The Strongest Supporting Role in Martial Arts: the Beginning of a Sword Book to Ward off Evil

"Isn't that Jing Lin, the close disciple of Venerable Lei of Wind Thunder Pavilion, the entire younger generation of Wind Thunder Pavilion is second only to Lei Qianjun's existence.

How could he be covered in blood?"

"Isn't the person next to him Lei Qianjun's maid Xue Lian, or Lei Shao's never-before-seen wife? How could the two of them be together?"

Lei Qianjun's face felt a burning pain, after he saw Jing Lin Xuelian, you are so in love with me, and after hearing everyone's discussion.

He would never have imagined that Jing Lin, who had always been obedient to him, and a snow lotus that belonged to him since birth, would express their feelings to each other and secretly secretly have fun behind his back.

This was a very shameful thing.

However, the young master of Fenglei Pavilion has always been a wise man, and is known for his modesty and prudence.

At this moment, even though his dignity as a man was greatly affected, he still pretended to be calm, looked at Xue Lian with tender eyes, and said with all concern: "Lian'er, you made me look good.

I know that I am often indulging in worldly affairs and neglecting you, but you shouldn't hide from me and let me be afraid of you."

After listening to Lei Qianjun's guilt-filled words, the guests couldn't help but praise Lei Qianjun's broad-mindedness and unswerving determination to love, even though he was busy with government affairs and neglected the lover's feelings, but in the era of male domination, this The act of breeding small to large is more worthy of praise.

When the guests thought about it, they couldn't help showing a look of contempt for the cheating couple.

But seeing Lei Qianjun walking towards Xuelian, he muttered, "Lian'er, I know I'm wrong, come back to me..."

A sword stood in front of him, Lei Qianjun stopped, and looked at the hilt along the body of the sword, followed by the cold and arrogant face.

Lei Qianjun's resentful eyes flashed past, and he quickly squeezed out a look of grievance and said, "Brother Jinglin, why are you doing this?"

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"Young Master Lei, what a deep scheming.

In just a few words, the responsibility was completely swept away.

Instead, he earned the sympathy of those who did not know the truth.

Wind and Thunder Pavilion will have you in charge in the future, why can't you be famous"

A smile appeared on Jing Lin's face, and everyone could hear his sarcasm... Lei Qianjun's face was as cold as ice, and he said, "Jing Lin, you have been in Fenglei Pavilion for many years, why did Fenglei Pavilion owe you anything! Acting, how can it ever be worthy of... I'm wind and thunder!"

Before Jing Lin could reply, he heard a commotion among the guests.

The voices of accusations against Jing Lin were always heard.

Everyone scolded Jing Lin for not knowing how to be ashamed and openly prying at the corner.

Koga was among the crowd, and when he heard their slanderous words, he couldn't help feeling even more disgusted.

Because from the beginning, he felt that Lei Qianjun was a little hypocritical.

Lei Qianjun, who was supported and supported by everyone, was in high spirits, swept away the gloomy atmosphere before, and regained his self-confidence as the young master, showing a condescending attitude towards Jing Lin.

At the same time, he swept across the snow lotus beside Jing Lin, with a sword in his eyes.

Seeing the resentment in Lei Qianjun's eyes, Xue Lian became terrified, and subconsciously shrank her body and pressed closer to Jing Lin.

Jing Lin, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly raised his head, and he glanced at everyone with a blank expression, his eyes contained a great chill, which made those who were in the early stage tremble. Ranked second in the generation, with an unfathomable high level of cultivation, looking at the younger generation of the entire Zhongzhou, it is also a rare existence.

What strength did he have to dare to make a fool of himself in front of him. His eyes returned to Lei Qianjun, and he said leisurely: "The Wind and Thunder Pavilion treats me well, but my loyalty to the Wind and Thunder Pavilion for many years is enough to repay the debt.

For the rest of my life, I just want to do one thing, and that is to love the people I love well."

Jing Lin turned back to meet Xuelian, but saw that she was also watching him tenderly.

He closed his eyes and sent an affectionate kiss.

Everyone was in an uproar, and Lei Qianjun's spirit, who had just regained his confidence, was once again severely attacked.

He couldn't hold back his anger, he gathered his qi with his backhand, and attacked Jing Lin with invisible qi energy.

Jing Lin turned his back to Lei Qianjun at the moment, not expecting this sudden blow.

But Xuelian clearly saw it in her eyes, she hurriedly gathered her energy, condensed on top of her long sleeves, and her long sleeves fluttered, forming a wall of air.

Bang bang bang! The long sleeves were torn into pieces by the invisible energy and danced in the sky.

Blood dripped from the corners of Xuelian's mouth, and under Lang Kong, it was very bright.

The air wall was broken, but it also dispelled Lei Qianjun's attack.

Xuelian lay weakly in Jing Lin's arms, a jade arm was exposed without the cover of her long sleeves.

It wasn't the jade arm of a young girl. The arm was covered with scars and scabs. The guests were greatly surprised: Is this really such a fairy-like arm? How could it be destroyed like this? Stripes of scars, he knew their origin better than anyone.

Lei Qianjun looked flustered and said nothing.

Jing Lin grabbed Xuelian's hand, looked at Lei Qianjun, and said, "Master, what's the matter with you?

Have you forgotten all the scars on her body, Lei Qianjun, these are all works of yours, how about you, are you satisfied with your masterpiece?"

His tone was flat, but it caused another commotion.

People couldn't believe that Xuelian's scar was actually done by the warm-hearted Lei Qianjun! People looked at Lei Qianjun with complicated eyes.

At this moment, Lei Qianjun had an unlovable look on his face. He didn't expect that the image that he had worked so hard for for many years would collapse in one day.

He looked at the peculiar eyes cast by the people around him, and heard the whispers of people.

Contempt, ridicule, ridicule, he felt all kinds of negative emotions blowing towards him.