I'm Really a Villain!

As the disciple's words fell, there was a "hum" sound in the sky and the earth, as if something had been awakened.

I saw two light spots, one black and one white, appearing in the center of this square world. These black and white light spots are intertwined with each other. In just a moment, the law flows and the light flourishes.

The entire sky seemed to be separated, half turned black and half turned white.

The black and white poles cover the entire sky. At this moment, it seems that the trembling sound of the avenue falls, as if the sun and the moon begin to reverse, and a long river moves from nothingness to nothingness, and then turns into a sea of ​​fire.

At the two points of black and white, a group of teenagers in black and white robes with yin and yang engraved behind them looked around.

The leader of these people is Wu Shaoqing, the current patriarch of Yin Yang Sect.

When everyone was shocked by the appearance of the six major sects, a loud laugh came from the inside of Zhenwu Shengzong.

"Everyone who came to my Holy Sect from afar, welcome," Xu Qingshan walked from the void step by step with loud laughter.

Chapter 133 Chu Yang, Holy Son of the Yin-Yang Sect

Xu Qingshan came across the sky, step by step.

When he stepped forward, the originally surging river belonging to the Holy Spring Sect stopped flowing instantly, as if time and space were all forbidden.

When he stepped forward, the Golden Crow and Cangluan on both sides were screaming, as if they were afraid of something, their proud heads lowered slightly and trembled.

He took a step forward, and the long sword that pierced the silence trembled, and even the devilish energy permeating it was restrained.

He stepped forward, and the yin and yang that divided the world seemed to be nothing more than ants that disappeared in a snap of his fingers. He didn't need to find the center of the world deliberately.

He just stood there, no matter what he was doing, no matter where he stood, he was the center of the world.

When Xu Qingshan walked step by step, at this moment, whether it was the Golden Crow, Cangluan, Demon Sword, Long River, or the Yin and Yang dividing the world, they all seemed to be his background board.

In everyone's eyes, there is only the man in the green clothes, who seems to be carrying the sky on his shoulders, and supporting the sky with his feet on the ground.

"Brother Qingshan, I miss you so much that day," Luo Changhe, the suzerain of the Holy Spring Sect, laughed.

"Brother Changhe, long time no see," Xu Qingshan also smiled, and greeted each other with the other suzerains in the field.

Then he took the five major sects and flew towards Zhenwu Shengzong.

The Zhenwu Sacred Sect at this time can be said to be very lively. In addition to the five strongest sects in the Far West, other six sects will come, such as many second-rate sects and third-rate sects, including Ziyang Empire and Qingmu. The royal family of the empire will also be invited to come and watch.

The five major sects were received by Xu Qingshan, while the other second-rate sects were received by the elders of Zhenwu Shengzong.

The big competition is scheduled for tomorrow morning, and everyone is arranged on the Qunying Peak of Zhenwu Shengzong.

However, no matter how lively the outside world is, Yannan Peak where Xu Zimo lives is always peaceful.

He was leaning on the reclining chair in the courtyard, the gentle autumn wind blowing down from the top of Yannan Peak and passing by Xu Zimo's face.

At this time, Xiao Guizi came in from the outside, looked at Xu Zimo and said, "Senior Brother, I have already found out the situation of the other five sects."

"Are you sure the Wan Beast Sect won't come to participate?" Xu Zimo slightly opened his eyes and asked.

"This time there is no list of the Myriad Beast Sect, so I probably won't be here," Xiao Guizi said slowly, "This time the competition is the most famous, and the most popular ones are actually the holy sons and saintesses of each sect."

"Who is there? Tell me," Xu Zimo asked, sitting up in a comfortable position.

"The Holy Sun Sect is their saint son Xuanyuan Xuantian, and the Purgatory Sacred Sect is Tianmozi. Although the position of the saint son of the Sacred Spring Sect has not yet been determined, there is a monster in their sect who trains the body. I heard that The voice is quite loud.

As for the Immortal Sect, after Nie Xingqing's death, they re-elected a woman named Xian Ling'er as the saint.

The most interesting one is the Yin Yang Sect. It is said that their holy son was chosen some time ago, and his name is Chu Yang.

His strength is unknown, but you also know, senior brother, that the Immortal Spirit Sect has been looking for a young man named Chu Yang some time ago.

I heard that because of this incident, the relationship between Yin Yang Sect and Xianling Sect is very tense now. "

"Then who is the most vocal of our Zhenwu Shengzong?" Xu Zimo asked.

"It's the sixth elder's niece, Baili Xiao," Xiao Guizi replied, "After all, the empress' successor is quite famous.

These disciples are too much of a frog in a well, and after you make your move, senior brother, they will understand that the so-called Tianjiao are just a bunch of chickens and dogs. "

"Okay, stop flattering," Xu Zimo waved his hand and smiled.

After Xiao Guizi left, he took out several letters from his cuffs. These letters were information collected by Situ Yunqing through various channels.

Xu Zimo slowly opened the envelope.

"A month ago, the fairy mountain next to the Immortal Spirit Sect suddenly burst into white light. This fairy mountain was left by a very famous ancestor of the Immortal Spirit Sect, "Patriarch Peacock".

Some people said that this was the birth of a strange treasure, but this matter was quickly suppressed by the Immortal Spirit Sect.

A few days later, the Immortal Spirit Sect canonized a woman named Xian Ling'er as a contemporary saint. Before that, she had never heard of this woman. "

"Half a month ago, the Yin-Yang Sect opened the sect's treasure "Yin-Yang Diagram" for an unknown purpose.

