With the script in hand, attack the villain Xianzun

Chapter 63
"Congratulations to the little master, who has obtained the qualification to represent the sect to participate in the Immortal League Competition."

Hua Wanzhao speechlessly glanced at Ning Chenhao and Ming Yiqian, who had also obtained the qualifications and ranked higher than herself, and were deliberately ignored by Mu Linxiao, and Nangong Yi who was standing beside Mu Linxiao.

"I said," Hua Wanzhao looked at Mu Linxiao with contempt, "Could it be you who threatened Nangong Yi to abstain?"

It's not that Hua Wanzhao deliberately vilified Mu Linxiao, but because of Mu Linxiao's temperament, I'm afraid he can really do such a thing.

Mu Lin smiled and looked at Nangong Yi: "Why don't you clarify for me?"

Nangong Yi said solemnly: "Little master, even if I don't abstain, I will probably lose. Besides, the conditions offered by Elder Mu are very attractive for an outer disciple."

"Oh? Tell me, what conditions did he offer?"

Hearing that Mu Linxiao didn't force Nangong Yi to give up the game, Hua Wanzhao suddenly became interested.

"I entered Yuexiu Peak, and Elder Mu will provide all the reasonable resources needed for my cultivation in the future. You can also ask Elder Mu for advice on cultivation issues."

Ning Chenhao and Ming Yiqian looked at Mu Lin with a smile, their eyes flashed with disbelief.

That Elder Mu would actually do such a thankless thing?

"At the same time," Mu Linxiao raised his right index finger, "You are also the training partner of the little master, if your promotion speed is slower than the little master, you can ask for blessings."

Nangong Yi: ...I feel cheated.

"Mu Linxiao, you..."

What Hua Wanzhao wanted to say, Mu Lin smiled and raised her hand, interrupting her: "Didn't you complain that Wuzhu didn't give you a training partner before, didn't you care about it? Find you a similar training partner."

Hua Wanzhao was at a loss for what to say.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that Mu Linxiao has done a lot for himself.

When entering the trial, it was Mu Linxiao who opened the back door for himself.

In Anping Village, Mu Linxiao helped him several times.

In the secret territory of Qingning, he even saved her several times.

Now, he not only guides her in cultivation, but also takes the trouble to find a partner for her.

What is his purpose for doing so many things?
Is it difficult-

No way... Hua Wanzhao shook her head, remembering which book she read, one of the n illusions in life is that he/she likes herself.

"Little master?"

"Um……"

Mu Linxiao: He doesn't want to talk anymore.

Seeing that both Ming Yiqian and Nangong Yi were silent, Ning Chenhao had no choice but to explain: "Tomorrow is the last day of the contest, and Uncle Priest just asked you if you want to watch it."

"Isn't it over?" Hua Wanzhao asked a little foolishly.

It was Ning Chenhao who explained: "The Qi refining group and the foundation building group are finished, and the Jindan group still has a decisive round."

Looking at Hua Wanzhao and still being puzzled, Ning Chenhao continued: "The competitions in the Golden Core Stage are generally longer than those in the Foundation Stage, so they haven't ended yet."

"I see."

***
Because there is only the last one left, in order to have a better viewing experience, only the last one of the original three arenas is left, and it is set earlier in the center of the square.

"Who and who is the last one?" Hua Wanzhao asked.

Mu Lin, who was pretending to be an ordinary disciple, said with a smile, "He Xian and Pei Ji are the same."

Pei Ji and Hua Wanzhao knew each other. They brushed dungeons together in Anping Village. They were the head disciples. After hearing that the mission in Anping Village was over, he felt something in his heart and broke through the retreat.

But who is this He Xian?
"He is the son of the master of Xizhao Peak. He is about the same status as Yiqian, and slightly longer than him. By the way," Mu Linxiao suddenly turned his head to look at Hua Wanzhao, "I still remember that He Chun who spoke rudely a few days ago ?"

Can you not remember?She grew up so big, the only brazen person I've ever seen, of course I was deeply impressed.

