Master always wants to attack me after being enchanted

Fengyan Mountain is one of the five sects in the cultivation world, and even relying on the ancestor of Fengyan Mountain, there is a faint trend of surpassing the top four.

Although the ancestor who killed the people of this sect ten years ago was merciless, many young disciples have not experienced it personally, so they naturally don't understand why the older generation will turn pale when they mention Gongsun Mausoleum.

Having said that, since Fengyan Mountain is so powerful, its sect competition is naturally not a small matter. Although half of the candidates have been screened in the preliminary round, there are still as many disciples waiting on the square, people side by side, and their faces are excited, attracting the attention of the audience. The atmosphere was very hot, a bit like a music festival.

In his previous life, Lin Chongyu got a ticket to the Green Grass Music Festival by chance. The enthusiastic atmosphere really shocked him, who is used to being a loner, and he will never forget it.

When he was first reborn into this world, he also participated in a martial arts competition, and he stood out by virtue of that martial arts competition, and successfully joined the inner sect from the outer sect disciple, but due to his poor living standard, the outer sect The life of a disciple is a bit like an ascetic monk, so he adapts well to the environment of the sect competition.

But today is different.He was pampered and served, and drifted away.

In short, people are a bit lazy after being comfortable for a long time. He casually glanced in at the mountain crossing, thinking of the grand occasion of the martial art competition more than ten years ago, his scalp was a little numb.

He quietly moved back a few steps, turned his feet and walked towards a certain senior brother who was in charge of this sect competition.

"Then what..." Lin Chongyu was familiar with this senior brother, but he couldn't remember his name, so he was speechless after a while.

It just so happened that a junior sister next to him greeted the senior fellow shyly and timidly: "Brother Jiang, thank you for your hard work."

This masculine senior brother blushed: "No hard work, Junior Sister Wanrong will work hard later."

"Well, with my brother's encouragement, I can definitely do it."

The junior sister left in a hurry.

Lin Chongyu coughed lightly, calling back the senior brother's eyes fixed on his junior sister's back: "Senior brother Jiang."

Brother Jiang's wheat-colored face was still red, and his big and bright eyes were full of excitement. He asked in a good mood: "What's the matter, brother?"

Lin Chongyu was about to speak, when someone next to him suddenly elbowed his waist: "Are you fooled by Junior Sister Wanrong? This is that person! He was sitting beside the Lord yesterday."

Brother Jiang was taken aback for a moment, and then suddenly realized as if he had come to his senses. Then he restrained his expression, and said with a straight look: "So it's Junior Brother Lin, I'm rude. I don't know what you can do with Junior Brother Lin?"

"Senior Brother Jiang, you are polite." Lin Chongyu waved his hand quickly, thinking that Junior Sister Wanrong will come back soon and I need you. The senior brother just saw that he was easy to talk to. Now... Lin Chongyu looked at Senior Brother Jiang's rigid face and thought of what he was going to do , suddenly felt a little mysterious.

"Brother Jiang." Lin Chongyu tentatively said, "Well, can I abstain from the Grand Competition?"

Brother Jiang: "?"

The two stared blankly at each other for a moment, and Senior Brother Jiang said first: "There is no rule that you cannot abstain." After all, no one has ever tried.

"That means you can abstain." Lin Chongyu thought about it, and said to Senior Brother Jiang, "Senior Brother Jiang, please cross my name off the list, thank you!"

Brother Jiang silently summoned the spiritual book that recorded the list, and silently read Lin Ermao twice, removing his name from it.Prepare to put away the spirit book.

"Hey!" Lin Chongyu said suddenly, "Brother Jiang, wait!"

The blue aura in Senior Brother Jiang's hand slowed down, and he glanced at Lin Chongyu strangely.

In just a few sentences of conversation, Brother Jiang discovered that this Lin Ermao was different from the one in the legend.

The legendary Lin Ermao is arrogant, rude, foolish and ignorant, and arrogant and arrogant. All in all, he is not a pleasing character.

The one in front of me is, well, ordinary.

It's character.

After all, his appearance is very similar to Senior Lin Zhong Yulin's, which is amazing and attractive.

Brother Jiang's qualifications are very old. Although he was a new student in the martial arts competition more than ten years ago and was young, he still remembered Senior Brother Lin, who was very famous in the martial arts competition at that time.

When Senior Brother Lin knocked the No.1 candidate off the ring, he raised his jaw under the surprised eyes of countless people, with a deadpan but arrogant expression: "Anyone who refuses to accept, just come."

……

Pulling away from the memory, Senior Brother Jiang looked at this young man also surnamed Lin with great emotion, and suddenly remembered Shen Heting who was with him looking up at Senior Brother Lin in the audience.Different people have different fates, and now Shen Heting is attracting the attention of thousands of people, but because of his cultivation, he has reached a bottleneck, and he is no longer a director of Fengyan Mountain.

Lin Chongyu looked at something similar to a tab on a modern web page in the lower left corner of the spiritual book, and asked, "Senior Brother Jiang, what is this?"

Senior Brother Jiang looked in the direction of his finger and said, "This is the record of previous school competitions."

Lin Chongyu was surprised: "There are still historical records, so advanced?"

After a pause, he whispered again, "Let me see..."

People around entered the arena one after another, and Lin Chongyu asked to see the scene when he participated in the martial art competition more than ten years ago.

The main reason is that Lin Chongyu wanted to see the master at that meeting again.

Brother Jiang didn't hesitate for long, and nodded in agreement: "Okay."

