Senior Sister is always preventing me from being the villain

When Bai Fanfan saw Elder Qu Lin again, it had been several days since the incident of the senior sister's dream.For the past few days, all the sects of Juechen Mountain have been extremely busy with the approaching Wanzong Kendo Conference, and Qu Lin will naturally not let go of his only second disciple.

Rumor has it that the Xiaomen faction often fights for a few places in the competition, but Juechen Mountain has the name of the Eastern Continent faction after all, so the martial arts arena is naturally amicable.

In previous years, the participating disciples were all judged by internal competitions, and no one had a second opinion.Compared with the bustle of other mountain gates, Qu Lin's gate was as quiet as ever.

At that time, on the martial arts arena in front of the main hall, a thin little girl was half kneeling on the ground, holding a wooden sword to stabilize her figure.She panted heavily, her tired, wolf-like gaze skipped over the criss-crossed bodies of goblins on the field, and looked at the gilded chair on the high place.

Elder Qu Lin was leaning on the handle of the chair, and his gaze poured out from her half-closed eyes, looking lazy and sleepy.After a long time, with a soft tut, the woman in the flamboyant Taoist robe straightened up, with a sullen expression on her face: "Is this the result of your three months of practice?"

Bai Fanfan was silent, the heavy panting made her unable to speak at the moment, and the sweat dripping from her forehead also showed how dangerous the threat she had just experienced.

Seeing her bowing her head and remaining silent, Qu Lin ran out of patience: "You have reached Nascent Soul now, but you can even deal with hundreds of goblins under your master's seat so hard, tell me...how can you deal with the people from the swordsmanship meeting?" A monk from all over the world?"

Bai Fanfan finally took a breather. She stared straight at the woman in the Taoist robe, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and lowered her head respectfully: "What the master taught is that the disciples are stupid and fail to understand the profound meaning of cultivation. I hope the master can give some advice. One or two."

"The so-called practice means that mortals rely on external objects and gather the spirits of heaven and earth to improve their realm, so that they can ascend to the ninth level after cultivation. Your current realm can be mentioned to the world, but don't forget the Wanzong Sword Association, what you want The weakest cultivator you are facing is Nascent Soul, how do you plan to deal with them?"

The surrounding fell into silence for a while, seeing that the junior sister had no tendency to refute, Jian Gu, who was watching the battle, immediately came to her side, bowed his knees and saluted: "Master, to break through the Nascent Soul in just three months, junior sister has already done her best..."

"How did she break through the Nascent Soul, you don't know?" Qu Lin's stern words interrupted him suddenly, "I gave her the best pill in Juechen Mountain, if you still can't break through the Nascent Soul, then It is incompetent and useless!"

Bai Fanfan tugged at the corner of Gu's clothes, blocking what the senior brother was going to say next, she just lowered her head, as if she didn't intend to ask: "I also know that I am not enough in practice, and I am afraid that I will lose it in the Wanzong Sword Dao Competition. The face of the master...Since this is the case, there is no doubt that the disciple will let the master speak."

After getting the answer she wanted, Qu Lin's face suddenly showed a somewhat cheerful expression. She was standing on a high place, squinting at the girl below for a moment, and suddenly showed a bit of regret: "You recruited me personally for the teacher. As a disciple of the master's school, as a master, I naturally hope that you can shine in the swordsmanship meeting... If you are a master, it is also for the sake of your future practice."

The quick change of face made the two people below speechless.

"Wanzong Sword Dao Association is naturally necessary to participate, but your practice is not enough, you must not confront others head-on... In this case, I might as well give you a treasure as a teacher."

After the words fell, the two disciples raised their heads one after another, and saw Qu Lin flicking his sleeves, a spirit ring glowing with black and gloomy light slowly hanging in front of her eyes, and the posture of a lotus flower was quietly reflected on the spirit ring: "wear Go to it, and when necessary, you can also kill it..."

The swordsmanship club has always been a friendly competition, Bai Fanfan was trying to figure out what Qu Lin meant by "killing the hand" in his words, he quietly wrapped the spirit ring in his palm, and the majestic pressure immediately restrained the movement of limbs and bones along his fingertips.

There was only a muffled groan, and Bai Fanfan held his head that was about to explode, and fell to the ground in excruciating pain, curled up and trembling.

"Master!" Shocked by this horrifying scene, Sing Gu immediately went to get the spirit ring on the fingertip of his junior sister, but before he could touch it, he was rushed away by a powerful coercion.He looked puzzled and eagerly at the woman with a cold face on the height, and after only a moment, the trembling little girl beside him gradually calmed down.

She fell sideways on the ground, staring at the spirit ring on her fingertips with tired and weak eyes. It took a long time to support her body and straighten up: "Disciple... Thank you, Master, for your kindness."

"This is the killer weapon given to you by the teacher. Remember, on the field, it doesn't matter whether it is right or wrong, only the result..."

She fell to the ground in pain just now, the familiar inner demon oppression and deceitful aura made her unable to breathe, the memory of the inner demon that she encountered in the training room back then flooded into her mind like a tide.

Thinking about it, the master led the Rakshasa in the training room to the spirit ring, and asked him to help him in his kendo competition.

