please!I don't want to be a villain!

Yu Rushuang and Nangong Qianwan did not follow the Demon Sect to Xuantian City.

They were going to stand out among the casual cultivators by virtue of their own strength, and it was at this time that they met Ji Jibo.

"Sister Nangong!" Ji Jibo shouted to Nangong Qianwan on the ring.

"Ji Ji Bo!" Nangong Qianwan looked at Ji Bo just after finishing her opponent.

"Have you seen my elder brother?" Ji Jibo continued to ask.

"Your elder brother is already on the top! Hurry up and fight for a spot!" Nangong Qianwan replied loudly.

The casual cultivator's competition ended soon. Basically, they were strong enough to step out of the ring alone. No one would challenge someone who seemed to have no chance of winning.

Soon, Nangong Qianwan, Ji Jibo, Yu Rushuang, and Feng girl stood out from the casual cultivators, and they were teleported to Xuantian City through the formation.

At this time, Zhao Ergou from Hanming Mountain finally mustered up his courage, walked to Zhang Tianba's side, and stammered, "What should I call you now?"

Zhang Tianba turned around and smiled slightly, "It's okay, just call me Zhang Tianba, but you'd better go back, standing with me is not a good thing."

"Brother Zhang, can I still call you Brother Zhang?" Zhao Ergou asked suddenly.

"Of course, the conflict between me and Qin Wuque has nothing to do with you." Zhang Tianba said frankly, his sleeves hanging down naturally, still like the wind.

Zhao Ergou slowly turned his head and walked towards Han Mingshan's seat. The time he had been separated from Zhang Tianba was actually not too long, but his identity and strength had undergone earth-shaking changes.

Zhang Tianba has practiced the magic way, and his strength is far above him. The distance between the two is revealed in an instant.

When he returned to Wang Huahua and Wang Gang, these few people had nothing to ask, because they were already strangers just by looking at them, and even if they wanted to have a chat, it would depend on the current situation.

"Zhang Erhe's son... Ergou, the gap between us and him is still too big, it's better not to get involved." Yan Ziqi said.

After experiencing many things together, Yan Ziqi is no longer so unfamiliar with them at this time, but even he can tell that the current Zhang Tianba is no longer the balls that ate his Toad King back then. .

In view of the past affection, Zhang Tianba did not directly kill them, it was already a great deal of face.

"I know." Zhao Ergou nodded.

Even if they wanted to help Zhang Tianba, the enemies Zhang Tianba had to face were not of their level at all. If they wanted to fight against Zhang Tianba, they had to weigh their own strength.

From this point of view, staying out and being a bystander is not to be hated.

While speaking, Zhao Ergou looked up at Qin Lin again, and said slowly, "Brother Qin Lin is lucky, he can get such a big inheritance, and he will fall into purple immediately."

"Don't be envious of Senior Brother Qin Lin, I heard that Senior Brother Qin Lin has always been the most hardworking person in the sect, but his talent has not been very good, so the level of improvement is slow. Don't think that Senior Brother Qin Lin is just Good luck." Wang Huahua said.

Wang Gang listened, but still couldn't help but retort: ​​"I can't see it. This is indeed good luck. There are many people who work hard in the world, but not everyone can become emperor."

"I also agree with Wang Gang's words. There are many people who work hard, and there are never many talented people. But if you lack this bit of luck, you may not be able to become purple in this life. You can see the elders of Hanming Mountain. Basically, the cultivation base is always stuck in the eighth realm."

From even seating at the seven realms, to crossing the void at the eighth realm, to falling purple at the nine realms, some people are lucky enough to drink it all in one go.

People with poor understanding will never be able to touch the virtual door and break through the eighth realm in this life; those with less luck will stay in the eighth realm forever, unable to grasp the ups and downs of the tide.

"Qiu Wenhe, the holy son of Taoism, is also here this time." Wang Huahua looked in the direction of the disciples of Taoism.

"Monk Xuanji is also here, but the Confucian and Taoist saints seem to have changed, and the witch should be the head of the Demonic Dao." Wang Gang said one by one.

In fact, it's not just what they said. Now the holy son of the spear is Yu Qingwu, it should be called the holy girl.

The holy son of archery is still Bai Shiyi, and Yang Jiang leads the team of swordsmanship, but the news that Dongfangqi has become the master of the Immortal Slayer Sword is no longer a secret.

"Don't look, we have Senior Brother Qin Lin, we will definitely win the first prize this time." Zhao Ergou laughed.

Among the other Twelve Holy Lands, none of them could fight with Senior Brother Qin Lin. His strength was not at the same level, and he won with a completely crushable attitude. This time the big competition seemed to be a formality.

The disciples of Hanming Mountain had a lot of discussions like this, and the holy son Qin Wuque only felt noisy when he heard it. It was nothing more than a higher realm. In the future, he will also break through the Nine Realms. The kid compares who is stronger and who is weaker.

"Keep your mouth shut, the result this time is not sure yet." Qin Wuque said seriously, his tone unquestionable.

But there was still a stabbing head who couldn't help asking: "Brother, but there should be no senior brother Qin Lin who can beat the Ninth Realm, right? There are no Twelve Holy Lands, so is it possible that there are still some casual cultivators?"

The question asked by this junior brother is indeed reasonable. The level of casual cultivators has always been weaker than the geniuses cultivated in the Holy Land. The Holy Sons of the Holy Land have neither talent nor resources. For them, the only thing they want to pursue is luck.

Qin Wuque understood in his heart, but he didn't answer what his junior brother said. Instead, he turned his head and glanced coldly. The man was also frightened for an instant, and he didn't dare to speak again, and lowered his head voluntarily.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, casual cultivators also slowly arrived. There were not many people who came up. Except for the four Ji Jibo, the other grooms were not young.

Ji Jibo was even more contemptuous, and he didn't hide it. He came to fight with the juniors at such an age. If he met him later, he would be demoted in minutes.

"I saw my elder brother!" Ji Jibo said loudly, pointing his finger in the direction of the Devil's Cult.

Zhang Tianba and the Drunken Jade Witch stood together, the purple robe fluttering with the breeze, although it was not intentional, but this gloomy appearance was remembered by everyone present.

The disciples from all the holy places murmured in low voices, "No wonder people call him the only because of the Demon Lord? Even if the realm has not yet been honored, this cold appearance is not an ordinary evil cultivator."

"Did he smile at someone just now? He even waved his hand, it's scary." Another person asked.

Zhang Tianba did indeed smile, but because he spotted Ji Jibo's figure, he waved his hand.

When the big competition starts, basically everyone depends on their own abilities.

Since Bai Xiaosheng was the one who arranged for the opponent, it shouldn't be so easy for him to confront Ji Jibo. If he wants to be so nasty, the purpose of this trip may need to be changed.

"Ask me to call Ji Jibo?" Zhang Tianba looked at the Drunken Jade Witch.

"Forget it, my Demon Cult doesn't have that many quotas." The Drunken Jade Witch directly refused.