How the Blackened Male Lead Was Made

Looking at his face, he stretched out his hand and rubbed his head, and said through voice transmission: "It's okay, it's okay to reveal the cultivation base of Jindanqi."

Relying on his Nascent Soul cultivation base and Yan Haorui to protect him, Jiang Lin bravely transmitted his voice, and for the first time he was not afraid of his voice being exposed, "But we haven't survived the catastrophe since we came here."

Yan Haorui rolled his eyes, "The national teacher is afraid that we are too talented and will be envied by others, and warned us to hide our strength."

Although it's a bit unreasonable - like pushing everything to the national teacher - but I have to say that Jiang Lin is really relieved...

The two of them were distracted here, when Qingqing suddenly interjected, "You brothers have a very good relationship, I see you get tired of being together every day."

Jiang Lin laughed awkwardly, "It's okay."

Qingqing showed a somewhat lonely expression, "I haven't seen my family since I was born."

Jiang Lin: ...What's the situation?

Seeing Jiang Lin's expression was a bit at a loss, Qing Qing smiled and said, "Why are you telling me this, I just feel a little emotional all of a sudden, Junior Brother, don't be offended."

Jiang Lin shook his head quickly, "How could it be, how could it be."

It suddenly occurred to him that if they wanted to win the Fasui Pill, it would be equivalent to grabbing Qing Qing's item, which should have been prepared for him.

It would have been great if I had only used one scripture-cleaning pill back then, so at least one was left for someone...

Seeing a few juniors having a good chat, the headman above couldn't help interjecting kindly, "Qingshan, Qingyu, do you have the habit of living on the mountain recently?"

The two nodded at the same time, "Thank you, Master, for your concern, it's very good."

The headman nodded in satisfaction, "I was afraid that you would be spoiled in the palace and not used to living in a poor place. It's okay, it's okay. A cultivator must have your kind of mind."

Jiang Lin blushed a little from his praise.

The head of the sect stroked his beard, "You don't need to win the first place this time, as long as you make a name for yourself among the disciples in the foundation establishment period."

A Nascent Soul cultivator at the main peak next to him couldn't stand it any longer, "Brother Sect Master, you are too confident."

The head of the sect laughed very meanly, "That's right, the apprentice I accepted, how could it be so bad."

Then the few bigwigs above began to hurt each other, most of them focused on the head, and there were a few loyal supporters who were obviously the head, arguing with others with great vitality.

On the contrary, the Sect Leader had nothing to say in the end, so he gave a special feigned sigh and looked towards the stands.

Jiang Lin watched the whole process, almost laughing, glanced out of the corner of his eyes, and found that Qingqing was also smiling, but she didn't dare to speak out clearly, but it was obvious that she was holding back her laughter.

Jiang Lin shook his head, Zongzong was really energetic this day.

Jiang Lin, Yan Haorui and all the big bosses of Tianzongzong sat in the stands for two days. On the third day, because there was a competition, they didn't play tricks on the top.

Jiang Lin was a little nervous. Although he practiced very hard, it was undeniable that he was always protected by Yan Haorui and had never fought with anyone.

But apart from nervousness, there is also excitement. After all, they are all men. Competing with others in real life, as long as they don't kill people, is more enjoyable than playing in the game.

Yan Haorui kept an expressionless expression on his face, and from time to time he gave Jiang Lin the best of luck, "Don't worry."

Jiang Lin's face was numb, "I'm not worried, I can't possibly get hurt anyway."

Yan Haorui smiled lowly, "Yes, yes."

Jiang Lin glared at him, "Don't laugh! Hold back if you want to laugh!"

Yan Haorui nodded hastily, "Well, don't laugh, I will play first in a while. It is said that I can only see my opponent after I play."

Jiang Lin felt that his hands were a little cold, "What if he is a cultivator at the Golden Core stage?"

Yan Haorui looked indifferent, "Then I will reveal some of my cultivation."

Jiang Lin nodded, "Don't hurt anyone."

Yan Haorui laughed again, "I know, I have no enmity with them, why hurt people?"

Jiang Lin glanced at him with disbelief, but he didn't refute.

Almost the entire Tianzong sect gathered on the platform of the Shanmen Dabi—except for those old monsters in the tribulation period.

There are at least tens of thousands of people in the whole venue, and the voices are so loud that the atmosphere is extremely heated.

Suddenly the gong on the stage rang, "In the next match, one of the contestants will be Qingshan."

Jiang Lin didn't realize for a second that Qingshan was referring to Yan Haorui, and he had no sense of belonging to this name.But after reacting, his heart suddenly lifted, and he felt that the time was extremely long.

There was also an uproar in the arena. Everyone knew that Zhushan had taken in two young apprentices not long ago, and one of them seemed to be named Yan Haorui.

Many people are very curious about these two little apprentices, and it is not surprising to see them appearing now, causing such a sensation.

Jiang Lin didn't have the heart to think about those things, because he was all focused on waiting for the next name——

"The other contestant is Qingqing."

