We Villains Don’t Want to Be a Stepping Stone

"what?"

Xia Feng's face was stunned for a moment, and then he nodded with a wry smile.

It is worthy of the secret magic power, and the training restrictions are really harsh.

It's not impossible to abolish the cultivation base, but... If you want to practice this skill, I'm afraid it won't happen overnight.

Now that the fairyland is about to open, he has to go into the secret realm to hunt for treasures.

It is not appropriate to abolish the cultivation base at this time.

"I see. When the trip to the fairyland is over, I will ask the seniors to teach me the secret of this technique."

"Huh? Young man, you are very savvy!"

Xing Shen was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect this Xia Feng to be so cruel to him.

He has the secret technique of a hammer, and his words were just to deceive him.

Unexpectedly, this product actually believed it to be true.

"Thank you for your praise, senior, since you can go to the Hanyue Immortal Palace with a single thought, why don't we go and execute that devil now... No, because of Jiang Yuxue's hatred for killing that disciple of the gods?"

"Don't worry, it's still early at this time, and it's too risky to go now! We'll take action until late at night."

When the words fell, Xing Shen sat directly on the spot and fell into the practice.

Just kidding, go up now, in case the Palace Master Hanyue notices and waves you to kill you, the master's chess game will not be arranged in vain.

You won't die tonight, but you will be in extra pain.

And Xia Feng didn't dare to say more, standing quietly on one side, looking towards the distant mountain.

Ling Xiao! !

I will kill you tonight.

…

"Ah."

Hanyue Immortal Palace, in a magnificent ancient temple on the top of the mountain.

Ling Xiao sat in front of the case, drinking tea.

Beside him, Han Qingqiu was quietly making tea, but there was a hint of doubt on his pretty face.

"If you have any questions, just ask."

Ling Xiao smiled lightly, put down the teacup, and looked towards Han Qingqiu.

"Young Master... Since you have arranged many means before, you must want to kill Xia Feng. Why is he fleeing in fear of crime today, and you don't take the opportunity to kill him?"

Han Qingqiu hesitated for a moment, and finally asked the biggest doubt in his heart.

Judging from Ling Xiao's previous plans, he must have murdered Xia Feng?

But today the time is ripe, but instead he let him go?

"Because he can't die now, not only can't he die, but at that time, I need you to help me do one more thing."

Ling Xiao smiled lightly and looked up outside the hall.

There, suddenly there was a fierceness whistling across the sky, which was full of Taoism, and there was a bit of a peerless meaning.

"Young master, do whatever you want."

Han Qingqiu didn't dare to ask any more questions. The more contact she got, the more she felt that she couldn't see the young master clearly.

His means and attitude are even more terrifying than those of the powerful god emperors who have lived for hundreds of years.

Especially the indifference on his face, as if... everything in this world is under his control.

Originally, Han Qingqiu also planned to capture him with beauty and become a chess piece in his hands.

But now, as soon as she saw the faint smile in Ling Xiao's eyes and the corners of her mouth, she felt cold and soft all over.

"Let's go, don't worry, I'll tell you when Xia Feng comes tonight."

Ling Xiao got up and walked outside the hall.

The sharpness of the wisp just now made even him feel a little surprised.

Obviously, there should be a good show going on outside the hall at this time.

"Will Xia Feng come tonight?"

Looking at the tall and straight figure that was gradually walking away, Han Qingqiu looked puzzled, but in the end he didn't ask any more questions, and raised his feet to catch up.

at the same time.

Outside the main hall, on the bluestone square.

Countless Xijiang Tianjiao gathered in one place and looked at the two figures standing in front of them, with a touch of excitement in their eyes.

In the troubled times of Western Xinjiang, there are many arrogances.

But those who are truly feared are no more than five fingers.

At this time, the two people in front of them are both peerless monsters standing at the tip of the Western Border Pyramid.

Mo Wuya, Chutian City.

The former's identity is mysterious, and the exercises he cultivates are equally unpredictable.

Even all Xijiang Tianjiao knew that Mo Wuya's combat power was terrifying and his methods were amazing, but... no one had ever seen him make a move.

Because, everyone who saw his shot was dead.

And such rumors undoubtedly added a touch of mystery to the word Mo Wuya.

As for Chu Tiancheng, he was originally a waste prince of Great Chu.

But a few years ago, he rose strongly. Not only did he behead his brother, and he took the position of the Prince of Great Chu, but he also devoted himself to the Tao and made several breakthroughs. Now he is the powerhouse of the sixth-rank god general.

Moreover, what Chutiancheng cultivated was a peerless sword art. According to rumors, no one could stop a sword from a divine general.

Even if the gods are strong, they can only avoid their edge.

At this time, these two evil spirits from the Western Border, but they looked at each other coldly, standing in the middle of the square, with a pair of swords drawn.

"How did these two do it?"

"I don't know, Chutiancheng's name is Daozhi, and he always likes to challenge the strong. I'm afraid he is unwilling to hear the name of Mo Gongzi's invincible?"

"You know what, it is said that this Chutiancheng has liked Princess Yuanyao for many years. When she was a child, Chutiancheng had the same scenery, and she was so beautiful that Chu Dayuan made a marriage contract for the two. It's a pity...Chutiancheng one night. She was abolished, and this matter has just been abandoned, but Princess Yuanyao is kind and benevolent. It is said that she has been writing books all these years.

The letter encouraged Chutiancheng to get out of the predicament, so...the two of them probably still have some love to come. "

"Chutian City is now worthy of Princess Yuanyao."

"That's right, people are standing up again!"

"However... Young Master Mo doesn't seem to be bad. He has a mysterious body and a natural way. Although he doesn't have the background of Chutiancheng, he is handsome."

"I stand for Young Master Mo. I think Young Master Mo is a light-hearted man who is more suitable for Princess Yuanyao."

"Chutian City, it's too rigid."

Hearing the discussions coming from the square, Ling Xiao looked at the young man in black who was opposite to Mo Wuya, and the corner of his mouth suddenly raised a playful look.

Love triangle.

but…

Right now, this Chutian City seems to be stronger.

Four thousand luck, six ranks of divine generals, and divine body of tyrants.

There was an unparalleled dominance around him, and even the light in his eyes was as cold as a knife.

At first glance, this person is a cultivator with pure Taoism.

I'm afraid that Mo Wuya is not his opponent.

Wonderful.

The three destinies are now tied together.

It will undoubtedly be easier to cut it then.

Among the three, Yuan Yao was the dominant player. As long as it was done, Mo Wuya and Chutian City were left with nothing to worry about.

The unmatched tyrant, it sounds awesome, but it's a pity...

Your knife can't cut me.

"Mo Wuya."

The black-clothed Chu Tiancheng's eyes were cold, and he looked at the young man in front of him with cold eyes, and there was no sadness or joy on his face.

In other words, whatever is called an idiot is mostly a virtue.

Zombie face, hard tone, inhumane, looks a kind of detachment.

In their hearts, knives and swords are the most trustworthy partners.

Such a person must be terrifying.

Heartless and indifferent, single-mindedly devoted to the Tao, the sword is unsheathed, and it must return with blood.

But... invisibly pretending to be coercive, you deserve to be scolded.

"It turned out to be Brother Chu! I don't know why Brother Chu stopped me?"

Mo Wuya had a gentle expression on his face. Compared with Chutiancheng, he had more fireworks on his body, which made people feel good.

only! !

Sometimes, a gentler appearance does not mean self-confidence and indifference, on the contrary.

At this moment, Mo Wuya was probably already panicking.