Villain: I just want to be a second generation ancestor

Looking at Ma Xiaotiao who was stuck upside down in the concrete floor.

Yin Li who was not far away was completely dumbfounded.

Brother, what kind of art flower arrangement are you playing at this time!

Get up quickly!

While being shocked, he also felt a chill that penetrated his heart...

The coolness of a morgue!

At any rate, Senior Ma is also a senior in the Martial Commander's Third Heaven Realm, extremely powerful and full of aura.

Even the strongest of the Wushuai Five Heavens can fight against it!

But just like that, he was crippled by the other party?

just...for a while?

Then if you replace this object with yourself... the end must be even worse, right?

"Guru~"

Yin Li swallowed his saliva with great difficulty, as if he hadn't come out of the scene just now, he looked at Chu Ci in a daze.

In the next second, his body tensed up suddenly.

The whole person seemed to be stared at by an abyssal monster.

Looks overly frightened.

Just because...

At this moment, Chu Ci set his eyes on him.

"Is this the helper you found?" Chu Ci asked calmly.

In an instant.

Yin Li's scalp was numb, his pupils shrank sharply, and his fine hairs exploded like needlepoints.

"You devil... you beat Senior Ma like this!"

As he spoke, he tried his best to squeeze out a smile that he thought was pleasing to the eye.

"Hit him...you can't hit me~"

Chu Ci: "..."

Looking at the other party's twisted posture, the very girlish makeup, and the words spoken in a tucked throat...

Chu Ci's stomach twitched for a while, almost smashing him to pieces on the spot.

So sad!It seems that there are ants crawling on the body!

At this moment, Yan Xiaoliu, who had been silent for a long time, also came to his senses.

At this time, his face turned black, and his right hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

Nervous, scared... and inexplicably excited!

"Huchi~huchi~"

Yan Xiaoliu's breathing became short of breath.

His eyes became bloodthirsty, the black long sword in his hand stood up suddenly, and the sharp point of the sword pointed directly at Chu Ci.

"I felt that day...you will be a strong opponent!"

"It seems... I didn't read wrong..."

"You! It's worth my best effort!"

"All strength?"

With his hands in his pockets, Chu Ci looked at the young man in front of him in astonishment.

Secondary school or convulsion?

From his point of view, the opponent is clearly only at the first level of King Wu.

In terms of strength, he was not as good as Shi Yi who had hyperosteogeny.

Who gave him the courage to pretend in front of him?

With all your strength... can you break through my defense?

Just when the sword was drawn.

A group of dark figures suddenly came from a distance, it was Song Nuan who surrounded the dormitory door earlier.

Chu Ci took a closer look, and there were actually two familiar shadows in the crowd...

Qiao Qianqian and Da Laohei!

Chu Ci frowned slightly, why are they here?

Logically speaking, students like Qiao Qianqian who stepped on the score line in the martial arts exam.

They all came two days later when it was time for the training camp.

And with the silly dog ​​Da Laohei.

This made Chu Ci a little confused.

"Master Chu! Are you busy?"

At this moment, Song Nuannuan smiled, bent over and trot to the front of several people.

"I just met the lost young lady and your pet dog, so I sent them here myself."

Chu Ci gave Qiao Qianqian a look, indicating that the other party had something to discuss later.

Then he nodded towards Song Nuannuan, "Thank you."

"Thank you! Young Master Chu, don't say such outrageous words!"

"Being able to help Young Master Chu is a blessing I have cultivated in three lifetimes!"

His expression was exaggerated, but he didn't think it was a play.

It will only make people feel that the other party is a little greasy.

At this time, Yan Xiaoliu, who was left alone, lost face.

Seeing that Song Wennuan, who was of the same generation as him, would be a dog for a freshman who just entered school, he felt very contemptuous.

"Song, the way you wag your tail now...is it worthy of your status as a senior?"

Hearing this, Song Wennuan looked at the other party with a straight face.

