Deadly Enemy Dressed as a Villain Master

Ge Huan wanted to slip away, but the leading disciple grabbed his arm and said arrogantly, "Go out, let's make gestures."

Ge Huan slowly broke free from his grasp, still smiling to welcome him: "I admit defeat, there is no need to compete, you are the best."

The disciples on the side all laughed and mocked.

"Ziyan, he dare not compare with you, he must know your strength."

Feng Ziyan clasped his fists to his chest, squinted and faked a smile.

Ge Huan took a look at the person named Ziyan. As far as he knew, it was Feng Ziyan, the tenth disciple on the list of the last Heroes Association.

On weekdays, he is so proud of himself that he is almost the same as when he was in the original world. I always feel that I am the best in the world, and others have to bow their heads to say hello when they see him.

The enmity with the original male lead is not as deep as usual, and he was taken advantage of.

"Looks like a boy with a pretty face, and his kung fu is probably just flamboyant, so it's not worth seeing."

"Let's go, Ziyan."

When he said this, he disagreed. In the past, his hands were not exposed to the spring water, and the flowers in the greenhouse were delicate. His family protected him from the wind and rain, and he knew how to take care of it. The skin he had always been proud of was actually discriminated against here.

A group of vulgar people, all of them have large pores, dry and dull skin, not slick, but they are embarrassed to talk about him.

Ge Huan was silent and didn't speak, wishing they would leave quickly.

The first disciple, Feng Ziyan, sneered: "It turns out that the disciples recruited by Master Wan Xing are so useless that they don't even have the courage to compete. I thought that the disciples who can make Master Wan Xing make an exception and accept them, no matter how powerful they are, they will be white. , shorter, people look stupid, cowardly, and have no characteristics."

Ge Huan gritted his teeth: "You...you are right." He said silently in his heart that he can't be offended, can't be offended, can't be offended.

Don't argue with idiots, don't argue with idiots.

Endure the calm for a while, and take a step back to open up the sea and the sky. Now I am like a mayfly, and I don't want to shake the tree.

"You don't look up and look at us, don't you look down on us?"

"... "

Ge Huan immediately raised his head and waved his hands frantically: "No, no, no, no, no, no, you have noble status, and I'm just an unknown little disciple who just came to the Junshan School, so I dare not look up."

It was the first time for Feng Ziyan to meet such a humble and humble person. No matter how unreasonable he was, this person would not be angry. Weird, but remembering that he was Ji Xingzi's apprentice, he felt uncomfortable. The first worshiped master is Ji Xingzi.

In the Junshan School, Ji Xingzi is both beautiful and talented. He created his own instant shadow art and illusion shattering art. His mana ranking is second only to the master.

He came here especially because he only wanted to worship him as his teacher.

But Ji Xingzi mercilessly refused in front of everyone.

The scene was extremely embarrassing at that time, he mustered up great courage, the accumulated expectations not only failed, but also became a joke, this is also the shame that he has buried in the bottom of his heart for many years since he came to Junshan School.

He vowed to make Ji Xingzi look at him with admiration, but even if he became a big disciple, Ji Xingzi never looked at him seriously.

He can't beat Ji Xingzi, his apprentice can beat him no matter what.

"Do you know where you are sitting today?"

"?" Ge Huan looked puzzled.

Feng Ziyan raised his eyebrows, but his tone was still arrogant: "The position of the eldest disciple is not something that others can sit at will."

"... "

The disciples held back their laughter when they heard this, they really made up Feng Ziyan for the sake of a competition.

Sure enough, it's a blessing, not a curse. If it's a disaster, you can't avoid it, and you can't get away with this beating.

Ge Huan sighed: "Then let's go out and fight, it's best to go to the grove." Don't be seen by too many people, don't want to lose face, the key is to lose face to Ji Xingzi, the only apprentice who is only a seedling, he is beaten to the point of crawling Can't get up.

"It's not your turn to choose, go, go out."

Feng Ziyan glanced at him contemptuously, turned around gracefully, and the disciples made way for the two to leave.

A person walks in front of him carelessly, with a leisurely pace

One person shivered behind, as if rushing to the execution ground to see death as home.

"It's right here."

Ge Huan stopped. He was poisonous. He was fighting at the entrance of the dining hall. Was he worried that others would not see him being beaten?The designation is intentional.

The rest of the disciples also came out, and some passing disciples stood by Feng Ziyan's side as they watched the play.

Feng Ziyan raised his palm: "I won't make things difficult for you either, if you get me in the palm of your hand, I won't care."

Ge Huan nodded without thinking, "Okay."

It was still noon at this time, a white floating cloud flowed away, the sun poured down from the cloud, pierced through the forest and through the leaves, and the wind picked up, rustling.

The two stood in the same place for a while, their pupils were soaked into amber by the sudden dazzling noon light, and Ge Huan raised his eyes slightly.

Feng Ziyan smiled frivolously, raised his palm slightly, and flames appeared in his palm.He is extremely confident in his cultivation, and he has used the fire technique smoothly and superbly.

Wu Shouzun held him in high regard and turned a blind eye to his behavior, which further fueled Feng Ziyan's usual arrogance.

Feng Ziyan looked at the person not far away: "Don't blame me for not reminding you, I am not responsible for death."

Ge Huan nodded firmly: "You don't need to be responsible, hurry up." Go back early to heal his injuries, anyway, he is the protagonist and will not die.

A smile spread from the corner of Feng Ziyan's mouth, his wrist turned quietly, and the flame suddenly doubled in size.