The sound of the audience stopped abruptly.

Even the head of the sect's expression became bitter, and the people around showed gloating expressions.

Let you be embarrassed, the two disciples bumped into each other.It's still a knockout round. If another of your little disciples also bumps into a Golden Core practitioner, it will be fun.

The whole audience was waiting for Yan Haorui to admit defeat, even Qing Qing's expression froze for a moment, she smiled wryly at Yan Haorui.

While the audience was waiting for Yan Haorui to speak, Yan Haorui spoke, and what he said shocked the audience, "Brother, please advise."

He poured his true energy into his voice, spreading it across the audience.Everyone on the field was in amazement, no one paid attention, only those with high cultivation frowned, as if they had noticed something.

——He actually wants to fight!That is a cultivator at the golden core stage!Could it be that he hasn't seen a cultivator at the Golden Core stage, and thought he could give it a go? !

Even the Nascent Soul practitioners in the stands put away their expressions of gloating, as if they were waiting for the master to stop them.

But the master didn't say anything.

Qingqing said helplessly, "Junior brother, there is no need for this match at all. You can't even catch one move from me."

Yan Haorui showed a smile and insisted: "Brother, please advise."

Qingqing let out a long breath, and said with a serious expression, "I will try not to hurt you."

Yan Haorui nodded and returned to his expressionless face, "Thank you, senior brother."

After hearing Qing Qing's words, he actually found it quite ridiculous, but he knew that Jiang Lin still liked this person, so he respected her a little bit.

He doesn't have any special views on people other than Jiang Lin, most of them are not worthy of his attention, and so is Qing Qing.

But since Jiang Lin still approves of this person—yes, he approves, not likes, Jiang Lin can only like him—he should be more lenient.

The noise resumed on the field, but Jiang Lin didn't care about it. He concentrated on Yan Haorui and squeezed his hands tightly.

Yan Haorui seemed to feel Jiang Lin's wholehearted gaze on him, the corner of his mouth was raised two points, and he walked forward.

Every step he took, his aura increased by two points, and every point he took made him appear taller.

Everyone on the stage looked at him in surprise, surprised that he could raise his aura in a short time, and even some female cultivators blushed when they saw Yan Haorui's figure—not only handsome as a god, but also like a god at this moment. It is like a demon god who is gradually growing.

Soon, Yan Haorui's aura climbed to the peak of the Foundation Establishment Stage, and there was an uproar in the crowd. He always thought that Yan Haorui was just an ordinary Foundation Establishment Stage practitioner, but he had already reached the peak. Judging by his momentum, he would be able to advance to the Golden Core Stage soon!

Many people were very unbalanced and felt deeply jealous of Yan Haorui's cultivation speed.

— but there is no end!

Yan Haorui's momentum is still growing!

His aura is still rising!

The master and all the Nascent Soul stage practitioners stood up one after another, but the stands elsewhere suddenly fell silent—Golden Core stage practitioners!Such a young Golden Core practitioner!

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the best genius in the world!

Qingqing's expression became serious, and he saluted solemnly, "Junior Brother Qingshan, please."

At this moment, he was not talking to a junior, but an opponent of the same level.

Yan Haorui glanced at him, "Brother, please."

The two stood facing each other, waiting for the competition to begin.And the people in the stands were boiling again the moment they stood still - this will be the battle of the future generation of Tian Zongzong!

51 Fourth world (twelve)

Sensing Yan Haorui's aura, Qing Qing frowned amidst the noise.This kind of momentum has already caught up with him, and even surpassed him by two points.Coupled with the palpitations I felt when I delivered the baptism pill two days ago... Is this person really the fourth prince of the royal family of Lu Kingdom?

Qingqing lowered her eyes, "Junior brother, please."

The two stood facing each other, bowed to each other, the gong sounded again, and the two summoned their weapons at the same time, and the momentum of the confrontation grew.

The Nascent Soul Stage cultivators on the aura stand could tell that Qingqing's aura was no better than Yan Haorui's, and she couldn't even summon weapons as fast as Yan Haorui.From this point of view, if it was a life-and-death battle outside, Qing Qing would not be able to make a few moves under Yan Haorui's hands.

However, Yan Haorui was doing Qing Qing a face, he didn't embarrass him, and he didn't rush up immediately, at least it gave him a chance to buffer.

Qingqing's weapon is a flying sword that looks very ordinary, but after thinking about it, it must be the master's handicraft, and it must not be too bad.

Qingqing lowered her eyes and made a tactic in her hands, the ground of the stand immediately became uneven, and soon, many sharp and thick thorns appeared on the ground.

The speed of the ground thorn was very fast, and there was no chance for people to react. Judging by the power, it should be able to easily kill a group of foundation-building stage practitioners in seconds.

But Yan Haorui is not that kind of rookie, he flew into the air with a long gun in his arms - there are also regulations, it cannot exceed 20 meters from the competition platform - he glanced at his feet lightly, the long gun was pointed obliquely at the ground, no spells were useless