Quick Transmigration Goblin: Don't tease, the villain is turning black

Chapter 229 Acacia Sect: Social Fear Master Vs Sick Apprentice 4
Quan Jiu: "..."

Wait, isn't this the same script as I thought it would be?

There was a smile on the corners of the mouths of Zhou's head and the others.

"Master Lan, according to the regulations, the winning disciples of each sect will go to the folks to catch demons, so as to promote the orthodox style of our Cultivation School. But your disciple was eliminated in the first round, and the entire Hehuan Sect is gone. The candidate for the demon..."

"One of the eight great sects, but it can't even choose a monster catcher. It's really shameful."

Under the martial arts competition stage, some people have already voiced their dissatisfaction.

The head of the Xiangshan School nodded while stroking his long beard, with a dignified expression on his face.

"Master Lan, it's not that I want to embarrass you, but the Hehuan Sect is too withered and desolate, and it is no longer worthy of being included in the eight great sects."

Head Zhou nodded and agreed:
"The Hehuan Sect doesn't need to participate in the matter of catching monsters, but the reputation of these eight sects may not be able to be kept."

A group of people who speak to you and me speak to each other, the purpose is very clear, which is to remove the Hehuan Sect from the eight sects.

A cold look flashed across Quan Jiu's eyes, and he was well aware of their careful thoughts.

The Immortal Cultivation Sect has a rule that no infighting among the eight major sects is allowed. Once the Hehuan Sect is removed, it will become a lamb at the mercy of others.

A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Although the disciples of the Hehuan Sect are withered, there are still many precious and exclusive classics in the library. These old things want to swallow these classics when they make it clear.

Thinking of the side mission of revitalizing the sect, she raised her hand and pulled out Ji Xiao's sword from its scabbard.

"Om."

The silver-white long sword was buzzing, a layer of faint red light flowed from the sword, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if it was an illusion of everyone.

Seeing that she was holding the "Emperor Xie" in her hand safely, Ji Xiao's eyes flashed with shock.

For the first time, he took a serious look at his nominal master.

Holding the sword in his hand, Quan Jiu made a sudden movement, cutting off a piece of white robe, and the white cloth was floating in the air. When she raised the sword, the white cloth fell into her hand.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, she covered her eyes.

"Who said that there is no one in my Hehuan sect, isn't there still me?"

001's mouth twitched:
"Pretend to be struck by lightning, and if you can't beat it later, hurry up and hug Ji Xiao's thigh."

Quan Jiu: "Shut up for me."

She dragged Ji Xiao's sword onto the arena, without the slightest intention of returning the sword to him.

Master Zhou frowned:
"Master Lan, are you sure you want to compare yourself?"

His Gu Jianzong sent Huangfu Jue, the most famous genius of this generation. Lan Tingruo is not even comparable to Ji Xiao. If he really compares with Huangfu Jue, he will definitely lose.

Quanjiu intends to make a quick decision:

"Don't talk nonsense, let's compare directly."

Her legs are shaking now.

Not because she is afraid of death, but because of her social fear physique.

When there are too many people, the legs tend to cramp and the tongue tends to get knotted.

Sect Leader Zhou nodded towards Huangfu Jue, signaling the start of the match.

Huangfu Jue held the Neon Sword and rushed towards Quan Jiu.

Quan Jiu didn't dodge or evade, standing where he was, in the eyes of others, he was giving up on himself and waiting to die.

Seeing that the long sword was about to split Quan Jiu's face, the Emperor Xie Sword in her hand trembled, and a layer of red light slowly emerged from her whole body.

Ji Xiao frowned slightly, expressing his incomprehension about the abnormal behavior of Emperor Xiejian's protector today...

"boom--"

When the sharp blades meet, there is a huge friction sound!
The competition arena with Quan Jiu and Huangfu Jue at the center exploded, dust and gravel flew everywhere, making it impossible for others to peep into the scene at the center.

