Fantasy: I Am The Villain

"Xiao Yan, today you are disrespectful to Young Master Chu. Since I am the Son of Changhe, I shall clean up the sect for Changhe Sword Sect!"

Lu Shaolin took a step forward, and the spirit sword in his hand raised a dragon chant!

The sword intent surged all over the sky, vast as the sea, and poured down on Xiao Yan's head in an instant.

If Lu Shaolin took this blow for real, Xiao Yan would probably be turned into pieces of flesh and blood on the spot!

"Brother Lu's sword dragon roaring sky is really terrifying!"

"Senior brother Lu's spiritual infant cultivation is in the middle stage, but this Xiao Yan is only in the late stage of alchemy. How can he compare with brother Lu?"

"Xiao Yan is going to be finished!"

A group of inner disciples spoke out one after another, thinking that Xiao Yan could not resist.

"Well, Lin'er's move already has the charm of a sword!"

"Okay, the Holy Son is extraordinary, my Changhe Sword Sect is expected to prosper!"

Some elders of the Changhe Sword Sect also nodded when they saw Lu Shaolin's move, and their eyes flashed with satisfaction.

But all the major forces that came to watch the ceremony were very afraid.

Lu Shaolin really deserves to be the long-renowned master of swordsmanship!

"Hmph, good time!"

Xiao Yan, however, was content and fearless. After a light drink, the spirit sword in his hand suddenly flashed, and the sword energy came out through the sword.

Then, he stood up and walked towards Lu Shaolin.

"I'm going to lose."

Chu Yuan took a sip of the tea in his cup and shook his head slightly.

"Brother Xiao...Xiao Yan will not be defeated."

Meng Siyao, who had always been as quiet as a virgin, suddenly chuckled, and looked at Xiao Yan with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"Are you very confident in Xiao Yan?"

Hearing this, Chu Yuan turned his head and glanced at Meng Siyao, with a smile drawn up from the corner of his mouth.

In fact, when he said that he was about to lose just now, it was Lu Shaolin, not Xiao Yan.

Although this Lu Shaolin's realm is higher, and the movements of his attacks are also extraordinary, but Xiao Yan's sword moves have a trace of swordsmanship, pointing directly at the source.

The son of luck, rebelling against powerful enemies is just a basic operation.

In Meng Siyao's ears, Chu Yuan's casual question made her terrified instantly, and she quickly withdrew her gaze from Xiao Yan.

"Master Chu was joking, but Siyao just said it casually."

"oh?"

Chu Yuan smiled even more when he heard this.

Although Chu Yuan didn't look at him, but for some reason, Meng Siyao had the feeling that he had already seen through him.

"Why don't you talk?"

Chu Yuan raised his head and drank the fragrant tea soup in the cup in one gulp.

Meng Siyao lowered his head, tried his best to maintain the superficial calm, without saying a word.

"You try so hard to keep calm, are you afraid that I will see that your relationship with Xiao Yan is extraordinary, and that I will deal with him?"

"Young Master Chu is what you say, Siyao dare not refute."

At this moment, the most noble and arrogant saintess of the Changhe Sword Sect behaved extremely humble.

"interesting."

Chu Yuan gave Meng Siyao a meaningful look.

This Changhe Sword Sect Saintess must be the heroine.

This kind of perfect woman with extraordinary talent, good looks, delicate mind and austerity, but she cares about the male protagonist from an ordinary background in her heart.

Isn't it the dog author who used the rotten hostess design?

During the conversation, the figures of Xiao Yan and Lu Shaolin finally collided in the center of the hall.

I saw one after another of terrifying sword glows splitting the air instantly, making ear-piercing screams, and accompanied by a bang, turned into a storm and swept away in all directions.

Many inner sect disciples standing not far away hurriedly used their body protection aura to resist the sharp sword energy in a panic.

Smelling the smell of blood in the air, many disciples shook their heads.

"This Xiao Yan is probably in danger."

"Dare to fight with the Holy Son, I really overestimate my capabilities!"

"Defeated, this Xiao Yan must have lost."

"I think he might be useless."

"..."

All the disciples in the hall were shocked when they saw the two fighting, but no one was optimistic about Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan was able to win the ten-dynasty martial arts championship, although his talent is extraordinary, but since Lu Shaolin can become the Holy Son, his talent is naturally peerless.

If the two have the same realm, there may be some suspense in this battle.

But now, Lu Shaolin is almost a realm higher than Xiao Yan.

There will be no suspense in this battle, Lu Shaolin will definitely win!

However, when the sword intent pervading the hall gradually dissipated, all the disciples were stunned.

In the hall, there was a figure in tattered clothes, half kneeling on the ground with a sword in his hands, dripping with blood, extremely miserable.

The other figure was unscathed, standing proudly with a sword in his hand, full of vigor!

And the one standing there was none other than Xiao Yan!

"How can this be!!"

Even the lord of the Changhe Sword Sect and several elders of the Changhe Sword Sect had expressions of disbelief on their faces, feeling unbelievable about the result of this battle.

Seeing Xiao Yan's easy victory, Meng Siyao unconsciously showed a hint of joy on his face, and secretly looked at Chu Yuan.

But what she didn't expect was that there was no shock on Chu Yuan's face, but a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

It really is such a plot!

Chu Yuan was powerless to complain, he had watched this kind of plot of jumping over the stairs and beating up the villain, leaving everyone dumbfounded hundreds of times.

Those dog writers thought this kind of plot reversal was subtle, and they were really drunk.

Noticing the joy on Meng Siyao's face and the surprise when he peeked at him, Chu Yuan suddenly had a bad taste in his heart.

What a couple of dogs and men, they really are concubines.

However, you pretended to slap your face in front of me, did you ask me?

Since the system asked me to be a villain, I must show some villain style.

On pretending to slap in the face, you are a lucky son of a native, can you be more familiar than me?

"How is it possible... how is this possible!"

In the hall, Lu Shaolin supported the spirit sword that was already pitted on the surface, half kneeling on the ground, trembling all over, unable to believe that he was actually defeated.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, Lu Shaolin sprayed a mouthful of blood onto the ground.

From the looks of it, it was obvious that he was seriously injured.

"Junior Sister Meng." Chu Yuan suddenly leaned into Meng Siyao's ear, "Tell me, if I meet Xiao Yan, what are my chances of winning?"

Chu Yuan came over suddenly, startling Meng Siyao.

But because she was afraid of offending Chu Yuan, she did not dare to dodge at all.

Smelling the man's breath suddenly coming from beside her, Meng Siyao's pure white jade neck was stained with a tinge of red.

"Little girl...don't dare to jump to conclusions." Meng Siyao stammered.

Her gesture fell into the eyes of everyone in the palace who didn't know the truth, as if she was extremely shy when facing her lover.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Yan's eyes were tearing apart in the hall.

On the side, Meng Xinghe, the lord of the Changhe Sword Sect, had his eyes brightened and he was ecstatic.

"Don't dare to jump to conclusions?"

Chu Yuan raised his eyebrows.

It seems that in Meng Siyao's eyes, he may not be Xiao Yan's opponent.

Too.

As a child of luck, how could the author of the dog not arrange some powerful cards.

Thinking of this, Chu Yuan glanced at His Highness Xiao Yan.

Sure enough, Xiao Yan wore a simple ring on the index finger of his left hand.

"Grandpa with you?"

Still the old routine! !