I'm not a villain

"However, as long as you choose to attack me, it means that you have abandoned me, the eldest son of the Si family, and you are the enemy of our Si Mobai!"

"So, even if you have all kinds of reasons and are helpless, our company, Mobai, will never let you go."

"Therefore, I would like to remind you that it is best to think carefully before doing something, and you must not do things that you will regret."

Seeing everyone's eagerness to fight, Si Mobai's expression was calm.

"Si Mobai, you talk a lot of nonsense!"

"Don't you think that with the support of the Ninth Patriarch, we dare not do anything to you?!"

Si Mobai raised his brows, not understanding the other party's intention.

Fortunately, Si Qingming quickly answered the confusion in his heart.

"I might as well tell you that your Ninth Patriarch is not in the Si family now, you are doomed today!"

It turned out that Si Mobai was out of luck, and this trip just happened to coincide with the time when Skeley was away on business.

That's why Si Qingming and the others dared to gather everyone together and openly attack the eldest son of the Si family after they received that Si Mobai had returned to the Si family.

"Ha ha."

"I see!"

"No wonder you are so courageous today!"

After figuring out all this, Si Mobai couldn't help but chuckled softly, looking at that relaxed look, it was obvious that he didn't take Si Qingming and others seriously.

Seeing this, Si Qingming was very angry, and felt that there was a fire in his chest waiting to be vented.

"Stinky boy, stop playing tricks here!"

Seeing that his subordinates hesitated again, Si Qingming immediately scolded: "Everyone, what are you waiting for if you haven't made a move yet?!"

"Do you still want this elder to personally ask your ancestors to force you to do it?"

"In that case, I'm afraid you will have a hard time in the future."

After another threat, these deacons and elders saw that they had no choice but to retreat, and finally took action against Si Mobai.

"call!"

"You cowards who look forward and backward, don't think about it in the future!"

Seeing this, Si Qingming let out a sigh of relief, but in his heart he was annoyed by the hesitation of these people, so he wrote down the account and saved it for revenge in the future.

"Chiba Palm!"

"My son, offended!"

"The water-cutting sword art, ten kills per shadow.

……

Dozens of masters shot together, it was really lively.

"I don't know if the son can survive the blows of so many masters."

Not far away, more and more disciples of the Si family came to watch the battle after hearing the sound.

"how is this possible?"

"Although the son killed Si Yuanyi in the late stage of Lianxu with one move, he may not have the cultivation base of the peak of Hinayana."

"These deacons and elders are all monks of the Mahayana stage who are stronger than the Hinayana stage. No matter how you look at it, the son has no chance of winning."

This is the most voiced voice, and it is also the answer that everyone takes for granted.

After all, their eldest son was only a minor Xiu in the middle stage of Yuanshen three months ago.

Although the strength has skyrocketed now, there should be a limit. It is impossible to defeat the combined attack of so many Mahayana monks.

However, Si Mobai is destined to be unusual.

Everyone saw him waving his right hand at will, and those Mahayana monks who were high in their eyes smashed wildly in all directions like kites with broken strings.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of the masters falling to the ground was noisy and messy.

"This kind of strength?"

"I'm afraid it has already surpassed Mahayana?!"

The crowd exploded, and they were all shocked by Si Mobai's terrifying strength.

Si Mobai didn't pay attention to the spectators around him, but he dodged and forced himself in front of Si Qingming.

"Great Elder, it seems that the masters you have found are not very good!"

Si Qingming retreated instinctively, but was pulled back by Si Mobai. The terrifying force made it difficult for him at the peak of Mahayana to move.

"you!"

"Your strength..."

Facing Si Mobai alone, Si Qingming suddenly felt the pressure was overwhelming, and he couldn't even breathe.

He hesitated and couldn't speak a complete sentence, and his previous arrogance was gone.

"how?"

"Did the strength of this son exceed the expectations of the elders?"

Si Mobai could clearly see the beads of sweat constantly gushing out of Si Qingming's forehead, they quickly pooled together, ran down the bridge of his nose, and instantly wet his blue gown.

This made him feel secretly refreshed, and he felt the anger suppressed by this old guy for the past few months.

"Ha ha."

"The son is truly unparalleled in talent, and this elder admires him so much!"

In the face of life and death, Si Qingming didn't care about his face, he directly chose to surrender, and called "Shizi" again.

As for how to explain to Si Qingtian, that is beyond his consideration now.

Right now, he only wants to survive for a moment, and other things can only be discussed after surviving.

"Great Elder, you have such a thick skin!"

In front of everyone, Si Mobai mocked mercilessly.

"But you were full of malice just now, and you have not been forgotten by this son."

"Choose to surrender now, it's too late!"

If you want to stand up, you have to make an example to others!
Si Qingming and his group are undoubtedly the best targets, so Si Mobai does not intend to let them go.

Si Qingming's expression changed, and he said in a panic, "No!"

"My lord, you can't kill me!"

"I am a master at the pinnacle of Mahayana, a rare talent in our Si family, son, you must not kill me!"

When it was his turn to make a life-or-death decision, Si Qingming behaved no differently from ordinary people.

It seems that no one is immune.

"Only those who are loyal to this son are considered talents!"

"Those half-hearted people will only add to this world's troubles, and they are the enemies that this world must get rid of quickly. They can't be regarded as bullshit talents!"

Si Mobai said this very loudly, intending to let the rest of the Si family hear it, so that they will respect him in the future and must not be half-hearted.

But Si Qingming took it seriously, and quickly grabbed Si Mobai's hand and said: "From now on, this old man is willing to follow the example of the son, and let the son order him!"

"My son said, it's too late!"

The spiritual power in Si Mobai's palm was circulating, and he easily broke free from the opponent's shackles.

"You have been fanning the flames behind your back all these days, instigating disciples of all branches to fight, and I don't know how many innocent people died in it!"

"Forgive you, the chief culprit, how will this son explain to their undead?!"

"So, you don't need to talk too much, you will definitely die today!"

Si Mobai's words completely pronounced the death sentence on the other party, and made the atmosphere outside the scripture pavilion extremely tense.

But Si Qingming didn't intend to give up, since this one reason doesn't work, then change it.

"I advise the son to think more about it. Killing the old man will completely offend the ancestor Qingtian!"

"Of course, the old man cannot escape death, but you, Si Mobai, will definitely not live long!"

This time it was a direct threat.

"Hahahaha!"

Unexpectedly, this sentence not only did not change Si Mobai's will, but made him laugh unscrupulously.

"Then there is no need for the Great Elder to worry about this son!"