Blame The Villain For Being Too Beautiful

Chapter 90: Villain Master (12)

There seems to be no ugly people in the cultivation world.

Zhao Wuyou's mother, Zhao Lin, was also a beauty with a beautiful nose and red lips, and she had a kind appearance.

For some reason, Zhao Lin was smiling all over her face, and Song Xuyi almost instinctively felt some fear the moment she saw Zhao Lin.

Zhao Lin didn't pretend to be the head of the school, and after coming to the door, she greeted everyone. Her words and deeds seemed extremely polite, and she didn't look like a mad love woman or a dementia as rumored.

However, even though Zhao Lin was all-round and exquisite, what she met was Ning Jingyu.

After replying to Zhao Lin with a few polite words such as "Has Master Ning's exercises improved in recent years?", "Is it suitable to come here?" I have nothing else to say, please forgive Jing Yu and leave."

Ning Jingyu was already more patient than before.

According to her temper in the past, even if the head of the Xuanshu Sect came, she would dare to face her in person. How could she have exchanged pleasantries with Zhao Lin for so long?

However, Zhao Lin didn't seem to understand Ning Jingyu's personality. After listening to Ning Jingyu's words, her face changed slightly. She glanced at Zhao Wuyou who was shy behind her, and sighed: "To be honest, I'm here this time. I have something important to ask Peak Master Ning—”

Ning Jingyu pursed her lips and did not answer.

Zhao Lin went on to say: "Although my daughter is not born with water spirit roots, she has a good understanding and is now full of spiritual power in her body. I am ashamed to say that since I met Ning Fengzhu, Wuyou has been very incomparable to Ning Fengzhu. Admire, I want to worship under your sect—”

Ning Jingyu raised his head and looked up at Zhao Lin thoughtfully.

Zhao Lin's gaze on Ning Jingyu thought that this matter was a joke, and the smile on her face deepened: "Knowing that Ningfeng Lord Gao Jie is arrogant and despises ordinary things, I just got a few secret treasures in the Xunmen recently, including the 'Luoxue Sword' No one can control it, and only a worldly genius like Master Ning can convince him..."

Ning Jingyu's expression remained unchanged, and the other people on the side all stared wide-eyed after hearing this: I have to say that Xunmen really spent their money this time, and they can even find the Luoxue Sword. You must know that the Luoxue Sword is a rumored The number one magic soldier!

Even though he has not been in the world of cultivating immortals for a long time, Song Xuyi has heard the name of Luoxuejian, and he couldn't help but glance at Ning Jingyu: Can Ning Jingyu really resist such a big temptation?

Ning Jingyu slowly stood up.

She looked directly at Zhao Lin, her eyes seemed to be looking at Zhao Lin, and she seemed to be looking at another person through Zhao Lin: "Ling Ai is innocent and lively, I am boring and dull in Luoyun Peak, and I am afraid that Ling Ai will be delayed. Master Zhao has found another good teacher."

Refused? !

Before Ning Jingyu finished speaking, Zhao Wuyou, who was standing behind Zhao Lin, turned red-eyed in disbelief.

The smile on Zhao Lin's face couldn't hold back: "Master Ning, the outside world has misunderstood my son, my son is sincere, not as rumored..."

"Master Zhao," Ning Jingyu interrupted Zhao Lin, "Why don't you teach Lingmei yourself?"

"Perhaps Master Zhao has forgotten. I met Master Zhao once a hundred years ago. Master Zhao's swordsmanship is superb. He bathed in blood to resist the invasion of the demons. He put life and death aside, which is extremely admirable." Ning Jingyu pursed her lips slightly, and looked at Zhao Lin again, with obvious regret in her eyes.

This is an emotion that is extremely difficult to appear in Ning Jingyu's eyes.

Ning Jingyu pondered over his words, paused for a moment before continuing to speak: "See you today, if it wasn't for his face not changing, I would even think that the head of Zhao has changed..."

Zhao Lin's expression changed slightly, and the smile on her face could no longer be maintained.

"Master Ning was joking," Zhao Lin squeezed out a smile, and stood up voluntarily. Even though she seemed to be trying to maintain etiquette, anyone could tell that her complexion was not good.

"Then we'll meet again in the competition tomorrow." Zhao Lin bowed her hands in a bow, and pulled Zhao Wuyou, who was about to cry, out of the room.

Before going out, Song Xuyi clearly felt Zhao Wuyou's venomous gaze. Knowing what happened, Zhao Wuyou probably hated him again, but Song Xuyi was not afraid, and looked back calmly—

Maybe it's because when two people live together, they will grow more and more alike unconsciously. Song Xuyi didn't expect that his eyes looked like Ning Jingyu at this time. Seeing Song Xuyi like this, Zhao Wuyou felt more and more jealous, his eyes almost It's about to bleed—

This visit ended badly. After Zhao Lin's mother and daughter returned home, the members of the Xuanshu sect who accompanied Zhao Lin's mother and daughter quickly dispersed, and Song Xuyi and Ning Jingyu entered the formation training again, but Song Xuyi didn't know if it was his own illusion, and always I felt that Ning Jingyu seemed a little absent-minded.

Song Xuyi stayed up all night and devoted himself to cultivation.

In order to enhance the visibility of the competition, after the competition, lots were drawn on the spot to determine the groups.

When the lottery was drawn the next day, Song Xuyi didn't draw Zhao Wuyou, but he drew an extremely powerful opponent, who was the most popular candidate to win the championship besides Song Xuyi and Zhao Wuyou. The opponent seemed to have carefully studied Song Xuyi's tactics. Song Xuyi fought extremely hard, and it took him a long time to win by a narrow margin.

