Both the hero and the villain are my cubs [Transmigration Book]

In an instant, the hall became silent.

No one knew that Ji Ying said "admiration" on the surface, but in fact she was disdainful, and this sentence was a slap in the face to Ling Zixi.

Bai Moheng stood by Ling Zixi's side, and the icy pressure was pressing towards Ji Ying like a mighty force. Ji Ying tried hard to hold it back, but instantly collapsed under Bai Moheng's pressure, with a sarcastic expression It fell apart, his face was pale, his hands were trembling, and the wine glass almost fell to the ground.

Ji Ying even felt that her legs were a little weak, and she prostrated herself on the ground under the coercion of Bai Moheng.

Seeing this, Ji Chang naturally couldn't let his fellow disciples suffer, so he quickly released his spiritual sense to counter Bai Moheng.

For a moment, except for Ling Zixi, who was deliberately protected by Bai Moheng, as well as the masters, elders and other powerful people present, everyone felt the indescribable coercion. He bent over, and even Xiantong couldn't bear it, so he knelt on the spot.

Ji Ying felt the help from senior brother Ji Chang, and the pressure from the cold eased a little, and she was overjoyed. However, before he could open his mouth, the pressure like a polar glacier came again. Ji Chang couldn't resist Bai Moheng. Regardless of the coercion, he spit out a mouthful of blood on the spot.

Ji Ying was protected by Ji Chang. Although she didn't vomit blood, she was sweating profusely.

The face of the head teacher of Qingyu Cult suddenly became not very good.

Ji Chang and Ji Ying were his favorite disciples, and his favorite disciples were suppressed so much at the Banquet of Ten Thousand Immortals, no matter what, they didn't give him face as the head of Qingyu Sect.

Daoist Ninghui, Bai Moheng's master, touched his white beard, his expression was not obvious, but his eyes were full of admiration. Mo Heng's actions showed that they had successors to the Wuxu Sect, and they were the ones who looked forward to it.

Unexpectedly, a Ling Zixi was able to bring out a secret competition among elite disciples, which virtually established Wuxu Sect's position among the sects.

Although Mo Heng's actions drew the hatred of the Qingyu Cult, it didn't matter, Taoist Ninghui was not a vegetarian, and he could still afford this little hatred.

The head teachers of other sects watched the excitement with an attitude of having nothing to do with themselves. However, these powerful people secretly had a very high evaluation of Bai Moheng in their hearts, although Bai Moheng's coercion would not affect them , but the refreshing chill made them feel cold in their hearts.

The afterlife is terrifying!

All the big shots cast envious glances at Taoist Ninghui.

It is also a blessing to have such an outstanding personal disciple.

Taoist Ninghui squinted his eyes, and he was very pleased. Looking at Ling Zixi who attracted Bai Moheng to show his strength, he also felt a little satisfied.

Ran Rongche was very happy to see Ji Ying stand up.Because it was Ran Rongche's idea to make Jiying deal with Ling Zixi.

Ran Rongche deliberately approached Ji Chang, pretended to mention Ling Zixi casually, and smeared Ling Zixi from beginning to end, from childhood to adulthood.

Ji Ying, who was very close to Ji Chang and still young, naturally listened to these words and was filled with righteous indignation.

For Ran Rongche, who is good at playing tricks on people's hearts, it is easy to provoke Ji Ying's anger. A few words make Ji Ying insist on making Ling Zixi look good. That scene with Siri.

And Ji Ying originally had an appointment with Bai Xiaoli to fight, but now she has provoked Ling Zixi in public, so Ran Rongche naturally expected it.

Ran Rongche even forgot Ling Zixi and Bai Moheng's unhappiness in receiving guests together, and drank a whole cup of spiritual tea.

Bai Xiaoli stood up from a distance from the banquet, looked in his father's direction, and wanted to help his father out.

Bai Moheng was also ready to open his mouth to reject this obvious provocation for Ling Zixi.

However, Ling Zixi gently pushed Bai Moheng's arm away, and under the eyes of all eyes, said lightly, "Okay."

