Reborn Demon Lord She Holds the Invincible Script

"Ah Shu, do you know Wang Caogen?"

Shi Mo saw that Yun Shu's eyes were always on Wang Caogen and asked.

"Hmm." Yun Shu did not deny: "I have seen it twice..."

Finally, Yun Shu seemed to have thought of something interesting, and curled her lips: "I even beat him up."

There was a moment of silence, and Yun Shu looked at me as if to say, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Why, do I look like someone who advocates violence? It was that boy who provoked me first."

The three of them didn't know whether they believed it or not, but they nodded in unison.

The referee's voice came from the crystal screen, and a hint of interest flashed across Yun Shu's eyes.

"We're pretty lucky."

The battle on the main stage was between Wang Caogen and Feng Xing.

Wang Caogen is an alchemist, and like Liu Rufeng, he is a weakling. Logically speaking, Wang Caogen should not be allowed to fight.

Mu Ge pointed at the fat guy on the screen and said, "How can a weak alchemist like him play?"

"Do you think Wang Caogen wants to go up?" Liu Rufeng fiddled with the folding fan in his hand, obviously knowing more about Wang Caogen.

"If it weren't for the help from his elder master from the Alchemist Guild, his family's spiritual masters wouldn't even be able to put together a team of seven."

Mu Ge was puzzled: "Why do you still want to participate in the competition when it's already like this?"

"For glory." Yun Shu touched Mu Ge's head: "To prove that his family is a real family."

He is not a cultivator who has no one to rely on.

"Yes." Shi Mo then added: "Just like many families like Wang Caogen, they know that their strength cannot be compared with the four major families with a long history."

"But the family competition is indeed the fastest and most convenient way for them to become famous."

Mu Ge nodded ignorantly.

On the ring, the competition between the two has officially begun.

"Young Master Feng, please show mercy." Facing Feng Xing, the usually arrogant Wang Caogen did not dare to act presumptuously.

He is an alchemist and no one dares to hurt him. For the honor of his family, he cannot give up the competition, but he is really afraid of pain.

Feng Xing has changed his usual gentlemanly temperament. His waist has bent a lot and he looks very decadent. There is a gloomy smile at the corner of his mouth, which is very weird.

"Okay……"

In the lounge, Yun Shu keenly sensed something was wrong: "Feng Xing is not quite right."

Shi Mo frowned: "Well, but I can't tell what's wrong."

On the ring, Wang Caogen did not notice anything unusual and was even feeling complacent that Feng Xing had promised to show mercy.

"Game start--"

puff-

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh was heard.

As soon as the referee gave the order, the smile on Wang Caogen's face was frozen on his face forever before he could even retract it.

The referee rode the bird and stayed in the air, staring blankly at the blood-stained sword in Feng Xing's hand, the tip of the sword deeply inserted into Wang Caogen's heart.

“Grassroots!!!”

The middle-aged man's grief-stricken roar resounded throughout the arena, and everyone in shock suddenly came back to their senses.

Swah——

The long sword was pulled out, and blood gushed out instantly, and Wang Caogen's body lost support and fell to the ground with a bang.

The smile on Feng Xing's face was wild and distorted. He wiped the warm blood off the sword again and again, like a ghost crawling from hell, extremely terrifying.

The incident happened too suddenly, and no one expected Feng Xing to kill someone without any warning.

Shi Mo stood up suddenly, opened the door and walked out.

Yun Shu's eyes narrowed: "Let's go and take a look."

The referee jumped off the bird and withdrew the protective shield of the main ring. A middle-aged man with white hair rushed into the ring, hugging Wang Caogen's body and crying bitterly.

The referee's mustache trembled, frightened by Feng Xing's abnormality, and said calmly: "Feng Xing! Do you know that there are clear rules in the competition that you are not allowed to harm the opponent's life!?"

If the rules are violated, the result could be a ban at best, or even the entire family could be implicated.

This is also the reason why Mu Ge said at the beginning that he wanted to torment Mu Ying, but did not say that he wanted to kill her.

On the ring, the young man raised his eyes and licked the corner of his mouth with his scarlet tongue.

"So what? He's just a low-level alchemist from a small family. Could it be that the Alchemist Guild will be against my Feng family because of him?"

"you!"

Before the referee could say anything, the man holding Wang Caogen looked sad and angry, with endless pain and determination in his eyes.

"You killed innocent people! You don't deserve to be one of the four great families! You must pay for my son's life!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man swung his sword towards Feng Xing, but he was just a low-level spiritualist, so how could he possibly get close to Feng Xing?

bang——

With a dull thud, the man flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground. Feng Xing smiled evilly, raised his sword and walked towards the man.

"Wind!"

The referee saw something was wrong and stepped forward to stop Feng Xing, but Feng Xing dodged him with a strange move of leaning sideways, and the sword pointed directly at the man's heart.

In an instant, the long sword suddenly stopped just inches away from the man's heart, and no matter how hard Feng Xing tried, he couldn't move it at all.

The young man's gentle voice was now extremely cold: "Feng Xing, do you know what you are doing?"

Shi Mo controlled the sword with one hand, his pair of dark eyes were cold and heartless.

Feng Xing tried to pull out his weapon, but failed, so he simply let it go.

"Your Highness has arrived just in time."

Feng Xing stared at Shi Mo with a pair of bloodshot eyes, and the young man frowned: "If you break the rules, you and the Feng family will have to bear the consequences."

"I know." Feng Xing laughed, "Your Highness, it's just a small family. You shouldn't make trouble for me because of them."

"Why not?" The young man's eyes flashed and he attacked suddenly.

Feng Xing was kicked far away by the attack of the first-level great spiritual master before he even had the chance to react. He fell to the ground, spitting out blood.

After making sure Feng Xing couldn't stand up, Shi Mo's expression relaxed a little. On the ring, the strong smell of blood was still spreading.

"Your Highness, this..."

The referee was at a loss as to what to do with the mess before him.

The young man was silent for a moment, then said, "Calm down the Wang family first, and I'll take care of Feng Xing's matter."

The head of the Feng family was resting at home because he was overly criticized by Yun Shu a few days ago and he was feeling uneasy these days.

The Feng family members present now are nothing more than a few disciples and elders who have no power to make decisions.

The referee took the order and asked people to carry away Wang Caogen's body, and then helped the grief-stricken Old Man Wang away.

Yun Shu jumped onto the stage, glanced at the bloodstains on the ground that had not yet completely dried, and then looked away.

"I'm late?"

Shi Mo thought for a moment and said, "Not really, after all, I saved one person."

If Shi Mo had been a step later, Old Man Wang would have also been killed on the spot.

Yun Shu was about to speak when she suddenly felt a cold gaze entwined around her like a poisonous snake.

Looking for it, it was as expected, it was popular.

Only when she really came into contact with Feng Xing did Yun Shu realize his changes.

It's not just his figure. Feng Xing, who used to have a ruddy complexion, now has a pale face, even covered with a layer of gray that only the dead have.

If the person wasn't still lying there alive, Yun Shu would have believed that he was dead.