"He Chun came from the He family in Xizhao Peak, but he was just a rotten wood. He was dispatched to Foreign Affairs Peak, relying on the He family to do his best."

Hua Wanzhao understood in seconds: "You mean, this He Xian is also from the He family?"

"And it's No.1 in the He family's generation."

Blinking, Hua Wanzhao asked, "I forgot to ask, how did He Chun deal with it?"

"Send it to Siguoya to clear the snow for ten years."

"Is this punishment heavy?"

Mu Linxiao pretended to be reserved: "Let me put it this way, he will be like this all his life."

If asked again, Mu Linxiao refused to say anything.

Hua Wan said as she thought, don't say yes, I'll ask Ning Chenhao and Ming Yiqian later!
I don't know what kind of wind Mu Linxiao had, but he insisted on Ning Chenhao, Ming Yiqian and Nangong Yi go to the other side to watch the game.

Hua Wanzhao still remembers Ning Chenhao and Ming Yiqian's weird expressions when Mu Linxiao asked them to go to the other side with confidence.

In the eyes of everyone, the two of them finally stood on the ring in the last match of this year's Zongmen Grand Competition.

From a long distance, Hua Wanzhao could feel the stern aura of He Xian who rejected others thousands of miles away.

He looked at Pei Jitong with an almost heartless indifference.

"This person..."

"He cultivates the path of ruthlessness."

No, it's not that I haven't seen someone who cultivates the ruthless way. People in the Beidou Shanna group are not as cold as this He Xian, right?

Before Hua Wanzhao could continue complaining, the competition on the ring began.

He Xian made the first attack, and Jishuang in his hand pressed towards Pei Jitong. During the process, it was obvious that the air around the sword's edge had condensed.Pei Jitong also mobilized his whole body's spiritual power and fought back head-on with forgiveness.

The two swords struck each other, and both of them took a few steps back.

When he raised his breath again, a piece of crystal ice crystals condensed on Jishuang's sword, the temperature of the surrounding environment dropped significantly, and the sky was full of snow.

"Manxue."

A disciple excitedly said: "It has appeared! It is Brother He's famous skill!"

But seeing that Pei Jitong was motionless, he swiped the sword in the void with one hand, and quickly formed a seal with the other hand: "Fenyan!"

The sword energy with fire spiritual power broke through Man Xue's heavy blockade, and approached He Xian's face, but was stopped by He Xian's body protection spiritual power a foot away.

Hua Wanzhao watched the confrontation between the two in the arena, and her heart was also agitated by this fierce competition: "Is this... the duel of masters?"

The proud fame technique was successfully blocked by Pei Jitong, and even almost successfully counterattacked, He Xian stimulated his spiritual power again.

This time it was the more powerful Yanxue.

Jishuang fell, entraining He Xian's huge spiritual power at the peak of the Golden Core, the white and blue Jishuang collided with the fiery red and golden Forgiveness, the spiritual powers of the two Golden Core disciples intertwined, and even the barrier around the ring Cracks appeared.

The result is that the red is one foot high and the blue is one foot high.

Pei Jitong was shocked by the sword energy leaked by Jishuang, and was the first to see blood.

"Pei Jitong is injured!"

"Little master is worried about him?" Mu Lin asked with a smile.

Hua Wanzhao said: "It's someone I know."

Mu Lin smiled helplessly and said: "After all, this is just a competition. He Xian is not a newcomer, so he will grasp his propriety. Even if it is ruthless, it does not mean that the opponent will kill the opponent."

In the arena, the competition came to an end.

He Xian made a seal with his sword, and a huge hexagonal snowflake-shaped formation appeared on the ground. Nine huge ice swords rose from the nine important eyes of the formation, and bursts of cold air emerged from the formation. Forming ice, the water vapor in the air continuously condenses into ice crystals and falls to the ground.

Here, Pei Jitong's hair was flying, He Xian's cold air turned into steam within three feet of him, and the golden red sword air occupied the eight directions representing the eight wastelands.

"It turned out to be—"

"Jianghai Ningbing!"

"Jie Yan!"

　First of all, self-satisfaction: This is the most satisfying battle I have written

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