During the relationship in March, she already knew Raksha's behavior style. He didn't know what kindness was, but he only knew that everything in the world could be devoured and destroyed by him... Knowing this, Bai Fanfan knew that if it wasn't a critical moment, everything would be lost. Don't summon Rakshasa to help.

After all, such an ominous thing has now become a tacit secret among the three of Qu Linmen's disciples—the Rakshasa, which must not be known to others in Juechen Mountain.

"That's it for today. Next, practice hard with your senior brother. I'm tired of being a teacher. I plan to go back and rest..." After finishing speaking, Qu Lin waved his fly whisk, and the "corpses" of goblins scattered all over the martial arts field were injected After the spiritual power trembled all over, they opened their eyes.

These goblins, who had made her almost irresistible earlier, came back to life.While bouncing around, he completely forgot the scene where he was cornered with red eyes just now.

When Qu Lin left, most of the goblins had left. Sing Gu finally looked at the patrolling goblins in twos and threes around him, his face tensed like a string: "What did you find?"

"Brother is talking about this spirit ring?" Bai Fanfan didn't intend to hide it, "The spirit ring is Rakshasa, presumably the master is worried about my cultivation, wants me to wear it, and tries his best to win the competition... "

"That's not what I'm talking about." Sing Gu snapped his fingers, seeing the goblins patrolling and watching all around stopped still, and then lowered his voice, "I'm talking about Master, have you noticed any difference?"

"Liao Jie doesn't know what the senior brother means... What's the difference between the master's hard work for the disciple?" She didn't change her face, with a sly smile on her lips. Seeing that Misting Gu was cold, she waved her hand and smiled lightly. He said, "Okay, okay, don't joke with senior brother... If it is different, I did find something, but after all, I haven't spent much time with Master, and the reason is hard to understand."

Although she seldom had direct contact with Elder Qu Lin in the past three months, every time she saw him, she would notice some unnoticeable changes in the elder's body. The master's proud skin was clearly unchanged, but the aura around her was wild or restrained. , it is unpredictable for a while.

Bai Fanfan joked: "Perhaps it's because Master encountered obstacles in his retreat and practice, that's why his thoughts were confused and he was so anxious..."

The two looked at each other and smiled, then turned the matter over.

The Wanzong swordsmanship meeting is coming soon, and the two of them have been practicing day and night. Since the last time they helped the senior sister leave the dreamland, the magic weapon given to her by Elder Qingxuan has indeed exerted a lot of effects.

The time in the gossip disk does not stop, but as an outsider, the growth of this body cannot be stopped. She once retreated in the secret realm of the gossip disk for half a year. It jumped up a lot, which almost aroused the suspicion of miserly.

Since then, she did not dare to practice for too long in the Bagua tray, and she could not expose the truth of her growing cultivation.So much so that when she faced hundreds of goblins in the martial arts arena, she had no choice but to pretend that she had taken all the pills and cultivated a vain appearance, in order not to expose the fact that she had obtained other people's secret treasures in front of Qu Lin and Sing Gu.

Fortunately, they didn't doubt it, and even asked him to wear a spiritual ring.

Ring...

Bai Fanfan stared at the shiny black jade ring on his fingertips, and suddenly chuckled.Qu Lin has never done anything without asking the reason. As for why she was made to wear the spirit ring, apart from winning the match by all means, it seems that some other secrets are breaking out.

How does an elder with no background, few disciples, and eccentric temperament manage to gain a firm foothold in Juechen Mountain so that everyone dare not refute it? Is the purpose of the master really as the brother said, to become the head of Juechen Mountain... She It seemed that he was getting closer to the truth.

It's just that she didn't have time to think and understand the truth, and the day to rush to the Wanzong Sword Association arrived as scheduled.

This year's kendo meeting was held in Shuzhou, and Juechen Mountain ordered a huge spiritual ship early in the morning to transport the disciples of various sects to Shuzhou.Xu Shi had benefited from the guidance of Mo Rushui in Qinshan and had seen the spirit ship of the Haiya Society, so that when Bai Fanfan saw the majestic spirit ship at the foot of Juechen Mountain, he felt a little less joyful and excited in his heart.

Behind him is Juechen Mountain, where cranes are contending, springs are pouring, and green hills are rolling. In front of him, the spirit boat is floating, and the sky is covered with darkness, which is indeed a bit magnificent.

In the ear, disciples from various sects were chatting with each other lively, among the eager crowd, only Bai Fanfan and Sing Gu stood in a quiet corner, no one approached.

Even though the elders are not showing up in the wing room now, everyone still knows that these two are the disciples of the elder Qu Lin, one of them was beaten by a lesson for provoking the elder sister in the martial arts meeting, and the other is Qu Linsheng who was born with his own body. The secret realm genius that Elder Cangqian took from him.

It's just that this day he has been under Qu Lin's command for three months, I'm afraid it's hard to tell the difference between ingenuity and miserliness now.

Bai Fanfan didn't know how everyone looked at her after the eyes fell on her at this moment, and she didn't care.

Scanning the crowd, Gu Zi probed towards the familiar figure, but he did not see it after searching for a long time.Looking around, he quietly met a pair of eyes full of worry and hesitation.

It was Han Ying.

Han Ying stood at the other corner not far away, looking over the crowd.He seemed to be hesitating whether he should go up to greet him, but he was persuaded by everyone's eyes with different expressions. After a long time, he silently sighed for his cowardice.