"Do you care if you want to ride a horse? Shepherd dog!"

"Why didn't you say you wagged your tail when you kowtowed to the godfather in that beautiful country?"

"You...!" Yan Xiaoliu was out of breath, as if he had been poked in some sore spot.

"What me? I don't care about you!"

Song Wennuan rolled his eyes at him, then said to Chu Ci with a shy smile, "Young Master Chu, they are members of the International Student Association."

"On weekdays, relying on my status as an international student, I pretend to be aggressive everywhere! I have long since disliked them!"

"Especially this Yan Xiaoliu, who wears a Sima face all day long, like a foreign mule."

Soon, Song Wennuan told Chu Ci all the details about the three humble guests.

Chu Ci also got to know each other again from these few words.

Yan Xiaoliu, Ma Xiaotiao, Wang Xiaoming... are all old students who have been in the International Student Association.

The so-called international student club is a small group formed by exchange students or special recruits from abroad.

For example, Yan Xiaoliu is an exchange student of the nationality of the beautiful country, and the earth-level magic soldiers and swordsmanship all come from his crooked godfather.

They have always thought highly of themselves and always feel that their status is superior to others.

This point is the same no matter which world.

For example, Yin Li, who just came in, is only at the fourth level of the Martial Master Realm, and if he can go to Qingbei, he has already entered the pass line.

But because of his status as a foreign student, Yan will give him a certain degree of tolerance.

For example, reduce special recruitment requirements, enjoy special admissions treatment and so on.

After all, if you let a border town like Xiba choose people according to Yan Kingdom's standards, you probably won't be able to find a single person in ten lifetimes.

But also because of this, this guy takes it for granted that he is awesome, and I have to get out of the way when I see him.

Treat Yan Guo's pity for him as his own protective clothing...

After listening to Song Nuannuan's words, Chu Ci gave him a meaningful look.

"Okay, there's nothing left for you."

"Okay, Young Master Chu~"

Song Wenwen smiled and moved aside.

As an old fritter who has lived in the martial arts academy for four years, he can see clearly in his heart better than anyone else.

If you want to do well in Qingbei, you must have strength.

This strength can be your own, or it can be the backing behind you!

To put it simply, it is to find a reliable big brother.

The appearance of Chu Ci is like a guiding light.

So... if you don't lick now, when will you wait?

Chu Ci stared at the saber in Yan Xiaoliu's hand, it was not an ordinary thing, but it was at least an earthly class magic weapon in terms of rank.

Look back.

The next second, the Changci Sword appeared in his hand.

What Chu Ci is best at is to defeat the opponent in the field that others are proud of.

"Now, shall we begin?"

"as you wish."

Yan Xiaoliu was expressionless, and licked his lips with cold eyes: "I will let you know what real cruelty is!"

When he saw Chu Ci take out the long sword, his first reaction was disdain.

But immediately his keen eyes found the clue.

This sword... ranks above him!

This made him feel very angry, and felt that Chu Ci was not worthy of this sword!

So even though he was still afraid of the opponent's strength in his heart, he didn't retreat in the slightest.

Swordsman, is to go forward indomitable!

Swish!

Yan Xiaoliu disappeared from where he was, and rushed towards Chuci like a ray of light.

The white spiritual energy is as thick as armor, tearing the air and making a sharp piercing sound.

"Brent Ghost Sword!"

His right hand swung down suddenly, and the extremely powerful sword energy set off a small hurricane, which made the freshmen who were close to him retreat back with moved expressions.

But Chu Ci didn't seem to see it.

He just raised his hand lightly.

Zheng——

In the blink of an eye, the two swords collided.

Like an egg hitting a rock, the Changci sword was intact, but the earth-level magic weapon broke from the contact point.

With a click, it was instantly drawn into thousands of fragments.

"I boil it!"

Yan Xiaoliu's eyes were about to split open, and the facial expression management that had been practiced for two and a half years was completely broken.

Eyeballs are about to pop out.