind.

Hearing the sword chants, Zhao Feng straightened his mind and dodged Xiao Jing's attack. The golden sword turned into countless runes again, and the runes turned into thick golden chains, wrapping his head and face around Xiao Jing.

Xiao Jing was taken aback by this turn of events, he couldn't help but looked at Qing Yajian and laughed, he raised his eyes to look at the viewing platform, and thought: Master, do I have such an image in your heart?

However, his mind flashed for a while, and Zhao Feng's attack followed. The spiritual power of the Jindan stage real person is much higher than that of the fusion stage. With the golden chain pressing down, there is a mighty spiritual pressure, which is enough to make people People have an illusion of inevitability.

Xiao Jing raised his head and looked at the chains that were pressing down on his head. He could imagine that once these chains were covered, he would be caught in a net of heaven and earth, and he would never be able to escape. At this time, he had no chance of cheating. The peak masters of Wuwei Daozong all pay attention to the competition, if he reveals other powers, it will inevitably arouse suspicion.

Thinking of this, Xiao Jing no longer hesitated, but gritted his teeth to gather the spiritual power of his whole body, and rushed towards the corner of the chain.

This is a head-to-head spiritual power collision. What he blocked was Zhao Feng's unstable state just after he advanced to the golden core stage, and what blocked him was his steady and stable fusion stage spiritual power.

As Wen Qinglan said, to cultivate the truth is to fight against the sky, to fight against the earth, and to gamble with one's life. He has gambled countless times, and his luck...is not bad.

'boom--'

There was a loud noise, and the collision of two equal spiritual powers led to huge fluctuations in spiritual power. Fortunately, the arena itself has a barrier set by the powerful, and when the fluctuations of spiritual power dissipate to the edge of the arena, it becomes invisible. Feng and Xiao Jingju both flew upside down and fell from mid-air onto the competition stage.

Blood slowly flowed from the corner of Xiao Jing's lips. He suffered serious internal injuries, and Zhao Feng naturally couldn't get better. He half-lyed on the ground and stared at Xiao Jing viciously, with blood overflowing from the corner of his lips.

Xiao Jing coughed twice, wiped off the blood from the corner of his lips casually, looked at Zhao Feng with a smile and said, "How does Senior Brother Zhao feel? Doesn't it feel good to be beaten on the ground by me?"

Zhao Feng sneered twice: "Don't be too complacent, it's just a fluke."

Xiao Jing didn't care, he walked over slowly, bent down and stretched out his hands, and said, "Do you need your brother to help you up?"

Zhao Feng stared at Xiao Jing gloomyly, his eyes were flickering, he hesitated for a while, he held Xiao Jing's outstretched hand, but in the next second something happened, Zhao Feng's other hand suddenly condensed a golden rune, and smiled grinningly. Patted Xiao Jing's chest: "Go to hell!"

Xiao Jing's expression remained unchanged, he looked at Zhao Feng with pity, the sharp point of Qing Ya's sword penetrated deeply into Zhao Feng's belly, Zhao Feng's eyes widened in disbelief, the runes in his hand scattered, and he fell directly on the ground. On the playing field, in the next second, Xiao Jing leaned on his sword and knelt down half-knelt.