I'm the villain's own mother

The next morning, before it was fully lit, someone knocked on Mu Wanwan's door.

"Sister Wanwan, I went out and bought breakfast. Do you want some?"

Mu Wanwan stretched and yawned and looked at the gray sky.

"No, you and Huaiyu can eat it."

After saying this, Su Hu heard a 'dong' sound. It seemed that Mu Wanwan was lying back on the bed again.

Mu Wanwan and Fengyuan chatted and arranged to practice some sword skills last night. They went back to their room to sleep in the early morning. Naturally, they couldn't get up before dawn.

Su Hu took the bun, turned to the others and shook his head.

Jiang Yingsi sheathed her sword at this moment and raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead.

"Feng Yuan practiced sword practice with her until early in the morning last night. It's strange to be able to wake up now."

Xiao Fengyu sheathed her sword after hearing this: "With senior brother's guidance, she should be able to take on many of Fu Huaiying's moves in this competition."

Su Hu laughed twice and handed the buns to Huaiyu: "Eat two, we have your competition this morning."

Huaiyu reached out to take it, looked at Su Hu with a bitter face, and comforted him softly: "You don't have to be like this, I believe you. Others don't know what your practice has been like in the past few years, but I know. You are now

The reason why you cannot improve your cultivation level is not because you are not diligent enough, but because your spiritual roots and immortal veins are too weak. You have no problem with swordsmanship and skills. So even if you have no chance of winning against Jade Qilin, you will not be able to win.

There is no problem at all with two moves.”

Su Hu didn't eat the buns either. He just hugged his knees and tilted his head to look at Huaiyu. After Huaiyu finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and pinched Huaiyu's face gently: "What you said is, I am a sword cultivator."

Can he be weaker than a spiritual pet like him? Even if he is a Nascent Soul, I still want to cut a piece of flesh from him."

For some unknown reason, Wang Buliuxing's sun was much softer than that of Taiyan Palace. Everyone was already packed up and ready to go.

Cui Wu nodded at the disciples of Taiyan Palace, and then asked in confusion: "Why is there someone missing?"

Jing Shen glanced at the crowd and took over the conversation: "Wanwan's competition is not today, so it doesn't matter if she doesn't go. It doesn't matter whether she learns from experience or not. Anyway, I will teach her. Let's go first and let her go again.

Get some sleep."

Cui Wu nodded and set off with a group of people.

Everyone present went straight to the place arranged by the Cangshan Sect, but there were a lot of people and it took a while to get there.

Before my butt was warm from sitting, I heard Song Wang starting to speak from the high platform.

"Everyone, today's competition is about to begin. Please come to the venue in an orderly manner and show up according to your lottery number. During the competition, disciples from each faction are not allowed to get too close to the competition venue. Participants outside the venue should stay at least ten meters away from the venue."

"The first group should be on the stage. After all, time is quite tight. Who will be the first to appear on our side?"

Master Huimou suddenly spoke.

After hearing this, Meng Die sighed: "Uncle Fourth, it's me, number five."

The disciples of the sect had already figured out what role they were facing today.

Huimu reached out and patted Meng Die on the shoulder, smiling kindly: "Don't be afraid, this is a disciple of Kun Dao who majors in Talisman and Seal Writing from the Dao Dao Sect. I am afraid that his current cultivation level is lower than yours. Sword cultivators often jump to the next level and fight.

, it should be easy for you to hit her."

Meng Die smiled: "Thank you, Fourth Master Uncle, for the tip."

"Today's competition will begin soon. The first ones to appear are Little Master Su Ling of Tanhua Sect and Liu Wenmin of Qingyin Pavilion. Please come on and prepare."

At this time, Hui Mu returned his gaze to his apprentice: "Su Ling is Jing Kong's youngest master uncle. I remember correctly that he entered the school one year earlier than Jing Kong. Liu Wenmin is not weak either. Judging from his current cultivation level,

She should have reached Nascent Soul, and is on par with Su Ling. She majors in the Evil Illusion Path and Tianke Buddha Cultivation."