A few days later, they canonized a young man named Chu Yang as their holy son. "

"In the depths of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, someone saw a giant measuring the sky and the earth with his feet. His purpose and strength are unknown."

After Xu Zimo read the information, a hot flame appeared on his right hand. He watched the envelope burn to ashes in the flame, then closed his eyes slightly, and leaned back on the recliner.

He murmured softly, "Chu Yang, Yin Yang Sect, long time no see."

……

In Zhenwu Shengzong, there is an independently opened up space called "Tianyu."

Tianyu was established in the era of Empress Hongtian, and it has a history of tens of thousands of years.

This field was specially prepared by Zhenwu Shengzong for holding some large-scale competitions.

Inside is a self-contained space with an area of ​​tens of thousands of square meters, with no end in sight at a glance.

In the center of Tianyu, there are nearly a hundred arenas made of basalt real iron. The length and width of these arenas are nearly a hundred meters, and there are iron locks around them.

The strength of the arena can even withstand several attacks from warriors in the Emperor Vessel Realm.

The early sun rises in the east, the autumn wind blows a few yellow leaves, the morning light slowly falls from the sky, and the morning light opens the curtain of a new day.

After all the sects were assembled, under the leadership of Zhenwu Shengzong, the five major sects followed closely, and at the end were some second-rate and third-rate sects.

All the people walked into the Tianyu mightily, and it took half an hour for this long dragon-like team to enter the Tianyu.

You must know that there are more than a hundred second-rate sects who came to watch the competition this time alone.

At this moment, around the nearly one hundred arenas, densely packed seats have been placed.

Of course, these seats are prepared for some big figures and Tianjiao of the sect, ordinary disciples can only stand at the back to watch.

……

The third elder is the person in charge of this big competition. After everyone settled down, he dressed in a red robe and strutted onto the ring in the middle.

"Thank you in advance for coming to watch the competition of the six sects held by our Zhenwu Shengzong. Due to some special reasons, the Wanshou sect withdrew from this competition," the third elder stood on the middle stage, He said loudly: "Since the time of Emperor Shenxing, the Seven Sect Grand Competition held every three years has continued like this.

With a history of thousands of years, the purpose of the Dabi is to connect the feelings between the various sects, so that young disciples can see more young talents, broaden their horizons, and understand their own shortcomings.

I won't say much about the extra words, let me briefly introduce the rules of this big competition. "

Chapter 134 I want to cut him into pieces

"This time, the six sects of the grand competition sent a total of sixty disciples to choose their opponents according to the method of drawing lots," the third elder said slowly: "two-two duels, one game wins and loses, the rule is that sixty enters thirty, three Ten into fifteen.

When there are fifteen people, one of them will be drawn bye, and the other fourteen will have a duel.

As for who can get the bye lottery, it depends on luck.

Fifteen into eight, and then the remaining eight, we will solve the opponent's disciples in the shortest time according to the length of each game, and we can choose the opponent for the next competition by ourselves.

Do you understand? "

"Understood," the disciples of the six major sects lined up in six teams replied with a high voice.

"Today, most of the forces in the Far West are gathered here. If you become famous here, it means that you will become famous in the whole West." The third elder glanced at all the teenagers present, and there was a hint of aura in his voice. He said deafeningly: "Use your full strength, the result of your ten years of hard work.

Just today, in front of your suzerain, under the gaze of so many people, let everyone remember your name. "

The encouragement from the third elder made all the teenagers present so excited that their faces turned red.

The blood in their hearts seemed to have nowhere to vent, and suddenly there seemed to be a gully in their chests, and their pride was exhausted.

Everyone has only one goal in mind, "to become famous."

"It's good to be young, just a few words can make your blood boil," Xu Zimo looked at the teenagers beside him, and said with emotion, "The martial arts stage has been set up, and the first stage, the first stage, the pure stage, the final stage, and the ugly stage will take turns."

Beside Xu Zimo, Bai Lixiao was dressed in white and stood at the front of the line. Her gaze was fixed on the young man in front of Yin Yang Sect from beginning to end.

Chu Yang was wearing a black and white Liangyi robe, and he also looked at Baili Xiao with piercing eyes.

The two looked at each other across the air, Bailixiao had tears in her eyes, and muttered to herself, "Brother Chu Yang."

She didn't even think about how much suffering the ordinary boy in that small mountain village had experienced back then. He could achieve his current achievements without resources and connections.

Bai Lixiao was faintly proud of becoming the holy son of the Yin Yang Sect. She was proud of Chu Yang and herself.

"It's really touching." Seeing Baili Xiao's appearance, Xu Zimo chuckled and said, "Tell me, if I crush his head like a watermelon, will you be sad?"

"Do you dare to kill people in the Six Schools Competition?" Baili Xiao asked calmly, turning his head.

"Things like misses are very common," Xu Zimo said with a smile: "Of course, if you cry bitterly now and kneel down to beg me, I will make his death look better."

"Take care of yourself first, don't fail the first round," Bailixiao replied with disgust.

"You don't need to worry about that," Xu Zimo said with an evil smile, "I'm going to cut him into pieces in front of you."

Bailixiao frowned, snorted coldly, and ignored Xu Zimo.

When the big competition started, the disciples under the stage burst into shouts like mountains and seas.

Because this is the home court of Zhenwu Shengzong, their voices are naturally louder, almost covering up the cheering sounds of several other sects.

The high-pitched voices were faintly connected together, and even the space was shaken, and there was a muffled echo.

Among these cheering voices, the support for Bailixiao was naturally the most.

She is beautiful, talented in cultivation, and a descendant of the Empress. This is simply the dream lover of many disciples.

And Xu Zimo also faintly heard the voice of cheering himself up.