The heart of the disciple beside him couldn't help but raise his throat, what is this Feng Ziyan going to do?Do you want to kill the other party? You can bully and bully, there is no need to be so serious.

"Ziyan, take it easy, after all, he is the only disciple under Elder Wan Xing's sect."

Hearing this, Feng Ziyan felt even more uncomfortable. Jealousy made him completely unrecognizable, his smile was suppressed, and he said: "It's his voluntary, it has nothing to do with me, you have heard it yourself."

The other disciples echoed in a low voice, feeling a little guilty in their hearts.

The flame in the palm whizzed away like a gust of wind, and the surrounding wind was also insane. The fire split into three in the air, rotated and merged into one, and became bigger.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the fire, the Flaming Palm handed down by Wu Shouzun, only three people in the Junshan Sect can master it.

Looking at this astonishing scene, Ge Huan swallowed his saliva. He was so fierce and would change his form. If he hit this palm, would he still have a chance to go back to heal his injuries?

Suddenly, the flames aimed at Ge Huan violently, and he accepted the palm of the flame resignedly.

Wan Lai was silent, everyone thought that this palm would definitely kill Ge Huan.

But why...it's all right!

He still stood in place, and he himself was a little confused.

The other disciples were even more taken aback.

What made everyone dumbfounded was not that Ge Huan was fine, but that the flame automatically turned a corner and pointed directly at Feng Ziyan, faster and fiercer than before, hitting him directly to the ground, covering his heart, and screaming out in pain.

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

Ge Huan was surprised by this reversal, and he didn't turn his head slowly until the warm touch on his back slowly came. Ji Xingzi's phoenix eyes were gentle, and he smiled a little more.

It's Ji Xingzi coming!

The shock and joy couldn't be hidden in his eyes.

When everyone reacted, they were so frightened that they knelt down and bowed their heads in salute. It was more or less against the rules to hit his disciple in front of his master.

Feng Ziyan stared straight at Ji Xingzi.

Ji Xingzi patted Ge Huan's shoulder to comfort him, and then said coldly, "What are you doing? I don't know that the Junshan faction prohibits fighting and gathers people."

A disciple said, "No... it was Ge Huan himself who promised Brother Ziyan."

"That's right, it's okay to compete with Junshan disciples."

Ji Xingzi seemed a little angry, and said angrily: "I'm neither blind nor deaf, who would allow you to tell tales, you guys like to fight so much, then today I will slap each of you, what if this matter is exposed? I won't make things difficult You guys have three successes." After finishing speaking, he raised his hand and said, "Who will come first? The first one is courageous, so be gentle."

Ge Huan's eyes were shining brightly, staring at Ji Xingzi's every move. It would be a lie to say that he was not moved, but he just couldn't believe it.

The few disciples looked at it, feeling panicked, and hurriedly said: "Elder Wan Xing, we know we are wrong!"

"Don't dare again, Elder." Elder Wan Xing slapped him, so don't think about it for ten and a half months.

"Yes, yes, never again."

Feng Ziyan wiped the blood, stood up reluctantly, and sneered at the corner of his mouth: "I don't know what kind of ability this person has. He is a coward who can become the apprentice of Wan Xingzun. The challenge between disciples must be won by his master. I think What is not trash?"

The other disciples secretly sweated for Feng Ziyan. It is enough to show a foreign style in front of the disciples on weekdays, and even acted wildly on Wan Xingzun's head. As we all know, Ji Xingzi has a very cold temper and never gives face to others.

Ji Xingzi frowned, but Ge Huan preempted him when he was about to speak: "Whether you're trash or not, I'll see you at the Qunying Meeting, in a more solemn way, no matter life or death."

Feng Ziyan sneered: "Okay. Elder Wan Xing, this is what your apprentice said. I never thought of killing him, so let's wait and see." Then he saluted Ji Xingzi and left.

When the other disciples saw it, they hurriedly dispersed as well.

Ji Xingzi cried out in his heart, what is Ge Huan capable of, he has not made any progress in studying the Illusory Fragmentation Technique for two months, and now he is going to challenge him to a duel.

He didn't learn how to walk well, so he thought about running away first. This pretentious personality is exactly the same as his deadly enemy.

He is becoming more and more confused now, and he is about to split.

"Master, thank you for standing up for me today, I will not embarrass you again, please believe me."

Ge Huan's eyes were full of firmness. Damn, everyone here calls him a waste. As a man, he can't swallow this breath. Does he want to be a waste? It's not the setting of this broken book. The hero has been miserable all the way.

No matter how hard he struggles, he can still fail.

He had expected that after today's incident, he would not have a good day in the Junshan School in the future.

I have to force myself to be strong, otherwise anyone can bully him, just like now, if Ji Xingzi does not come in time, regardless of whether Ji Xingzi really wants to help, he will be beaten bloody Zi Yan said that momentum.

When Ji Xingzi said this, his heart softened a lot: "Well, of course I believe you, have you eaten yet, did you eat with us?"

Ge Huan smiled brightly: "Okay."

After the meal, Ji Xingzi left in a hurry after receiving a sound transmission from the master, and Ge Huan went back to Danggui Mountain alone to continue practicing the Illusory Fragmentation Technique.

The foundation is not good, it takes a lot of effort to learn everything, and you are worse than the author, can you write more miserable.

There are many other male three-year-old prodigies, let alone those who dominate the world and are enshrined in the altar at the age of seventeen or eighteen.

However, the male protagonist described by the author of this book is living a miserable life, and it hurts to think about it.

I hate it so much.