I've Led the Villain Astray, How Do I Fix It?

This competition is to select the most outstanding disciples, but from another perspective, it might as well give these disciples a stage to show themselves.

For the sake of their own future, these contestants competed desperately one by one. From what Xu Ziyan learned, it was only a month, but the number of monks who died in this competition had already reached three digits.

Not to mention that there are still hundreds of monks who are seriously injured, and some of them have broken all the meridians in their bodies, completely cutting off the path of cultivating immortals. However, no matter how tragic the result is, there are still countless monks who are participating in this extremely dangerous competition one after another.

The fight that Xu Ziyan was watching was very brutal right now.From the very beginning of this match, the male cultivator was in a state of being suppressed by the opponent's female cultivator.

Xu Ziyan could tell that the female cultivator had already reached the mid-stage of pulse coagulation, while the male cultivator was only at the early stage of pulse coagulation, but from the actions of the male cultivator, it was easy to see that this was an experienced casual cultivator, while the female cultivator The moves that Xiu uses are always rigid, if not for the suppression of some cultivation bases, I am afraid that he would have been beaten out by that male Xiu long ago.

"Brother, who do you think will win?" Xu Zirong asked softly in his brother's ear.

Xu Ziyan glanced at him, and said slowly: "On the surface, the male cultivator was suppressed and had no power to fight back, but... From the combat experience, he didn't know how many blocks he left the female cultivator. Besides, I I think his current behavior is a bit weird, the female cultivator's suppression of him is far from as strong as he showed, if I guess correctly, the male cultivator is probably setting the female cultivator a trap."

Xu Zirong smiled slightly, but did not speak.

In his eyes, he had already seen that although the male cultivator fled in embarrassment after being chased, he was definitely not as bad as he showed.

Because of the difference in cultivation, his spiritual power is much lower than that of the female cultivator, but if it continues to develop like this, it may not be long before the female cultivator will find that her strength is exhausted.

The fact is just as he deduced, the female cultivator was very happy to chase after her at first, she smiled and looked at the male cultivator in a panic, but after a while, she found that her spiritual power was a little behind. , Hastily took out the pill from the Qiankun bag and was about to put it in his mouth.

How could the male cultivator give him such an opportunity, suddenly erupted, and a sword light swung out, and the female cultivator could only temporarily stop taking medicine in order to resist the sword light.

The female cultivator, who originally planned to block the male cultivator's attack and then take medicine to replenish her spiritual power, found that the male cultivator seemed to be crazy, ignoring the scars left on his body by his own ribbon, but Single-mindedly stop myself from taking medicine.

It didn't take long for the female cultivator to panic. She had spent a lot of spiritual power chasing the male cultivator before, and now she had to constantly resist the male cultivator's crazy attacks, and her spiritual power dropped even more.

The most hateful thing is that she is obviously holding a bottle of Buyuan Pill in her hand, as long as she eats it, she can restore [-]% of her spiritual power, but under the crazy attack of that male cultivator, she doesn't even have a chance to take the medicine, It's just horrible.

In order to prevent the female cultivator from taking the medicine, the male cultivator on the opposite side has completely turned into a blood man. His face is pale, but his eyes are astonishingly bright.

There was an astonishing fighting intent in the dark eyes, and the determination in the eyes made the female cultivator who had never experienced such a thing panic.

Under the life-threatening attack of the male cultivator, the female cultivator finally lost her spiritual power, and the offensive in her hands became messy. Not long after, the male cultivator cut her arm with a sword, and she couldn't help crying... …

Those around watching the game were stunned, although half of the female cultivators were weaker than the male cultivators, but—a minor injury and they burst into tears?You must be kidding me!

After a short period of silence, there were overwhelming boos from the audience. Although it is a man's nature to be sympathetic, but in this arena, if you are not careful, you can even lose your life. Most men are still He will regard the female cultivator as his enemy, not the object of pity and sympathy.

Besides, it's been more than a month since the qualifiers for this big competition. This audience has seen countless female cultivators who are more brutal than men. For weaker girls like this, it's better to go home as soon as possible to wash and sleep.

Although the male cultivator was a little surprised that his opponent suddenly burst into tears, the long sword in his hand didn't stop, and it hit the female cultivator's white neck straight.

"Ah!" Feeling a trace of coldness from her neck, the female cultivator suddenly turned pale and couldn't help screaming.

"Shut up!" the male cultivator frowned and shouted in a low voice.

The female cultivator whimpered aggrieved twice, and dared not speak out again.

The male cultivator and the female cultivator stared at each other for a long time, but neither of them spoke.

The male cultivator looked at the female cultivator speechlessly, while the female cultivator looked back innocently...

"Quickly admit defeat!" The male cultivator was speechless, he almost squeezed these words through his teeth.

He didn't understand, what was this kind of delicate flower who had never experienced wind language at first glance, what was it thinking, that she would come to participate in this kind of competition that could die at any time? ?It's just a joke!

The female cultivator whimpered twice, and said weakly, "I admit defeat."

