"Ruge, don't you want to watch your junior martial brother compete? I guess it will be exciting, let's go."
Ling Xiao smiled calmly, turned around and walked towards the distant battle platform.
Behind him, Feng Ruge looked at the tall figure in white and felt a chill rising from the soles of her feet. The evil fire in her body had dissipated for no reason.
She discovered that she never seemed to understand Ling Xiao.
Whether it was his words, deeds, or cultivation methods, they were all very different from the destined people she had seen before.
However, a villain cannot kill the destiny. This is an eternal law.
What went wrong?
"Cantabile?"
Ling Xiao stopped and turned to look at Feng Ruge. A bright smile suddenly bloomed on his handsome face.
"What's wrong with you? Why are you always dazed? Are you so careless when you're with me?"
"I…"
Feng Ruge hesitated to speak, but in the end she didn't say much. She caught up with Ling Xiao and walked side by side towards a battle platform in the distance.
No matter what Ling Xiao's identity is, it is better for this kind of incomprehensible young man to die, otherwise it will make people uneasy.
On the square, the competition gradually came to an end.
Countless disciples gathered in front of the hall, talking about today's various events.
Only on the last battle platform, two disciples wearing Immortal Xuan Sect robes stood opposite each other, and the winner had not yet been decided.
However, at this time, there were not many onlookers around the battle stage, and it was obvious that no one was very interested in the competition between the two men.
Chen Qingshan, the famous loser at Seventh Peak, is a real loser.
If it weren't for luck, he wouldn't even be qualified to stand here.
Having received a bye in both rounds, the person Chen Qingshan should be grateful to most is the Holy Son Ling Xiao.
If the Holy Son hadn't taken the initiative to ask for a fight, there wouldn't have been such a bye spot.
Unfortunately, luck is too elusive after all.
Of course, most of the sidekicks think so.
But only the wisest readers understand... luck is the most indispensable thing on the road to the peak of the Nine Heavens.
Otherwise, why would the destiny of creation be obtained by destiny?
When Tianming wants to sleep, Jiutian Xuannu brings a pillow?
I, the villain, wanted to sleep, but... I was sleeping with Destiny's childhood sweetheart?
I turned around and had my head blown open.
"Hehehe, isn't this Junior Brother Chen Qingshan? Junior Brother Chen, I advise you to surrender as soon as possible, otherwise I will accidentally kill you later."
Opposite Chen Qingshan, a tall and handsome Immortal Sect disciple laughed softly.
"Senior Brother Hou... let's... have a fight."
Chen Qingshan obviously had a trace of fear in his eyes.
Hou Xiu, the first disciple of the Third Peak, is forty years old and is in the third rank of Divine Marquis.
Let alone Chen Qingshan, who is a Xuanqing person, even his senior brothers and sisters who are also at the level of Shenhou may not be this senior brother's opponent.
There is no other way. I am older and have better resources.
His father is the third peak master!!
On weekdays, Hou Xiu would act recklessly just because of his status.
He said he was going to beat himself to death later, which was probably true.
However, surrendering without a fight would somewhat disgrace the Seventh Peak.
So, let’s try our best.
"A fight? Pfft! Chen Qingshan, I give you the opportunity, if you don't cherish it, you will die on the stage later. Don't blame your senior brother for being ruthless."
Hou Xiu sneered, and the sword in his hand suddenly came out of his body.
"A useless apprentice taught by a useless master, who gave you the courage to fight with me?!"
Hou Xiu's eyes burst with murderous intent, and before Chen Qingshan could react, the sword light in his hand was already shining brightly.
"Buzz."
The loud sword chant suddenly resounded throughout the world.
I saw Hou Xiu's figure stepping out and slashing a sword in the air.
The endless sword intent surged into the sea, like the Milky Way hanging upside down in the sky, and instantly enveloped Chen Qingshan's figure.
The dazzling sword light attracted the attention of many disciples around him.
But when they saw the shaky young man's figure clearly under the sword light, many people suddenly had a hint of sarcasm in their eyes.
Junior Brother Chen, aren’t you distracted?
A Xuanqing ant, if he doesn't surrender quickly, is he waiting to be punished?
Before he went on stage, he had already taken the elixir given to him by Feng Ruge. At this moment, he only felt hot blood all over his body, and there was a vague feeling that he couldn't suppress.
"Qingyou, you can inform the people of the Demon Sect to prepare to attack the mountain."
Below the battle platform, Ling Xiao's eyes were calm and he spoke with his spiritual consciousness.
"Yes! Master."
Among the crowd, Qingyou quietly retreated to the edge of the square, took out a voice transmission talisman from his arms, and said softly, "Mountain Master, the time is ripe."
In front of the main hall, Xu Yunzi's eyes were slightly focused, and there was also a trace of worry on his face.
"This kid, Xiu'er, is so serious! Although I often teach him that whenever he takes action, he must use 12% of his strength, but... no matter who he is fighting against! That little disciple is in the Xuanqing realm. If this sword strikes, he will not be able to do it.
Split in half? I’m really angry.”
Beside him, another old man in black robes shouted coldly. Although he was accusing Hou Xiu, there was a hint of pride on his face.
It is none other than the third peak master of Xianxuan Sect, Hou Shan.
"Junior Brother Xuyunzi, that disciple is from your seventh peak, right? If he really dies on the battlefield later, you won't be angry, right?"
Hou Shan turned his head and glanced at Xu Yunzi teasingly, with a hint of provocation in his eyes.
"On the battlefield, regardless of life or death, even if Qingshan is killed, it is because he is not good at learning."
Xu Yunzi's tone was calm, but there was a trace of resentment deep in his eyes.
The third peak master has always been at odds with him, and now he is taking the opportunity to make things difficult, which is expected.
He just didn't expect that the young disciple who had always been weak would suddenly become bloody this time.
Unfortunately, he used it in the wrong place.
With Hou Xiu's strength, Chen Qingshan would probably be... cold if he slashed out with this sword with all his strength.
"Hahaha, junior brother is right! On the battlefield, life or death does not matter!!"
Hou Shan laughed, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.
Pretend, just pretend as hard as you can!
Let me see if you can still be so calm and calm.
"boom!!"
The sky was full of sword intent, finally covering Chen Qingshan's figure completely.
However, at this time, there was no trace of worry on Ling Xiao's face, and even Feng Ruge seemed to have a smile on her lips.
She could feel that the rationality in Chen Qingshan's eyes was fading.
It's obvious that junior brother... took medicine.
"boom!!"
Just when everyone around them was shaking their heads and sighing, a ray of golden light suddenly filled the battlefield.
The light was a serious golden color, seemingly sacred and majestic, but... there was actually a heart-stopping evil intention permeating the golden light.
"Um?"
Everyone who was about to leave instantly stopped and looked towards the top of the fighting platform.
Even Hou Xiu's smile quietly solidified.
In the next moment, where the sword light was dazzling, a figure slowly walked out, with a golden stick about ten feet long in his hand blooming with endless brilliance.
"You can insult me, but you cannot insult my master!!"
Chen Qingshan raised his head and shouted loudly, his eyes turning completely blood red.
Then, with everyone watching in stunned silence, he rushed straight towards Hou Xiu.