I'm Really a Villain!

Zhang He on the side had already turned pale with fright, and now he just wanted to run away, but Xu Zimo's gaze stayed on him all the time, making him dare not act rashly.

"Don't try to escape, if you think you can escape with my sixth-level formation, then you can try," Xu Zimo said, looking at the other party.

"Mr. Xu, that's not what I mean. I definitely have no intention of provoking you," Zhang He said, shaking his head quickly.

"Oh, what do you mean?" Xu Zimo walked towards Zhang He while talking.

Zhang He subconsciously took two steps back, then swallowed hard, and said with an apologetic smile: "Mr. Xu, I just heard some false rumors, and I'm afraid it will affect your tall and stalwart image.

So I just want to explain for you, I hope you don't mind, if there is something I said wrong, I apologize to you. "

Xu Zimo walked up to Zhang He, looked at the cold sweat streaming down the other's forehead, smiled and patted the other's shoulder, and said, "Fool, why would I mind!"

"That's good," looking at Xu Zimo's smile, Zhang He nodded with a smile.

However, the next moment, the scimitar came out of its sheath, and Zhang He's head was instantly separated from the corpse.

Before he died, the expression on his face was still an apologetic smile.

"They say you're a fool, if I say you don't mind, just believe me," Xu Zimo sighed.

"You, you really killed him," Shao Xingyu looked at Xu Zimo and said in panic.

Xu Zimo smiled, picked up Zhang He's head, and walked towards Shao Xingyu step by step.

"What do you want to do?" Zhong Xin drew his sword and stood in front of Xu Zimo, asking.

"Junior Brother Zhong, if you want to fight, I'll practice with you," Meng Kuo, who was next to him, also slapped the table, and the table split into pieces in an instant, and his aura was like a rainbow.

"We are all disciples of the same clan, there is no need to fight to the death," Zhong Xin said with a frown.

"Don't worry, I won't kill him," Xu Zimo replied with a smile.

"I don't believe you, just now you said you wouldn't kill Zhang He," Shao Xingyu quickly stepped back and shouted.

"The leader of the younger generation of Zhenwu Shengzong, the emperor-level talent, and the grandson of the great elder, look at you now, do you deserve it?" Xu Zimo chuckled lightly, shook his head and said, "Don't worry, I will lead the team this time." The person in Ziyang City is your grandfather, if I kill you, I won't be able to please you."

Hearing Xu Zimo's words, Zhong Xin thought for a while before stepping aside.

Seeing Xu Zimo walk in front of him, Shao Xingyu plucked up his courage and asked, "What do you want to do? What happened just now has nothing to do with me."

Xu Zimo put Zhang He's head on the table, then grabbed Shao Xingyu's hair, and lowered his head to an angle parallel to the table.

At this time, Shao Xingyu looked at Zhang He's face in front of him, and the other party's face was still covered with a flattering and apologetic smile.

"Remember this smile, remember this face, maybe you will be the one at the table next time," Xu Zimo said lightly.

After speaking, Xu Zimo let go of Shao Xingyu.

Seeing Shao Xingyu's embarrassed appearance, Zhong Xin frowned, but didn't say much.

He felt that Shao Xingyu was too cowardly, even if Xu Zimo was an idiot, he would not dare to kill him so blatantly.

You must know that the person in charge of coming to Ziyang City this time is the Great Elder, if the Great Elder runs away, Xu Zimo will not end well.

He is a strong man in the vein respecting state, not Shao Xingyu's bodyguard, if not for the sake of his master, he would not even want to control Shao Xingyu.

A talent at the Emperor Vessel Realm was wasted like this.

……

After eating, Xu Zimo rented a house and returned to his room.

He was thinking about the scenes in the painting palace in his previous life. Although a long time had passed, some things still left a deep impression on him.

If I remember correctly, the World Orb should have been obtained by Chu Yang in the previous life.

As for this time, he didn't know if Chu Yang would dare to come. The entire Far West is now looking for him.

Moreover, with the elders of the Saint Vessel Realm from the three great Emperor Lineage Immortal Sects sitting in charge, if Chu Yang dared to show up, he would definitely be directly taken down by the First Elder.

……

At this time, outside Ziyang City, a young man with a sallow complexion was standing at the gate of the city, looking up at this ancient and tall city.

"Old Mo, we are finally here," the young man let out a long breath.

This young man was exactly Chu Yang. Ever since he learned the disguise technique of Mo Lao, he had changed his face.

As long as he avoids places where strong people often appear, he doesn't have to be afraid of being exposed. After all, there are so many strong people in the Emperor Vessel Realm in this world.

"Little Yangzi, there are so many masters in Ziyang City, try to be careful," the old man Samsara warned.

When they heard the news of the painting palace, they rushed over all the way, and the old man Samsara felt that Chu Yang was a person with profound blessings, and he should have a share in this inheritance.

Chu Yang walked into the city. This Ziyang City is indeed the capital of the empire, and the prosperity inside is unmatched by other cities.

He was cautious, and met many people of the same age along the way, and these young people's cultivation bases were much higher than his.

The practice of these days has also made his realm just break through the True Vessel Realm, but Chu Yang dare not feel the slightest complacency in his heart.

He knew that he was inherently weaker than many of his peers in terms of resources and talents.