The very nervous referee who hung high in the air immediately announced loudly: "In this competition, contestant 630 No. [-] wins."

The male cultivator withdrew his long sword and left without even looking at the female cultivator.He was injured all over his body by the female cultivator just now, almost to death, but that stupid woman is still pretending to be stupid, it really makes people want to beat her up.

After the match, Princess Yuluo sighed softly when she saw the nun who was still sitting in the middle of the field.

She turned around and said to a middle-aged guard behind her, "Liu Huwei, please go and bring my junior sister back."

The middle-aged guard turned and left the box expressionlessly, leaving Princess Yuluo with a helpless smile. The master will really make trouble for her. This little junior sister has lived in the door since she was a child.

Now the master doesn't know what to think, but let the little junior sister participate in the competition. Although relying on the power of the Wei family, she is confident that she can keep the little junior sister safe, but the blow of this defeat cannot be dealt with by her. up...

Liu Huwei's movements were quick, he jumped onto the ring in a few steps, picked up the female cultivator who was still in a daze, and took him away directly.

Many people in the audience knew this guard Liu, and they immediately became curious about the identity of the female cultivator.It's a pity that no matter who it is, they don't have the guts to gossip with Princess Yuluo, you know, that is the heir recognized by His Majesty today, that is, their future queen, gossip with the queen?Just thinking about it makes me pee...

Xu Ziyan over there watched the game very happily, but Liang Wuxin, who was shut outside the door, was completely blue, but because of his cultivation and unable to vent, he could only kick a corner of the wall angrily, and left with a sullen face. .

The two guards looked at each other and smiled helplessly. My young master's temper is really... even venting outside his box. If you meet a monk with a bad temper, you will be lightly beaten.

Liang Wuxin's appearance was just a small episode for Xu Ziyan, but he never expected that that night, Liu Guangzong's resident would receive an invitation for Xu Ziyan.

"For me?" Xu Ziyan looked at the bronzing invitation and was a little puzzled. It was his first time in True Dragon City and he didn't know anyone, so why would someone send him an invitation?

Open it, the content is to invite him to attend a banquet tomorrow night, carefully look at the signature, there are two words "Liang Mo" written on it.

"Who is this Liang Mo?" Xu Ziyan asked suspiciously to the disciples of the Liuguang Sect stationed here.

The disciple hurriedly said respectfully: "This Liang Mo is the prime minister of the Daliang Dynasty."

"Prime Minister?" Xu Ziyan was completely stunned. Why would a secular prime minister seek him?

The disciple was quite witty, and quickly explained: "The person who sent the post said that the main reason why their Patriarch invited you was to thank you for being a large number of adults today, and to forgive his son's unreasonableness."

"His son?" Xu Ziyan began to recall, who had offended him today, and quickly locked the target on the young man who was bold enough to drive them out of the box.

Xu Ziyan twitched the corner of his mouth, this Liang Mo was really interesting, he didn't pay attention to such a trivial matter at all, but the other party wanted to apologize to him in such a serious manner.

In fact, this matter has long been forgotten by him. In his opinion, the young man is just a clown, and he doesn't take it seriously at all.

Putting the invitation on the table, Xu Ziyan said: "Send someone to send this invitation back later. I'm busy recently, so I won't bother you. By the way, I'll beat that Liang Mo again. Take it to heart, but his son really needs to be re-educated."

After finishing speaking, Xu Ziyan took his younger brother back to his room. The main purpose of their visit this time was to cheer on Fang Tianrui and Jiang Ying. Starting tomorrow, those two will have competitions one after another. Now he happens to be If you have time, you might as well give them some pointers.

If Xu Ziyan himself was astonishing, he might not be qualified to be the teacher of those two, but combined with the memory of his original body, he is very sure that he can improve the fighting power of those two a little bit.

Cultivators generally replace rest with cultivation. Although Xu Ziyan likes to sleep, not sleeping will not cause any hindrance to him now.

It's just——looking at Xu Zirong's resentful face, Xu Ziyan felt very helpless, even if he was in his prime, wasn't it too much to sing and sing every night?

Sao years!Do you know how to write the word temperance?Do I need to teach you again?

In order to prevent this kid from staring at him with such resentful eyes all night, Xu Ziyan simply pulled him to guide Jiang Ying.

The Lost Soul Yin that Jiang Ying is currently practicing is actually passed down to him by Xu Zirong, and he is also a demon cultivator. Even though the magic of this Lost Soul Yin is not very strong, it is still very different from the righteous way.

Xu Ziyan thought that he should have no problem instructing Fang Tianrui, but it was more difficult to instruct Jiang Ying. After all, neither he nor his predecessor had ever been exposed to magic skills.

Naturally, the so-called guidance cannot be just lip service. There are many moves that must be actually used in battle to count. Therefore, throughout the night, in the underground training room of Liuguangzong's residence, the collision of various moves was just as important. I have never heard of it. I heard that the disciples who happened to live on the ground of the training room were all terrified. They were afraid that the people underground would beat the roof of the training room down too hard. suffered...