"Then please give me your advice."

After Ling Zixi finished speaking, everyone was stunned.

Ling Zixi's pair of phoenix eyes shone dimly under the reflection of the spirit beads dotted in the hall.

Beautiful and charming.

Clear and inviting.

Ling Zixi answered so easily, as if he had the winning ticket in his hands, and he was able to handle it with ease.

Such Ling Zixi is very confident, just standing there, she is dazzling and eye-catching.

Many people who had ignored Ling Zixi before were also attracted by Ling Zixi's demeanor.

Ran Rongche was sitting at the side touching his teacup, smiling very subtly, not afraid that you would agree, but afraid that you should not.

Ling Zixi, since you took the initiative to accept the challenge, don't blame me for letting Ji Ying win.

Ran Rongche decided to try his best to give Ji Ying exercises, pills, talismans and magic tools to help him win this battle with all his strength.

As for Wuxu Sect's loss, what should we do?This is not as important as Ling Zixi falling into the dust.

Ran Rongche knows Ling Zixi's cultivation level very well.

Ran Rongche couldn't help the smile on his lips as he imagined Ling Zixi being knocked down by Ji Ying within a few strokes, looking embarrassed and embarrassing.

Bai Moheng looked back at Ling Zixi who took the initiative to fight, and wanted to stop him, but seeing the calmness and firmness in Ling Zixi's eyes, he swallowed the words that came to his lips.

He respected Ling Zixi's choice.

Big deal, he tried his best to help him improve his strength.

Bai Xiaoli stood far behind the table behind Ling Zixi, the wine glass in his hand was tightly squeezed, the veins were exposed on the back of his little hand, daddy...

Feeling the elder son's gaze, Ling Zixi turned her head and smiled at Bai Xiaoli, signaling Bai Xiaoli not to worry.

The system sound rang in Ling Zixi's mind: "The mission is open: participate in the big competition, win over Ji Ying, reward: 500 mission points."

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After this period, the atmosphere in the hall returned to the previous one. All the disciples exchanged cups, and the fairy maidservant with fluttering clothes was pouring wine and serving food for the immortals. It was very lively.

All the sects exchanged their experiences together, and occasionally someone got up to discuss the Tao, and everyone benefited a lot.

Ling Zixi had been busy for a whole day, and when he returned to Fangheng Hall, it was already in the sky.

Back in his room, Ling Zixi looked at the three little foxes sleeping soundly on the bed, his heart softened, and all his fatigue was swept away.

Ling Zixi sat down by the bed and looked at the three lovely sons. Bai Xiaozhi was sleeping in a very "dignified" posture, and the snow-white little fox in his sleep crossed his front paws, very well-behaved.

Bai Xiaosi was lying on the bed, with four paws stretched out, sound asleep.

Ling Xiaoji was more skinny, lying on his back, strutting, with one paw pressing on Bai Xiaosi's fox ear, sleeping soundly.

Ling Zixi bent down and gently straightened the postures of the little foxes, took Ling Xiaoji's naughty claws away from Bai Xiaosi's ears, covered the little foxes with a small quilt, turned on the bed, hugged Sleeping with a few baby sons.

Soon came the day of the Zongmen Dabi.

Except for those who have made appointments in advance, other disciples who want to participate will draw lots to determine their opponents.

The arena was set up in the gap at the foot of Wuxu Sect's flat mountain, with viewing seats set up around it. The sect's head teachers were invited to the best viewing positions, and other disciples also entered the arena intermittently.

Hanyu hugged Ling Xiaoji, and brought Bai Xiaozhi and Bai Xiaosi to the scene. The crowd was crowded and seats were hard to find. Lingyu managed to find three remote places, and sat down with Ling Xiaoji and Zhier Sier in her arms.

"Brother Hanyu, where is daddy?" Bai Xiaosi raised his head and asked.

Ling Xiaoji was originally sucking Hanyu's neck, but he also stopped when he heard this, raised his head and blinked his big eyes to look for his father.

