We Villains Don’t Want to Be a Stepping Stone

"I will participate in this competition and witness the demeanor of my Southern Border Tianjiao."

Ling Xiao's tone was gentle, and his whole body was full of Taoism.

There was a wind in the mountains, and his white clothes were blown up like a fairy, with an inexplicable sense of being out of this world.

However, at the moment Ling Xiao's voice fell, the whole square suddenly burst into applause!

"Papa papa!"

"it is good!"

"Holy Son, you are just!!!"

Did you see it?

This is our beloved Son of God! !

He could obviously be invincible by virtue of his status, yet he chose the fairest way to prove himself! !

What is there to say, Mr. Ling Xiao, you are upright and righteous, you are worthy of being the light of my holy state, the benchmark of righteousness!

only! !

God, please help me not to draw the Holy Son.

I'm not afraid of losing, I just want... to be able to represent the human race in the battle against the Proud of the Sea!

Gan!

Sensing the awe in the eyes of all the geniuses around him, Ling Xiao also smiled.

Fame is something that is accumulated.

Every word you say to me will make you a peerless master.

I, Ling Xiao, a ray of light from the Holy State, shines on the earth!

Compared with those notorious reputations that are unacceptable in the world, a villain must learn to protect himself if he is outside.

But at this time, the face of the elder who was in charge of drawing lots showed a bit of embarrassment.

Originally, Ling Xiao didn't participate, and the two hundred disciples happened to draw lots for the duel.

Can Ling Xiao be one more person, two hundred and one people compare with a hammer?

"It's better to put in an empty lottery. Whoever gets it will have a bye in the first round, a bye in the second round, and a competition in the third round."

The two elders got together and discussed in a low voice.

"rational!"

All the disciples stepped onto the battle stage one after another, drew out their battle lotts, and retreated to the edge of the square.

"Who is the disciple who got the empty lottery in the first round?"

One of the elders in green robes and white hair glanced at the crowd and asked in a deep voice.

All the disciples immediately looked at each other in blank dismay, looked at the number on the battle sign in their hands, and shook their heads slightly.

until! !

A timid voice suddenly came from the crowd, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

"It seems...it seems to be me..."

Chen Qingshan raised his head, held up the empty bamboo stick in his hand, and said with a surprised expression.

"Huh? Junior brother, you..."

Beside her, Feng Ruge's eyes narrowed slightly, but a hidden smile was raised at the corner of her mouth.

Can't go wrong! !

If this is not the son of destiny, can he have such good luck?

Two hundred people drew lots, but you got an empty lottery? !

Junior brother! ! Bloom! !

"Damn! Isn't this that trash Chen Qingshan from the Seventh Peak?"

"It's him! This luck is too... against the sky."

"Shit luck! If it wasn't for the first-round bye, I could have played his shit!"

"Oh? Dare to ask senior brother, what realm are you in?"

"A divine general."

"..."

"Um?"

Hearing the discussion from the square, Ling Xiao also had a flash of surprise in his eyes.

From the very beginning, he knew that Chen Qingshan was a destiny.

But, from the beginning to the end, he didn't think about who this person's template was.

It's just the scene in front of me, but it's somewhat familiar.

Long stick, useless, contest, bye?

Think about it?

"So, there may be a big change in today's competition."

A smile rose from the corner of Ling Xiao's mouth, and suddenly he had an idea in his heart.

Originally, he was still thinking about how to harvest this little leek.

But when he thought of his template, Ling Xiao found that this leek seemed to be far from mature enough.

This Immortal Xuanzong is probably just the starting point of his immortal journey.

"Twenty people fight each other one by one on the battle platform in ten directions. Remember, don't intentionally hurt people's lives, but...swords have no eyes, and it is not a sin to die on the platform."

Xianxuan Sect Master He Lianshan shouted loudly, and saw ten elders standing on each of the ten battle platforms.

All the Tianjiao from southern Xinjiang competed on the stage according to the order of the battle lottery.

Ling Xiao looked at the No. 7 battle lottery in his hand, stepped forward, and appeared on the seventh battle platform in an instant.

"Look!! It's the Son of Ling Xiao!!"

Countless disciples gathered under the battle platform, waving their flags and shouting, trying to attract the attention of this holy son.

"Damn, can't I, I am so honored to fight against the Son?"

Among the crowd, a Xianzong disciple in a long robe gave a wry smile, walked up to the battle stage, and bowed to Ling Xiao.

"Son!"

"Get ready."

Ling Xiao nodded indifferently, but the disciple suddenly shook his head, "Holy Son, it is a great honor in my life to be able to admire your beauty from such a close distance, how dare I draw my sword against the Holy Son, Holy Son, I have A gracious request..."

"Huh? What's the matter?"

Ling Xiao smiled softly, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.

"Can you please sign me?"

The Immortal Xuanzong disciple walked up to Ling Xiao and said expectantly.

"Huh? There's no pen and paper here either."

"No problem!!"

Seeing that Ling Xiao agreed, the disciple suddenly took out a stick from his body.

He stabbed the short dagger hard into his thigh, "My lord, use it!"

Gan! !

Shameless! !

Seeing this scene, there were bursts of angry curses from under the battle platform.

Especially for some arrogant girls, there is a hint of jealousy in their eyes.

In the end, when the Immortal Xuanzong disciple jumped off the stage, the competition came to an end.

Ling Xiao turned around and looked at Feng Ruge on the battle platform in the distance, with a smile on his lips.

"Junior Sister Ruge! I am a disciple of the No. 1 Peak, my name is Zhu Dachang, I still hope that my junior sister is merciful."

"Hush!"

Under the battle platform, there were boos in an instant.

"Brother Zhu, are you competing in martial arts, or making friends!"

"Shameless!! I have never seen such a brazen person."

Many disciples looked at the graceful figure in black clothes standing on the stage, their eyes were full of excitement.

Although Feng Ruge is the first disciple of the Seventh Peak, she has never left the mountain in the past ten years.

Therefore, to ordinary disciples, this little senior sister is not only mysterious... but also beautiful.

Lick the dog, you can find it everywhere.

Yangou, let alone.

only! !

Feng Ruge had no intention of fighting martial arts at all, at this moment she just wanted to quickly make two moves with this Senior Brother Zhu, and then pretend to be invincible, so as to show respect to her master.

Staying out of the matter and watching the fire from the other side is the self-cultivation of a villain.

"Brother Zhu, get ready."

"Wait! Junior Sister, I heard that Holy Child Ling Xiao often goes to the Seventh Peak these days. I wonder if this rumor is true or not?"

When Ling Xiao was mentioned, Zhu Dachang's face suddenly showed fear.

"Brother Zhu, if you don't prepare, I'm going to do it."

Feng Ruge's black eyebrows were lightly clustered, boredom was already seen in her eyes.

Zhu Dachang, you still have Zhutourou!

"Look!! Son Ling Xiao is here!!"

only! !

Just when Feng Ruge was about to launch an offensive with radiant spiritual light all over her body, there was a sudden commotion under the battle platform.

Then, everyone saw a handsome figure in white clothes coming from a distance, with a faint smile on his unparalleled beauty.

His eyes were warm and calm, revealing an inexplicable emotion.

However, what he saw was only Feng Ruge from the beginning to the end.

"Gulu!"

"Junior Sister Feng!! Be careful!!"

On the battle platform, Zhu Dachang suddenly shouted angrily, drew the long sword out of its sheath in his hand, and cut through ten thousand hectares of void in an instant.

"Well done."

It's just that facing such an offensive, Feng Ruge's eyes didn't show the slightest panic, instead there was a hint of joking.

Finally, he can justifiably hang out in the dark.