A Sick Beauty Daoist Couple Dressed as a Villain

Shen Qingtang never dreamed that such a crazy threat would fall on him one day.

He suddenly raised his head to look up, and met a pair of blue eyes soaked in a faint chill.

There was still a hint of a smile in those eyes, but that smile made people feel cold all over.

Just staring into those eyes for a moment, a lazy voice reached Shen Qingtang's ears again.

"Have you thought about it now?"

Shen Qingtang was silent for a moment, then said lightly via voice transmission: "But the Qingyu Sword Sect has already finished at the bottom this year."

The national teacher immediately heard Shen Qingtang's implication, and at this moment he smiled and said: "It's simple, as long as you promise me, I promise not to let Qingyu Jianzong come to the bottom."

Shen Qingtang frowned, once again smelling some danger from this sentence.

But at this time, he had no time to think too much, he couldn't implicate Qingyu Jianzong.

Anyway...he had another plan.

Thinking of this, Shen Qingtang pursed his dry lips expressionlessly, and said via voice transmission: "Okay, then I agree."

National teacher: "It's really good."

Shen Qingtang: ...

·

Originally, Shen Qingtang thought that this farce could end temporarily.

But he never expected that the national teacher is really a lunatic.

He shouldn't have agreed at all...

In the last martial arts final, Shouyangzong won the championship without any surprises.

Seeing this scene, Shen Qingtang couldn't help frowning—the national teacher didn't help the Qingyu Sword Sect, did he intend to say nothing?

But just when the referee was about to announce the result of the competition, the national teacher came down in a green shirt and landed in the center of the field. At this moment, he lazily looked at the disciple who had just won in the Shouyang Zongwu Academy, and said with a smile: " On behalf of the Qingyu Sword Sect, I will challenge you."

Shen Qingtang:? ? ?

Everyone: ? ? ?

The sword cultivator at the ninth floor of the Shouyang Sect didn't know what he was about to encounter. He only thought that the national teacher was the prince's darling, and it was too nonsense. go."

Everyone also started discussing, feeling that Gong Mingze, the male favorite, was too messy, and dared to do such a thing on such a serious occasion.

What's rare is that even after seeing the state teacher acting like this, Gong Mingze never made a sound, and didn't even have the slightest intention to stop it.

It was the elder who presided over the competition from Shouyangzong who couldn't stand it any longer, jumped down, and stretched out his hand, trying to grab the national teacher and drive the national teacher out of the field.

But he didn't expect that when he stretched his grasp towards the national teacher, the spiritual power would be melted away silently like a mud cow entering the sea.

A trace of cold sweat broke out on the elder's vest, and he finally realized that something was wrong. He turned around and wanted to leave, but met the head of the national teacher who turned quietly.

There was a mocking sneer hidden in the emerald green eyes of the national teacher, he didn't even raise his hand, and just held the elder in the air not far away.

The emerald green aura slowly circulated.

When seeing this scene, all the monks were stunned, and there was no sound in the field.

They finally realized that this is not a male favorite at all!

The national teacher raised his head, stared coldly at the elder whose face was covered with cold sweat for a moment, opened his thin lips slightly, and spoke out a word lightly.

"roll!"

When the word was uttered, a powerful spiritual force swept along with the wind.

Suddenly, the elder who was parked in the air was thrown out!

With a muffled bang, the elder bumped into the mountain wall not far away, smashing a boulder!

When he hurriedly landed and stood still, a little blood had already overflowed from his lips, obviously he had suffered an internal injury.

Seeing this scene, everyone was in an uproar!Many disciples couldn't help standing up from their seats!

Shen Qingtang pursed her lips unconsciously.

That elder is a Nascent Soul!

Just when many elders of the Shouyang Sect saw this scene and were about to make a move, Gong Mingze finally spoke quietly.

"The national teacher finally came here, so don't joke with everyone."

When Gong Mingze said these words, the already indignant audience felt as if a pot of hot oil had been poured on it, and it completely boiled over!

But it was precisely because of this sentence that the elders of Shouyangzong who originally wanted to do something all shrank back.

The sword cultivator standing on the stage turned pale, and wanted to leave, but dared not.

In the eyes of everyone who was uncertain, guessing, surprised or scared, the national teacher lowered his eyelashes, smiled innocently and said: "I just want to represent Qingyu Jianzong to participate in the competition."

Everyone: ...

Finally, it was Gong Fuyu who couldn't help standing up, and said coldly: "Doesn't the national teacher know that this ranking competition is about the strength of disciples who have just entered the ranks and have not yet reached the Golden Core? Get involved?"

After listening to Gong Fuyu's words, the national teacher showed a bit of an expression of sudden realization, then he looked up at Gong Mingze who was aloof, and smiled: "Since that's the case, it happens that His Royal Highness is also here, so please trouble the Prince." Your Highness, will you change the rules of the game for me?"

Gong Mingze remained silent and did not speak immediately.

The national teacher's eyebrows twitched slightly, and a coldness gradually appeared in his eyes.

In the silence, finally the head of the Shouyang Sect came out slowly. He looked at the slender figure standing like a devil standing under the stage, and said in a deep voice: "Our disciples of the Shouyang Sect How can it be compared with the national teacher, the No.1 national teacher deserves it, we admit defeat in this game."