He can achieve these achievements now because of his little bit of hard work, but this is not enough to widen the gap between him and those powerful children.

……

After walking around the city, Chu Yang also inquired about some information about the Painting Palace.

In order to prevent being found out, Chu Yang did not dare to stay outside for too long, and then he searched for several inns, and finally rented a room.

Back in the room, Chu Yang began to practice.

A light golden ball slowly rotated in his body.

This is the yin bead of the Wangchen bead.

At that time, Chu Yang saw Wang Daoist's autobiography in the cave, and then the Wang characters on the book turned into a golden light and rushed into his body.

At that time, Chu Yang thought it was just a kind of pulse skill inheritance, which taught him "long-lasting hatred."

But in the following period of time, with every practice he practiced, these golden lights would slowly condense, and now it has become a round bead.

Chu Yang is very worried now, he is afraid that he will become like Wang Daoren's life and be forgotten by this world.

Chapter 102

He was afraid that Bailixiao would forget him, and eventually even Mo Lao would forget him.

Although he doesn't have many relatives, everyone means a lot to him.

"Teacher, do you think there will be a day when you won't remember me," Chu Yang asked while standing outside the window, looking at the gradually darkening sky.

"No, since the Daoist can keep this yin bead, it means that he has a way to deprive the yin bead from his body," Mo Lao comforted: "There must be a way, but we haven't found it yet, don't worry about it." Worry."

Chu Yang nodded, but the sadness on his face became more and more obvious.

……

Early the next morning, Chu Yang got up early and walked towards the Painting Palace after washing up. He wanted to see if he could follow the crowd into the Painting Palace.

At this moment, the western area of ​​Ziyang City was almost occupied by dense crowds of people. Chu Yang came to the bottom of the Painting Palace and looked at the somewhat unreal palace, but his face became embarrassed.

Because at the entrance of the painting palace, three old people in the holy vein state stood guard on both sides.

As the large army walked towards the painting palace, no one could escape their eyes.

"Teacher, what should we do?" Chu Yang asked anxiously.

"You can't enter this painting palace, and it's a small loss to lose some chances. If they find out, you don't have the slightest hope of escaping from the three powerhouses of the holy vein," Mo Lao replied helplessly.

"Then shall we leave like this?" Chu Yang asked unwillingly.

"Forget it, chances don't matter, life is what matters," Mo Lao replied.

Chu Yang nodded helplessly, and retreated silently while everyone was rushing towards the painting palace.

As the disciples of the entire Ziyang City entered the painting palace, the bustling city instantly became deserted.

When Chu Yang walked to the somewhat empty street, he felt that everything was not going well, the hidden danger of the forgetful dust beads in his body had not been resolved, and all the hard work to come to the painting palace was in vain.

"Young master, would you like to take a look at my collection?" Chu Yang was about to leave Ziyang City when he was suddenly stopped by a peddler on the side of the street.

The peddler said with a smile: "These items of mine drive away evil spirits and avoid misfortune, good luck and good luck. I think you must have encountered something bad. How about buying one to change your luck?"

"Sorry, no need," Chu Yang shook his head, and glanced at the stall next to him.

The stall was full of strange items, including statues with deer heads and human bodies, monsters with eight claws, and many items that Chu Yang had never seen before.

He casually took a few glances, and found that they were all ordinary ceramics, and they were deliberately deceiving at first glance.

He was about to look away, but a book on the stall caught Chu Yang's attention.

According to Chu Yang's perception, this is an ordinary book, but for some reason, when his eyes glanced over this book, he felt a sense of intimacy in his heart, and even the Wangchen Bead in his body trembled.

"My lord, these are all my collections for decades, maybe there are some good things in them," the peddler looked at Chu Yang, and quickly introduced: "Someone bought a dusty jar from me before, opened a Look, it's filled with a jar full of bloodstones.

If you don’t believe me, you can ask these people around you. It’s risky, but you can also pick up leaks. "

"Mr. Chen, you're lying to these new kids again," a man next to him joked with a smile when he saw this scene.

"Old Wu, you don't want to spout blood." Chen Laosan's face changed, and he quickly argued: "Isn't it true that that person was picking up dusty bloodstones at my place?"

"It's true, but you, Mr. Chen, have been in business for decades, and you were missed once." The probability is too low," the man said with a smile.

"That's because they don't have a source of blessing. This little brother is different from ordinary people at first glance, and he will definitely gain something," Chen Laosan said with a cold snort.

Chu Yang squatted in front of the hawker's stall, and casually picked up some strangely shaped ceramics to look at.

Although his goal was the book, he knew he couldn't make it too obvious, lest the peddler raise the price on the spot.

"How do you sell this?" Chu Yang asked, pointing to the monster with a deer head and a human body in his hand.

"Little brother, you really have eyesight," Chen Laosan smiled, and quickly replied: "There are some legends about this statue.

It is said that in the depths of Shiwanda Mountain, there lived some half-orc races, who took the appearance of their ancestors as the totem of the tribe.

I got this statue in Shiwan Dashan, maybe it has something to do with the inheritance of the half-beast clan.

Buy it now, [-] spirit crystals. "

"Do you think I'm a fool?" Chu Yang raised his head and asked with a faint smile.

Chen Laosan laughed a few times, and then said: "Of course, this price may be a bit inflated, after all, there is no confirmation.