The fairy godmother got the villain script

Chapter 26 Why are they all playing dirty tricks?
Ji Zhou said that there is smoke everywhere in the mist, and he can't get out no matter how he walks.

But in front of Meng Yang was an empty flat land, a thatched hut on the left, and a small flower garden beside it, with a few buds sprouting up and down inside, I don't know whether it was vegetables or flowers.

On the other side, a big tree with luxuriant branches stands there, under the tree there is a stone table and two stone benches.

Looking in all directions, there is a vast expanse of white mist.

What do you mean?
What is this for?

Meng Yang was at a loss, drew his sword and looked around in a daze.

She took a few steps forward and slashed down with the sword, the stone table rippled like water, and the sword energy flew into the air.

What the hell, isn't it real?
She stretched out her hand to touch the stone table, the touch was cold and warm, it was real.

Meng Yang is crazy, these damned formation masters and illusions, can you let us sword cultivators go.

Thinking that outsiders might see her performance, Meng Yang cried in her heart, but pretended to be confident on her face, she touched left and right, and then stabbed twice in the middle.

Well, confirmed, you can touch it but you can't cut it.

She looked around and decided to go inside the house.

Opening the door, there was nothing inside.

Meng Yang, who was thinking of outsmarting, withered.

Because of Jizhou's previous lessons, in order to prevent the monks from using up formations to lose them, they discussed and came to a conclusion that once they meet a monk, it is best to first think about how to destroy the eyes of the formation. No way, choose the most aura-consuming violent breakout.

After all, if the spiritual energy is exhausted, even if you win the monk, the subsequent competition will be more difficult.

Before the competition, Meng Yang had a well-thought-out plan, and promised again and again that she would definitely outsmart her!
Now Meng Yang was smiling, and MMP in her heart.

She waved the streamer, and with one move, Tianxiao Breakshui, she swiped towards the blank space above.

The surging spiritual power turned into an unstoppable sword energy, and he struck forward with the momentum of one man guarding the gate and ten thousand men not open.

There was a loud bang in the sky, and the white mist instantly dissipated, and the monk wearing a shell and chanting sutras appeared before her eyes again.

Meng Yang circled around the opponent.

Well, I checked my eyes, it's a very strong shell.

She held the sword and decided to outwit again.

"This junior brother, why don't you admit defeat, I will slash you with this sword in a while, you will definitely be injured, anyway, you will lose, so don't toss yourself." Meng Yang clicked on the top of the monk's forehead shield.

The white-robed monk clasped his hands together and said: "Senior sister, you don't have to do this. Although I will be injured, my juniors will be able to fight if they meet my senior sister. As the saying goes, if I don't go to hell, whoever will go to hell, it's all about chance. .”

It means, alas, I just want to use up your aura and let my juniors beat you, hehehe.

Meng Yang showed a nuclear smile: "I'm really doing it for your own good, and I may not be able to meet your junior brother, right?"

The monk smiled without saying a word, with an expression on his face that I understand and I understand your casualness.

Meng Yang knew that the bald man would recover his spiritual power after a while, so he would give her back again, and Sister Meng, who had failed to outwit her, smiled.

She pointed the streamer at the position above the monk's forehead and began to gesture.

When you go up and down, you can't shoot the sword.

After going back and forth three or four times, the rhythm of the monk's chanting slowed down for a moment.

Meng Yang seized the opportunity and slammed his sword down suddenly, and the aura surged up wildly. Under the shocking sword aura, the thick spiritual shield was like gold leaf, and it shattered with a swipe.

Seeing that the sword energy is about to go straight to the monk's bright forehead, the calm monk's body is faster than his brain and wants to hide back, but how can he avoid this lightning-like death sword, as if his eyes are frightened, Shaking his mouth, he shouted, "Bold! How dare you kill me."

Meng Yang stretched out his hand and shook it in the air.

puff~

The violent sword energy dissipated before him.

The monk fell to the ground in fright.

Meng Yang raised her eyebrows and walked up to him, deliberately making an unexpected expression: "Ah, junior brother, aren't you ready to get hurt? Why are you so scared?"

The bald head trembled in fright, and when he heard Meng Yang's words, he looked up at Meng Yang unconvinced,

Meng Yang smiled and glared at him suddenly.

The monk was so frightened that he fell back again.

The referee next to him coughed twice: "The competition is over."

Meng Yang put his sword back into its sheath, and cupped his hands at the monk: "Qing Cang Sword sent Meng Yang, Junior Brother, remember to tell you other fellow competitors when you go back, I will wait for them to draw me to fight with me."

The poor little monk softened his body and was about to step off the ring when Meng Yang suddenly said, "Wait."

The monk looked back at her.

Meng Yang asked: "What is your phantom array?"

"This is the Asking Heart Array, where ordinary people can see the things they are most attached to and are reluctant to leave."

Ask Xinzhen.

Meng Yang thought about these three words.

What is the relationship between the thing I am most attached to and that broken thatched cottage.

After tossing the poor monk, Meng Yang went to draw the second lottery, and found the ring according to the position on the lottery.

Li Xi stood under the stage and looked at Meng Yang with a smile, his gentle smile was like a wife waiting for her husband to come home.

Meng Yang, who had this thought flashing through his mind, couldn't help shivering.

Shut up, what pig talk are you thinking!
"Hehe, why did Junior Sister Li come here?" Meng Yang couldn't avoid it, so she could only greet the other party with a smile on the face.

Li Chi said, "I'll come to see my senior sister's competition."

"Your sister?"

Standing on Meng Yang's stand, a red-clothed female cultivator with a serious face and not ready to speak.

From an angle she couldn't see, Li Chi also looked up at the nun.

The female cultivator's cold face froze for a moment, she looked at Meng Yang and said, "Lin Luoying of the Albizia Sect."

"Qingcang Sword School Meng Yang."

It seems that Lin Luoying is Meng Yang's opponent this time.

Meng Yang nodded towards Li Xi and stepped onto the ring.

The referee dropped the hammer, and Meng Yang was still thinking about saluting to the opponent, when a set of club darts came towards him, with blue fluorescent lights on them.

Even quenched the poison.

my day.

Meng Yang quickly leaned back to avoid the hidden weapon, Liu Guang came out in response to the call, Meng Yang held the sword and slashed forward horizontally and vertically, the three swords turned into meteors and went straight to Lin Luoying.

Meng Yangjian followed, flew forward, followed by the sword energy, and went straight to the position of Lin Luoying's chest.

Unexpectedly, the other party would not dodge or evade, and looked directly at Meng Yang with a pair of cold eyes.

Thinking of the way of Hehuanzong, Meng Yang secretly yelled that he was not good, and the alarm bells in his heart were loud, and he quickly looked away from the other party, but it was still a step too late.

Lin Luoying's eyes seemed to be filled with a bottle of powerful 520, which made Meng Yang's eyes unable to open.

In the next instant, the scene in front of him changed.

Her mother's, ah ah ah! ! !

Why is it all playing yin, sword repair is really too difficult.

Meng Yang was really about to collapse.

The Lin Luoying in front of her was gone, replaced by a tall and tall man.

He was standing under a tree in full bloom with peach blossoms. When a gust of wind blew by, the petals fell to the ground profusely.

In the sea of ​​pink flowers, the man's face was as jade-like, and his expression was cold, standing there alone like a banished fairy.

At this moment, he raised his eyes to look at Meng Yang, his star-like eyes were full of affection and attachment.

At the end of his eyes, the crimson moles of tears added to his cold temperament.

He said, "Meng Yang, I..."

　He said, if you don't give me a monthly pass, I will eat you.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)