I’m Really a Villain

"This time, the six sects of the grand competition sent a total of sixty disciples to choose their opponents according to the method of drawing lots," the third elder said slowly: "two-two duels, one game wins and loses, the rule is that sixty enters thirty, three Ten into fifteen.

When there are fifteen people, one of them will be drawn bye, and the other fourteen will have a duel.

As for who can get the bye lottery, it depends on luck.

Fifteen into eight, and then the remaining eight, we will solve the opponent's disciples in the shortest time according to the length of each game, and we can choose the opponent for the next competition by ourselves.

Do you understand? "

"Understood," the disciples of the six major sects lined up in six teams replied in a high voice.

"Today, most of the forces in the Far West are gathered here. If you become famous here, it means that you will become famous in the whole West." The third elder glanced at all the teenagers present, and there was a hint of aura in his voice. He said deafeningly: "Use your full strength, the result of your ten years of hard work.

Just today, in front of your suzerain, under the gaze of so many people, let everyone remember your name. "

The encouragement from the third elder made all the teenagers present so excited that their faces turned red.

The blood in their hearts seemed to have nowhere to vent, and suddenly there seemed to be a gully in their chests, and their pride was exhausted.

Everyone has only one goal in mind, "to become famous."

"It's good to be young, just a few words can make your blood boil," Xu Zimo looked at the teenagers beside him, and said with emotion, "The martial arts stage has been set up, and the first stage, the first stage, the pure stage, the final stage, and the ugly stage will take turns."

Beside Xu Zimo, Bai Lixiao was dressed in white and stood at the front of the line. Her gaze was fixed on the young man in front of Yin Yang Sect from beginning to end.

Chu Yang was wearing a black and white Liangyi robe, and he also looked at Baili Xiao with piercing eyes.

The two looked at each other across the air, Bailixiao had tears in her eyes, and muttered to herself, "Brother Chu Yang."

She didn't even think about how much suffering the ordinary boy in that small mountain village had experienced back then. He could achieve his current achievements without resources and connections.

Bai Lixiao was faintly proud of becoming the holy son of the Yin Yang Sect. She was proud of Chu Yang and herself.

"It's really touching." Seeing Baili Xiao's appearance, Xu Zimo chuckled and said, "Tell me, if I crush his head like a watermelon, will you be sad?"

"Do you dare to kill people in the Six Schools Competition?" Baili Xiao asked calmly, turning his head.

"Things like misses are very common," Xu Zimo said with a smile: "Of course, if you cry bitterly now and kneel down to beg me, I will make his death look better."

"Take care of yourself first, don't fail the first round," Bailixiao replied with disgust.

"You don't need to worry about that," Xu Zimo said with an evil smile, "I'm going to cut him into pieces in front of you."

Bailixiao frowned, snorted coldly, and ignored Xu Zimo.

When the big competition started, the disciples under the stage burst into shouts like mountains and seas.

Because this is the home court of Zhenwu Shengzong, their voices are naturally louder, almost covering up the cheering sounds of several other sects.

The high-pitched voices were faintly connected together, and even the space was shaken, and there was a muffled echo.

Among these cheering voices, the support for Bailixiao was naturally the most.

She is beautiful, talented in cultivation, and a descendant of the Empress. This is simply the dream lover of many disciples.

And Xu Zimo also faintly heard the voice of cheering himself up.

"Xu Zimo, I want to give birth to a monkey for you."

His complexion turned dark, it would be fine if he was a woman, but these voices were particularly rough, and it was unknown where the man came from.

Then everyone began to draw lots, a total of 30 numbers, divided into two groups, and the disciples who got the same number will have a duel.

Xu Zimo looked at the number he drew and it was number seven.

After the grouping was completed, Xu Zimo stepped onto the stage of No. 7.

And his opponent was wearing a black robe, and he was a disciple from the Holy Sect of Purgatory.

The disciple glanced at Xu Zimo and said with a light smile, "Son of the deputy lord of the Zhenwu Sacred Sect, you said that if I eliminated you in the first round, wouldn't it be possible for me to become more famous?

As soon as the disciple finished speaking, he only heard a "clang" sound of drawing the knife. He didn't even see the shadow of the knife, and felt a stabbing pain in his neck.

The disciple shrank his pupils sharply, lowered his head and touched it with his hand, only to see that the flesh outside his neck was slightly cut.

"You're really lucky, I didn't miss it," Xu Zimo said with a light smile, "By the way, what did you just say? I didn't hear clearly."

"Hehe," the disciple laughed dryly, "The wind is so noisy today."

As he spoke, he walked down the ring in fear, his heart was beating wildly, he was hovering on the verge of death just now.

On the viewing platform below, Yan Hong, the patriarch of Purgatory Sacred Sect, said with a light smile, "Sect Master Xu, Young Master Ling is very strong, he can kill the disciples of our sect with one move of drawing the sword."

"It's just a game, it doesn't explain anything," Xu Qingshan smiled lightly and shook his head.

After Xu Zimo solved his opponent, he stepped off the stage and watched the competition of other people.

Because after the quarterfinals, the disciple with the shortest duel time has the right to choose his opponent, so many people try to resolve the battle as quickly as possible.

Chu Yang held the Youlong Sword in his hand, and with one sword, Yin and Yang qi permeated the air. The yin and yang qi are the way of opposites and the way of transformation.

When yin and yang represented two different and opposite ultimate attributes exploded in front of his eyes, the disciple was directly blasted off the stage.

Xu Zimo's eyes lit up, yin and yang are two qi, and they are not acquired yin and yang, but the most primitive innate yin and yang.

This is the main item for building his natal world. Xu Zimo feels that he and Chu Yang really love each other and kill each other.

"I was planning to kill him. I didn't expect this guy to prepare such a big surprise for himself before he died."

Xu Zimo originally planned to find the legendary Wangchen Bead, and then extract the innate yin and yang qi inside to construct the natal world.

It seems that now, even though he has taken away the World Orb from Chu Yang in his previous life, the other party's luck aura seems to have found the Wangchen Orb again.

"It's really a great treasure," Xu Zimo muttered to himself, he didn't want to kill it now, it would be nice to keep it in captivity.

But to avoid nights and dreams, he didn't want the positions of the hunter and the prey to be switched.

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With the end of the first round of competition, thirty disciples were eliminated.

The remaining 30 disciples drew lots again, and Xu Zimo got the number 12.

When he stepped onto the stage, he saw a young man in a golden robe with a sword in his arms waiting for him.

"Isn't that Yunxiao Jianlin Yifei," said a disciple at the bottom in surprise.