I’m Really a Villain

And Master Huanglong also stood still, looking straight ahead calmly, there was a faint golden dragon flowing in his body.

It was as if the divine dragon was clearly visible in his blood, about to rush out of his veins.

"A single pine in the North Sea has been floating in the world for thousands of years," the Songyue mountain man yelled, and directly raised the giant ax in his hand.

The gigantic ax exploded with unprecedented power, tore through the void, and slashed towards Master Huanglong.

With a dragon chant, the real Huanglong's figure was illusory, as if he had really turned into a dragon, moving in the void.

One of the two is good at strength, and the other is good at speed.

We couldn't meet each other for a while.

After fighting for about five or six minutes, Songyue Mountain Man's momentum suddenly changed. He dropped his giant axe, clasped his hands together, and stood in a very strange posture.

Seeing the other party drop the giant axe, the real Huang Long on the opposite side looked suspicious, but he still hit it with his palm.

Hearing the sound of "Boom", Master Huang Long was horrified to find that his strength could not shake the opponent at all.

But by the time he wanted to get away, it was already too late.

Countless strands of spiritual energy turned into branches, encircling and suppressing it from all directions.

"Do you know why I am called Songyueshanren?" Songyueshanren laughed.

"Yue is Yueshan, and pine, because I am the pine tree on Yueshan, which absorbs the essence of heaven and earth and transforms into shape."

Seeing that the branches of spiritual energy were tying Huanglong tightly, the Songyue mountain people breathed a sigh of relief.

The opponent's speed is really fast.

He directly kicked Master Huanglong off the ring, but it didn't hurt him.

"Songyueshan people won this game. You can choose to fight again or go to rest."

"Let me take a rest," the Songyue mountain man said with a smile.

Immediately, someone else started to appear on the stage, and it felt like you and I would appear on the stage after singing, each leading the way for hundreds of years.

But everyone knows that these people are just warm-up appetizers, and the real big dishes will come later.

For the whole morning, the competition in the arena was carried out in this way.

Even Xu Zimo sighed, these people are really calm.

Finally, another competition ended.

As a figure stood up, the originally noisy scene gradually calmed down.

"The path of practice is like sailing a boat against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. It's better to let the monk push the boat."

I saw a bald monk walking steadily towards the ring step by step.

The prayer beads hanging around his neck are very large, and each prayer bead has a different skull pattern.

A gray robe that is a little old but very clean.

"It's pulling the venerable," someone said.

Drew Venerable is the abbot of Putuo Temple.

As one of the twelve imperial sects, the Putuo Temple has a long history.

As we all know, the previous emperor of Yuanyang Continent was Emperor Xianfan, and Emperor Xianfan would be Emperor Kunlun.

But before the Kunlun Great was carrying the destiny, in fact, the world called him the Kunlun monk.

The Venerable Tuo was his guide and brought him into the Putuo Temple.

This tractor venerable is a real old monster, and he doesn't know how many years he has lived.

It's just that in his words, all living beings are suffering, and the sea of ​​Buddha has no limit, and it needs someone to guide it.

And he pulling the Venerable is the light that leads all living beings out of the sea of ​​suffering.

"It seems that the master can't think about it too," Xu Zimo said with a light smile.

"This old monk is not reciting scriptures in his own Putuo Temple, why come out to join in the fun," Lin Ruhu snorted coldly.

"Maybe it's because I'm tired of reading scriptures," Xu Zimo said with a smile.

A young man next to him heard Xu Zimo's words and answered with a smile: "This brother's words are wrong, and the Venerable Tuo is a real eminent monk who has attained the Tao.

He came here to save all living beings from the sea of ​​suffering. "

"Then do you have any suffering to save?" Xu Zimo looked at the young man and asked.

"Yes, and there are many," the young man laughed.

"Poor aptitude, low cultivation base, and no family background against the sky, there are many things that I regard as a sea of ​​suffering."

Xu Zimo smiled and didn't answer the question again.

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When the Venerable was drawn onto the stage, many people who originally wanted to take the stage hesitated.

These people understand each other, and it doesn't matter if they stand still, but it is not an existence they can fight against if they are pulling the Venerable, but they are a little unwilling.

"I'll come," at this moment, a loud laugh came from not far away.

I saw a man walking up.

"They are all afraid of your name, but I am not," the man snorted coldly.

"I haven't tried it before. I'll know if I'm strong or not."

Venerable Tuo looked at the big man with a smile on his face.

Then he said: "The donor should meditate."

After his words fell, he saw an invisible force appearing around the man, pushing him directly off the ring.

Although the man resisted desperately, it was still useless.

Seeing this scene, everyone trembled in their hearts.

Just push him down without hurting him, this is the demeanor of a master.

"It's time to meditate, yes, these people should meditate.

What kind of strength should do what kind of thing," many people thought silently.

His Holiness said this not only to that man, but also to them.

The whole scene suddenly fell silent.

"Yawn," a figure lazily stood up from the chair.

He seemed to have just woken up, and said with a smile: "Take the old man, let's play."

Seeing this figure, everyone was silent again.

"Little Holy Land of Light," someone murmured.

The position where this person is sitting is exactly the position of the Holy Land of Little Brightness.

But judging by his appearance, they didn't even know him.

Several ancestors of the Holy Land, including the suzerain, have heard of it.

But this man, he was wearing a golden gown, his hair was a little disheveled and scattered behind him, he looked extraordinarily unruly.

It is a Chinese character face, about forty years old, with deep eye sockets, high nose bridge, and stubble.

These stubbles made him look more mature and stable.

Seeing the man walking up, there was a lot of discussion all around, even pulling the Venerable was a little surprised.

"I don't know which senior you are from the Holy Land?" Venerable Tuo asked modestly.

"Identity and name are not important. I walk the world just to achieve my ideal," the man said with a smile.

Xu Zimo, who was sitting in the spectator seat, stared at it for a long time.

Only then did he spit out three words, "Xiao Dingtian."

He was an old acquaintance in the previous life, and he could be regarded as a close friend in the previous life.

It's just that in this life, he met the other party before the Tianzong was wiped out in the Central Continent.

Also know the other party's true identity.

A friend from the previous life, because he was defeated by Chu Yang at that time, frustrated and downcast.

So at that time they could become friends.

But in this life, they are absolute enemies only because of their different identities.

This may be the ideal of the other party, and it is also a principle.

Venerable Tuo nodded his head slightly, as he recognized the other party's words.