Han Yu stretched her neck to look, but didn't look, and said: "Maybe it's preparing in the background, Master Si, don't worry."

While several people were talking, the host in charge of Shifeng entered the stage, and said to everyone: "In the first match, Qingyu teach Ji Ying, and fight against Wuxu Sect Ling Zixi!"

In an instant, everyone was in an uproar.

I didn't expect the first game to be so explosive!

"The market is open, the market is open!" Someone shouted in the auditorium, holding a betting tray, and walking towards the crowd, "Odds 5.7!"

"Who wins at 5.7?"

"Of course it's Ling Zixi."

"Hahahahaha..."

"I crush Ji Ying!"

"Me too!"

Even some disciples of Wuxu Sect joined Ya Jiying's team after a symbolic hesitation.

Hanyu was very angry when she saw this situation, the young master is so powerful, how could he lose!

Bai Xiaozhi suddenly raised his head and tugged at Hanyu's arm.

Han Yu looked at the second son with doubts.

Bai Xiaozhi's black eyes seemed dull, and seemed to absorb all the light into them, like a mirror without waves, making it hard for people to see what the child was thinking.

Bai Xiaozhi said to Han Yu in a low voice, "All of them are pressured by Daddy."

Han Yu suddenly said: "Yes..."

That's right, Mr. Zixi will definitely win!Then they press the young master to win, and they will definitely make a lot of money!

Hanyu took out all the spirit stones on his body, and Bai Xiaozhi and Bai Xiaosi also took out ten pieces of high-quality spirit stones that Ling Zixi had given before, and under the mocking gazes of others, they all overwhelmed Ling Zixi to win.

On the viewing platform in the middle, Taoist Chengxiu, the head teacher of Qingyu Sect, walked up to Taoist Ninghui, and said a little arrogantly: "Fellow Daoist Ninghui, would you like to bet with me?"

Taoist Chengxiu is confident that he can regain the place he lost at the Ten Thousand Immortals Banquet.

"Why not?" Taoist Ninghui said lightly.

Everyone felt that Ling Zixi, a young disciple of Wuxu Sect, had no chance of winning, but Taoist Ninghui thought it might not be possible.

Ling Zixi's ability to host the Banquet of Ten Thousand Immortals these days is recognized by Daoist Ninghui, not to mention, how could the person who fell into the eyes of his first disciple Bai Moheng be so poor?

Other sect bigwigs also joined in the fun to add to the fun, except for Zhendao Sect's Patriarch Chang Feiren who beat Ling Zixi to win, and everyone else beat Ji Ying.

The host on the stage stepped down, and Ji Ying and Ling Zixi entered the stage from both sides of the stage.

Ji Ying landed in the air, looked at Ling Zixi who had come to the ring, snorted through her nostrils, cupped her fists and said, "Daoist Zixi, I said at the Banquet of Ten Thousand Immortals that I have admired you for a long time, do you know that I have admired you for a long time?" where?"

Ling Zixi looked at Ji Ying with a pair of phoenix eyes, fearless and fearless, like a red phoenix dancing in the sky.

Ji Ying's heart was suddenly struck by Ling Zixi's elegance and beauty.

However, Ji Ying quickly remembered what she was doing and must not be fooled by this vile vixen.

Therefore, Ji Ying smiled slightly, and said solemnly: "Ji Ying has long admired the delicious dishes cooked by fellow Taoist Zixi."

In an instant, everyone in the audience burst into laughter.

As cultivators, they naturally disdain cooking. Ji Ying praised Ling Zixi's food as delicious, which meant that Ling Zixi was useless in his journey of cultivating Taoism, so it can be said that he looked down on Ling Zixi very much.

Ling Zixi stood on the spot, his long black hair fluttered in the wind. The red half-sleeve shirt Ling Zixi was wearing today had long white cloud cuffs under the red half-sleeves. The corners of Ling Zixi floated in the air, As free and easy as a cinnabar ink painting.

"Ding—temporary mission." The voice of the system sounded in Ling Zixi's mind, "Repay Ji Ying and make him feel ashamed."

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