This was a wonderful and fierce competition, even after the two stepped off the stage, the applause still lasted for a long time.

But Zhao Wuyou's victory was extremely easy.

She once again offered equipment that no one had seen before. Among them was a mirror which was a rare magic weapon, which could specifically attack the opponent's eyes. Zhao Wuyou's opponent had been tricked. When the originally outstanding young man stepped down, his eyes were red, swollen and weeping, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

A senior cultivator beside him sighed, the young man who was hurt by the mirror had already hurt his soul.

There will definitely be accidental casualties in the competition. Everyone will sign a life-and-death certificate before going on stage, but they are all members of the immortal sect, and the cultivators default to the end of the competition. Even though sometimes people are injured, most of them are unintentional mistakes.

However, Zhao Wuyou obviously did it on purpose:

The rabbit died and the fox was sad. After Zhao Wuyou won, there was silence in the stands. After a long time, there was a patter of applause in the stands led by Zhao Lin.

Zhao Wuyou sneered and jumped off the competition stage, looking resentfully at Song Xuyi beside the competition stage.

Song Xuyi didn't look at her.

Song Xuyi had a hard time winning that fight, and there was not much spiritual power left in his body. After watching Zhao Wuyou's fight, he sat beside him and closed his eyes to adjust his breath.

Zhao Wuyou met Ning Jingyu's gaze.

Ning Jingyu's eyes looked as calm as ever, but probably because Zhao Wuyou cared about Ning Jingyu so much, she still saw the hidden killing intent in Ning Jingyu's seemingly calm eyes.

Peak Lord Ning usually didn't even bother to look at him when he gave him alms, but now he finally looked at him because of Song Xuyi.

Zhao Wuyou was taken aback for a moment, the overwhelming sadness and resentment welled up in his heart again, his nails ruthlessly dug into his palm—

Mother had promised herself that as long as Song Xuyi was abolished in the competition, she would definitely become Master Ning's disciple. But at this moment, Zhao Wuyou changed his mind: Abolishing Song Xuyi is probably impossible. As long as Song Xuyi is around for a day, Ning Fengzhu will never see him, and if Ning Fengzhu pays attention to himself, he can only kill Song Xuyi...

Song Xuyi didn't know what Zhao Wuyou was thinking.

But she knew that she was already Zhao Wuyou's thorn in the flesh, but Zhao Wuyou's mirror was really tricky, and she would hurt her eyes if she was not careful. If the eyes are damaged, it will be difficult to maintain the subsequent battles.

The final is set three days later, what can I do during these three days?

Song Xuyi pursed his lips, looked at Ning Jingyu's back, his eyes lit up suddenly, and he had an idea in his heart—

Soon, three days passed.

Zhao Wuyou looked at Song Xuyi's face on the other side of the competition stage, and happily pursed his lips.

She deliberately revealed in advance that she had the magic weapon of a mirror, so that Song Xuyi could taste the futile anxiety in these three days even though she was suffering from fear.

No matter how powerful Song Xuyi's body skills are, so what? She will die soon!

"Seeing how young you are," Zhao Wuyou played with the mirror in his hand, feeling more and more complacent, and arrogantly raised his chin to look at Song Xuyi: "Let me do a trick first!"

"Concession!"

Song Xuyi was not polite either, he took two steps back and took out something from his sleeve.

After seeing clearly the cloth strip that Song Xuyi took out, Zhao Wuyou frowned slightly. He thought it was some important magical weapon, but saw Song Xuyi cover his eyes with the cloth strip, and then he swung his sword towards him !

Is she crazy?

Zhao Wuyou was taken aback for a moment, and then felt a strong humiliation: Song Xuyi actually thought that he could defeat him blindfolded, he really didn't know the heights of heaven and earth!

Zhao Wuyou was out of breath, Dang even dropped the mirror and attacked.

With cloth strips covering Song Xuyi's eyes, the mirror has no effect on her, but Zhao Wuyou doesn't believe that he can't beat a blindfolded Song Xuyi!

In fact, just as Zhao Wuyou expected, Song Xuyi's strength dropped a lot after being blindfolded. However, during the battle, Zhao Wuyou felt an increasingly obvious sense of oppression: Song Xuyi's sword was indeed much slower, but It seems to have the ability to predict, and even predict the number of actions in advance...

The more Zhao Wuyou beat him, the more confused he became. What's going on?

But Zhao Wuyou didn't know that during these three days, Song Xuyi had been blindfolded and fighting with Ning Jingyu who played her role. After all, a cultivator like Ning Jingyu could almost be able to fight after watching Zhao Wuyou fight once. After understanding Zhao Wuyou's combat methods, he can roughly deduce all of Zhao Wuyou's moves.

The more Song Xuyi fought, the more he got used to it, and his moves became faster and faster. Zhao Wuyou gradually lost the wind.

The anxiety in Zhao Wuyou's heart grew stronger.

She could clearly feel the sight of Ning Jingyu looking at the competition stage, if Zhao Wuyou had to choose, she would rather die than lose in front of Ning Jingyu.

However, the situation in front of him became more and more unfavorable. Song Xuyi's offensive was almost impenetrable. Seeing Song Xuyi's snow-white sword sweeping across, Zhao Wuyou had to take two steps back——

Seeing Song Xuyi whose eyes were covered by cloth strips and could only see one lip, resentment welled up in his mind, and Zhao Wuyou's mind was completely dazzled at this moment!

Zhao Wuyou was so anxious that he completely forgot his mother's advice to 'use it in private', taking advantage of the moment of avoidance, he took out the hidden weapon syringe in his hand!

"go to hell!"

Accompanied by Zhao Wuyou's roar, the poisonous needles as many as wool flew out of the syringe, shooting towards Song Xuyi densely...

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