The sword cultivator disciple who had been standing trembling behind the national teacher also woke up from a dream. At this moment, he cupped his hands and said: "That's right, this junior is not as skilled as others, so he is willing to admit defeat."

"Willing to admit defeat?" The national teacher glanced at the sword repair disciple lightly.

The sword cultivator felt cold all over his body, and stammered, "Yes, I am willing to admit defeat."

"Trash, get out." A trace of disgust flashed in the eyes of the national teacher.

The corner of the sword cultivator's lips twitched, and while stepping back, he still said submissively: "Senior taught me the lesson."

Looking at this scene, Shen Qingtang felt suddenly relieved.

He just felt that the national teacher's murderous intentions had already started. If the head of the Shouyang Sect did not show up and this disciple refused to admit defeat, the national teacher might have killed the disciple to vent his anger.

Is this person really so lawless who regards human life as worthless?

When Shouyangzong conceded defeat, the national teacher raised his head again, looked at the referee, and said, "Which rank is Qingyu Jianzong now?"

As if waking up from a dream, the referee hastily reached out trembling and took out the ranking book, and recalculated.

After the calculation, the referee hesitated and said: "The Qingyu Sword Sect... seems to be ranked second?"

The national teacher's complexion did not change, and he said: "That means you are not at the bottom."

The referee laughed awkwardly: "Yes, I don't know the national teacher—"

But before he finished speaking, the national teacher turned his head to look at Shen Qingtang who was sitting in the audience, and smiled: "Good apprentice, your master has helped you a lot, so hurry up and come to see your master. "

At this moment, everyone's eyes turned to Shen Qingtang again, full of doubts and strangeness.

Gong Fuyu even wanted to get up straight, but Shen Qingtang took a quiet look.

Shen Qingtang sent a voice transmission to Gong Fuyu and said: "Master, sit down, the national teacher said, if I don't worship him, there will be no peace in the Qingyu Sword Sect in the future."

Gong Fuyu's expression changed suddenly.

Then he gritted his teeth and didn't move.

At this moment, Shen Qingtang got up very calmly, walked slowly towards the stage, and walked towards the national teacher.

No one dared to speak in the arena, and there was a dead silence.

Seeing it, Shen Qingtang had already walked in front of the national teacher, and was about to silently bow down.

The national teacher smiled in satisfaction, and stretched out his hand to pull Shen Qingtang up, but just at this moment, a rocket with blazing flames, wrapped in thunder, shot directly at the national teacher's face!

A fiery red light and shadow flashed, and Shen Qingtang also fell into a familiar embrace.

"Walk."

A deep voice sounded quietly, and a warm and reassuring breath rushed over.

In an instant, the two of them moved away by several feet.

Is it Qin Yi? !Shen Qingtang couldn't help but grabbed the powerful arm in front of him.

The national teacher sneered at this moment, and had no intention of blocking the rocket at all.

Unexpectedly, the rocket pierced through the invisible barrier in front of him in the next instant and stabbed at his chest!

The national teacher's pupils shrank, and only then did he realize a little danger, and he raised his hand suddenly and grabbed the rocket!

The rocket's momentum was abruptly stopped.

The flame suddenly extinguished, and drops of blood dripped from the palm of the national teacher, but the national teacher raised his eyes slightly at this moment, licked the blood in his palm, and then he smiled.

The smile was extremely weird and cold.

A cold aura was suddenly released, bringing pressure and terror that enveloped the audience, making all the monks unable to move.

"There is actually a little evil cultivator here."

Qin Yi's retreat was blocked, but he was not afraid at all. He quickly drew a teleportation spell in the air with his fingers - the spell he just learned from Cui Yongsi this morning, he is not very familiar with it, otherwise it would be convenient He had already fled away with Shen Qingtang.

Seeing that a rift in space was about to be opened, Qin Yi's fingers suddenly froze.

He was held there by an invisible force, unable to move.

The national teacher just looked at him from a distance, with a weird smile on his lips.

Gradually, Qin Yi's pressure became heavier and heavier.

Getting heavier and heavier.

The corners of his lips began to bleed.

Shen Qingtang leaned against Qin Yi's arms, and was also immobilized by the overwhelming coercion. He just kept his eyes open, watching the blood dripping from the corner of Qin Yi's lips congeal into blood lines, and his eyes turned red little by little.

Qin Yi also lowered his head and looked at him quietly, but his expression was inexplicably gentle.

The national teacher looked at the appearance of the two, and his eyes became more and more cold.

The coercion poured down again!

Qin Yi's head dropped suddenly, he coughed out a mouthful of blood, and then under the watchful eyes of everyone, his clothes began to tear strangely.

A dorsal fin sprouted from his back, and scales sprouted from his face.

All the monks who saw this scene were shocked.

Including Gong Fuyu and Li Changfeng.

They all wanted to do something, but the coercion seemed to form a hood, people inside couldn't get out and couldn't move, and people outside couldn't get in at all!

He could only watch Qin Yi being tortured by the national teacher.

Seeing Qin Yi's golden dorsal fin, the national teacher's eyes suddenly showed a bit of madness and greed.

This kid, at least has unicorn or half-dragon blood, I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it...

It was discovered by him here.