"Master." Mu Wanwan's voice suddenly broke in, interrupting Hui Mu's words.

Jing Shen pulled Mu Wanwan beside him and sat down: "Why are you here?"

Mu Wanwan smiled: "Everyone is coming, of course I will come too. Even if we don't compete today, I will follow and take a look so that I can learn something." After saying this, Mu Wanwan turned around again: "Uncle Fourth Master, you

What did you say about evil fantasy? Tell me about it too."

Master Huimou smiled, and then spoke: "Evil illusions are formed from the evil thoughts of people's hearts. They are particularly harmful to the most pure and kind people. Every evil thought in them is the most cruel illusion in the world. If there is

When the human heart becomes intolerable and wants to save the people or things in it, evil hallucinations will attack the sea of ​​consciousness. The way to break the evil hallucinations is to kill them through the hallucinations. But Buddha Xiu Liu Wenzhen has already won without a fight."

As soon as he finished speaking, a girl's playful voice came from the other side.

"Hello, little master, Liu Wenxuan of Qingyin Pavilion is here to ask for advice." I saw Liu Wenxian doing the unique etiquette of a music cultivator.

"Amitabha, poor monk Su Ling, ask the girl for advice." Su Ling clasped his hands together, then sat cross-legged on the high platform and recited an unknown scripture.

I don’t know why, but after just listening to a few words, Mu Wanwan felt pain in the back of her head.

Liu Wenmin, who was on the stage, seemed not to have expected: "You, a monk, took action so suddenly." After saying that, Liu Wenmin took out his flute.

As the flute gradually sounded, Mu Wanwan felt that the pain in the back of her head was no longer so painful, but hallucinations began to appear in front of her eyes.

Fierce fire dyed the sky red, and the ground was covered with corpses of monsters. She saw her miserable state through the blood, the clouds in the sky were motionless, and the trees nearby were shaking.

Then she saw a severed limb of a demonic beast attacking people with demonic power, and her eyes followed closely, that was——

Master Cuiwu and Master Huimu?

Turning her eyes again, she saw her master standing aside covered in blood, with despair in her eyes.

Suddenly, Mu Wanwan felt a chill in the back of her head, and then the fantasy in front of her eyes gradually faded away.

The red sky gradually turned blue, and the smell of rust lingering on the tip of the nose was gradually replaced by the fragrance of medicine. The bloody person in the fantasy was now sitting beside him intact.

"Yin Xiu's illusion is limited in scope. Song Wang could not even imagine that half of the people in the place fell into the illusion. Fortunately, he still made a barrier. Otherwise, after this Immortal Sect Conference, the Cangshan Sect should

It’s just a big joke.”

Feng Yuan took a sip of tea: "I'm afraid it's already happened now."

After Mu Wanwan regained her clarity, she heard this conversation. She couldn't answer anything, so she just looked at the competition on the high platform.

Outside the barrier, as the range became smaller, the scarlet-like illusion slowly leached golden light from within.

Then the light became more and more intense, until the illusion completely disappeared, and the entire stage became bright again after the golden lotus appeared.

Jing Shen stretched out his hand to pick up the tea cup, scraped off the foam, and said without raising an eyebrow: "The disciples of Tanhua Sect are indeed extraordinary. Such evil illusions are actually purified from within using their own spiritual power as a guide.

With such disciples, the old monk of Tanhua Sect actually keeps saying that his sect is going to be over, really."

Mu Wanwan looked up and saw Su Ling swaying as she stood up, and then said, "Cheng Rang."

There was no trace of defeat in Liu Wenzhen's voice, and she was even more excited than at the beginning.

"Little Master Su Ling is a hero of the world. Wen Xin is willing to be defeated. I hope I will have a chance to compete with the little master next time."

"In the first round, Tanhua Sect, Su Ling wins!"