How did I imitate the big villain

Chapter 122 At first glance, it sounds like the kind of guy who can’t survive more than a few words.

"Where is your identity token?" Deacon Mo from Bao Pavilion said without raising his head.

He Changsheng thought about it and realized that what the other party was talking about should be the piece of signaling given to him by Li Daocun, otherwise he wouldn't be able to come up with anything else.

Deacon Mo took the letter casually, glanced at it from the corner of his eye, then looked stunned, and then rubbed his eyes vigorously, and then he was sure that he had read it correctly.

This is the leader's token, so the identity of the person in front of him is naturally self-evident.

Deacon Mo's attitude made a 180-degree turn, and he said eagerly:

"It turns out that eldest brother, you are the direct descendant of the headmaster. You and I have been famous for a long time. When we meet today, you are indeed extraordinary. Your achievements in the future will definitely be extraordinary."

As soon as Deacon Mo finished speaking, there was an uproar on the field. Many people wanted to rush up and see who this headmaster's direct descendant was.

He Changsheng's mouth twitched, and he saw that Qian Wen Wan was flattering but not wearing the same clothes. This routine seemed familiar.

But can’t these words be said in private?

Now that he is being watched, he really just wants to keep a low profile!

At the same time, several people who had been discussing in front of He Changsheng were dumbfounded at this moment.

Is it such a coincidence?

Especially the person who said that He Changsheng was a broom star, his face seemed to have been drained of blood in an instant and turned pale.

He couldn't help but cast his eyes for help on his friends who were traveling with him, and said with a guilty conscience: "I guess I didn't hear it just now."

The next moment, his "best friends" just gave him a look that was asking for blessings, and then chose to stay away without hesitation.

No one paid attention to the little episode here, their attention was still focused on He Changsheng.

But He Changsheng was not the kind of person who would calm things down, so he asked Deacon Mo casually: "What's that boy's name?"

"Oh? His name is Wei Sui, and he is an outer disciple." Deacon Mo was a little surprised that the headmaster's personal disciple was asking what an ordinary outer disciple was doing.

He has been the deacon of this treasure pavilion for decades, and he can basically recognize nine out of ten people from the Yuhua Xian Sect.

After all, I have to meet everyone once, and it’s hard not to know them.

Attempt?

What a bad name, it sounds like the kind of guy who can't survive more than a few words.

"Thank you very much. I wonder if my entry reward can be collected here?" He Changsheng reminded.

He has no eyesight at all. His time is so precious, how can he waste it on such trivial matters.

Only then did Deacon Mo realize what he was going to give He Changsheng, which made him confused for a moment. After all, there had never been such a precedent.

If it were given according to the standards of inner disciples, this would definitely be inappropriate.

The key point is that for someone with such a high status as a headmaster, there is no need to do such a small thing personally.

Even many inner disciples will assign outer disciples to run errands.

Deacon Mo: "Brother, why bother you to go there personally for such a small matter? Why don't you go back first and I will send it to you later."

"It doesn't matter. Since I've already come, why do I have the nerve to ask you to make one more trip, and I'm also a disciple, so how can I be special? What do you want the fellow disciples behind you to think?" He Changsheng waved his hand, satisfied.

He said with a nonchalant face.

The Yuhua Immortal Sect is just a bunch of sycophants, but he likes it!

Many people behind He Changsheng couldn't help but secretly curse, if they hadn't just seen you use the spirit stone to change places, they would have truly believed what you said.

Deacon Mo felt helpless. Having said this, he could not continue to shirk, otherwise he would offend the headmaster who had an unlimited future in front of him.

He had no choice but to make his own decision, thinking that the elders would not blame him.

"Brother, take this high-grade magic sword and these bottles of Qi Restoration Pills. If you don't have enough pills, come to me for them." Deacon Mo gritted his teeth and gave him the highest resources he could manage.

After all, if an inner disciple is promoted, he can also get a low-grade magic weapon. This high-grade magic weapon is an unknown level higher than that of the inner sect disciples.

He Changsheng thanked him, then turned around and left without wasting any more time.

It is worth mentioning that leaving this time became much smoother. There was no congestion like when he came in before. Wherever he passed, the disciples on both sides would take the initiative to make way.

Forget it, no matter how small a mosquito is, it is still flesh, so he will keep the Qi Restoration Pill first. He still needs this thing. He Changsheng directly chose to convert this tattered high-grade magic weapon into spiritual power.

Five hundred spiritual powers are obtained

I don't know when he started to look down on this spiritual power.

It's all the fault of the dog system. If the amount required for each simulation hadn't skyrocketed, he wouldn't have been like this.

He Changsheng was not in a hurry to go to Jiufeng. He went back to the small courtyard first.

On the way back, He Changsheng met Sun Youdao by chance. He turned his eyes slightly and immediately had an idea in his mind.

He Changsheng suddenly became depressed.

When Sun Youdao saw this, he couldn't help being stunned, and asked with some confusion: "Hey, brother, what's wrong with you? Have you been wronged in some way? Just tell me, your matter is my matter."

"Alas, it's hard to explain this matter, so it's okay not to say it." He Changsheng sighed.

Sun Youdao naturally refused to give up. He sincerely wanted to help. Such a good opportunity to sell favors was something that others did not have.

It was thanks to his foresight that he was able to provide help in times of need and hand over the headmaster's personal biography in advance.

The benefits in the future are simply not too many. Even if He Changsheng cannot succeed to the throne for a while, just saying a few kind words to the headmaster will be enough for him to benefit from endlessly.

Unable to refuse Sun Youdao's kindness, He Changsheng elaborated on what happened to him just now.

When Sun Youdao heard this, he was filled with righteous indignation and said: "Brother, don't worry, this matter will be taken care of by me. I will definitely teach Wei Sui a painful lesson!"

Don't forget, he also has the identity of an elder who teaches martial arts to the outer sect, and the inner sect disciples have backing, so he is not easy to deal with.

But dealing with an outer disciple is not a trivial matter.

"Elder Sun, this kind of incompetent person who doesn't want to make progress, has little contribution to the sect, and always likes to conspire behind the scenes is a waste of the sect's spiritual energy." He Changsheng hinted.

"I understand, just do as you say, brother!" Sun Youdao suddenly said.

You are still cruel!

Originally, he thought that a severe lesson would be enough, but He Changsheng obviously wanted to kill Wei Sui directly.

However, he had no reason to refuse.

We can only blame Wei Sui for not opening his eyes. He didn't want to offend anyone, but he offended such a vengeful master.

No one cares about the life or death of an outer disciple.

Seeing He Changsheng's figure walking away, Sun Youdao shook his head helplessly. This headmaster's direct disciple didn't seem to be a good person either.

(End of chapter)