"How could there be such a strong energy fluctuation?"

Head Zhou stared at the center and stood up abruptly from his seat.

"Master, don't worry, maybe Brother Huangfu's swordsmanship has improved again."

The disciples on the side were guessing.

The head of Zhou reluctantly relaxed his heart.

"With such a strong sword energy, I don't know whether the master Lan is alive or dead..."

The dust dispersed, finally revealing the middle scene of the competition arena.

Quan Jiu's white robe fluttered, and the hem of her skirt fluttered in the wind. She held a sword in each hand, and stared at the man kneeling on the ground crazily vomiting blood with her delicate eyes and cold eyes.

"what?!"

Head Zhou was just about to sit down, but before his butt touched the seat, he stood up again with a thud.

He stared at the unscathed Quan Jiu, and at the embarrassed Huangfu Jue, for a moment he completely forgot to react.

"how so……"

"Senior brother Huangfu lost?!"

"How is this possible, the head of Lan is obviously very weak..."

People from the seven sects were all shocked, but Ji Xiao had a calm face, his eyes fixed on the blue long sword that Quan Jiu had in his right hand.

He thought he had found the reason for protecting the Emperor's evil sword, but he never expected that the Long Yuan sword, which had been missing for nearly ten thousand years, would be in her hands...

The head of the Xiangshan School stared at the two swords in Quan Jiu's hands, with faint doubts in his eyes.

This sword that appeared out of nowhere looks familiar...

Ji Xiao's long eyes drooped slightly, and his fingertips moved slightly. The blue long sword in Quan Jiu's hand suddenly lost its light and returned to its original silvery white color. At first glance, it was no different from an ordinary long sword.

The Xiangshan faction blinked and said in doubt:
"It's strange... Could it be that I read it wrong..."

"Neon...my neon..."

Huangfu Jue held the Neon Sword with only the hilt left, his hands trembling, he picked up the fragments on the ground, trying to piece together the original appearance of the sword, but after searching for a long time, the fragments of the Neon Sword could not be found no matter what. uneven.

Quan Jiu stared down at the people on the ground:

"Huangfu Jue, can you admit defeat?"

Huangfu Jue finally looked up at Quan Jiu, to be precise, at the sword in her hand.

Neon is the ultimate magic weapon, and there is only one in the entire Gujianzong, which was passed to him by the head...

But right now, Neon was shattered by this ordinary silver long sword.

"I surrender."

Every time he said a word, the blood at the corner of his mouth overflowed a little more.

"I really lost..."

"How did Master Lan manage to shatter the top-grade magic system? There are only three top-grade magic weapons in the world. Now it's fine, and one is missing..."

"The only thing that can easily shatter a top-grade magic weapon is the rumored artifact..."

"Are you kidding? The artifact is just a legend. Is it not certain?"

Quan Jiu heard so many people talking, his legs trembled even more, and he stammered:
"Next, next!"

The head of the Xiangshan School signaled for the disciples of his own school to come on stage.

"I'm Su Ji, please ask Master Lan for advice."

Su Ji stared at her trembling legs, a look of disdain flashed in his eyes.

With just this little guts, you still want to be the leader?
Quan Jiu nodded:

"let's start."

Three seconds later, Su Ji fell to the ground.

A blood-colored vine twined out from Quan Jiu's arm, and the blooming irises swayed his waist, while the other end of the vine was inserted straight into Su Ji's abdomen.

The vines are like a child who has been hungry for a long time, desperately absorbing nutrients, making the sound of sucking blood.

Quan Jiu slapped the vine with a sudden slap.

"Stinky bastard, it's so bad!"

The vines trembled aggrievedly, and rubbed against the back of her hand as a gesture of affection.

　001: We agreed to be trash together, but you became a full-level boss behind my back?
　　Quan Jiu looked confused: I said I don't know why they appear, do you believe it?
　　001: "Get lost..."

　　good night.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)