Lin Chongyu also changed his view of Brother Jiang, he seemed rigid, but he was still very accommodating.

Brother Jiang thought to himself: "It's what the Lord's disciples want to watch, not because I want to be lazy and revisit the idol's game screen."

Under Senior Brother Jiang's spiritual power, the spiritual book suddenly grew larger, and it hung in front of the two of them like a movie curtain.

The screen was rewinding rapidly, and soon stopped at the time when Lin Chongyu entered the arena for the first time.

The 13-year-old boy in the picture is taller, with a cold face, he doesn't look like a child.

"Looking at it this way, you and Senior Brother Lin are only similar in appearance." Senior Brother Jiang said bluntly, "The temperament is too different."

Lin Chongyu pondered, he is a bone grass, born with no emotions, and rarely had contact with people in his previous life. Although he had contact with more outer disciples after his rebirth, at that time he was focused on cultivation and had no intention of communicating with others to learn.

So, in fact, he is not cold, but he just doesn't understand so many emotions.

In the preliminary round, Lin Chongyu's opponent was a disciple of the inner sect, and judging from the reactions around him, he should be a well-known disciple.Seeing that Lin Chongyu was wearing the clothes of an outer disciple, the other party showed disdain in his eyes, and the people around him booed for a while, telling him not to procrastinate, and hurry up to win a drink together.

Lin Chongyu stood on the stage, his eyes turned around the table, but he didn't see the person he wanted to see.

The best viewing position on the front of the arena is the head and several disciples of the head.If Lin Chongyu is not mistaken, the immortal who saved him back then should be the young disciple of the sect leader, Gongsun Ling.

Lin Chongyu's eyes finally swept over the people in front of the table one by one, but he still didn't see Gongsun Ling.His expression did not change, but an unknown emotion arose in his heart.But Lin Chongyu now understood that it was a feeling of loss.

"Why, are the disciples of the outer sect so arrogant now? You dare to distract yourself when you are fighting with me. See if Grandpa doesn't look good on you." The knife overflowed, with an unfriendly attack meaning, as if trying to give him a blow.

"Why bother this kid, haha, he won't be able to laugh anytime soon." The person beside Senior Brother Jiang suddenly pointed.

Lin Chongyu looked at him, it was the senior brother who reminded Senior Brother Jiang who he was just now.

The senior brother immediately shut up and focused on watching.

After all, the current Lin Chongyu is a popular person beside the Lord, so it is better not to offend him.

But in fact, Lin Chongyu was just curious.

The moment he was distracted, the two people on the screen had already confronted each other.

Lin Chongyu's external spiritual skills were completely inferior to He Bichu's, and he faintly lost in the first confrontation.

"Haha. The miscellaneous hair spiritual skills of the outer sect." He Bichu taunted mercilessly, his complacency palpable.Offstage

Lin Chongyu frowned, he didn't have that much patience when he didn't see the person he wanted to see.Another strange emotion—impatience.

In fact, he seldom generates emotions on his own initiative. Many things are figured out based on his own experience while observing other people's expressions. At this time, it should be this kind of emotion, should have this kind of expression, and then in the long life and constant imitation Gradually, I really have this feeling.

Lin Chongyu never doubted this anomaly, but now he understands, because he is just a grass.It took him tens of thousands of years to grow into a full-grown Bone Grass. Of course, it will not be that simple to learn human emotions.

Lin Chongyu looked at his impatient face in the picture.

He is sure that at that time he should not understand this emotion.

Continue to read, why bother to see the other party's low-level spiritual skills for the first time, and become more unscrupulous, he said to the audience: "Guess how many tricks I need to knock him off the stage? If you guess correctly, I will treat you tonight!"

The atmosphere below was unprecedentedly enthusiastic, and among the sounds of numbers one, two, three, there were one or two sentences "it's not sure who wins or loses".

"Look at you being so weak, the life of an outer disciple is very hard. If you beg me, Grandpa, I will be merciful and accept you as a younger brother, how about letting you do odd jobs in the inner sect?"

"Hahaha."

Lin Chongyu sneered when he heard this.Laughing like the other person, the impatience in my heart rose to the extreme.

"What are you laughing at?!" The other party was irritated by his laughter, and his spiritual power surged.

The audience below shouted: "Brother He's cultivation level has risen again!"

Lin Chongyu stopped laughing, tilted his head slightly, and looked at He Bichu with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth. The smile was very weird and unnatural. It looked like a puppet, with two penetrating smiles drawn by the painter on the corner of his mouth.

Why bother to feel chills down my spine at this look.

The audience below fell silent for a moment.

Senior Brother Jiang shook his hands, and then clenched his hands tightly, as if tears welled up in his eyes: "Brother Lin was really my idol back then, I don't know why after I went to Lengwu Peak, I became a silly white sweet."

Silly Baitian Lin Chongyu himself looked at Senior Brother Jiang: "Silly Baitian is not good, maybe he prefers Silly Baitian's life?"

Senior Brother Jiang said regretfully: "You're right, maybe he was cured, he may feel happy and fall in love with the Lord, otherwise there is no way to explain why he blocked the Zhuxian formation for the Lord in the first place, except for the silly Sweet probably no one can do this.”

Silly Baitian smiled, naturally and warmly: "Haha, I think you're right."

During the conversation, He Bichu had already concocted a big move, staring at Lin Chongyu who was frowning suddenly, his eyes flashed with fierceness for a moment.