I just planted a demon on the saint, how can I become a villain?

Yi Haoran sat cross-legged on a plum blossom pile, closed his eyes and concentrated.

However, he only looks extremely chic on the surface, but only he knows his real situation.

He was beaten to the brink of death just now, if it wasn't for the life-saving elixir given by his master Diao Teng, he might have belched by now.

So Yi Haoran has been adjusting the breath of the injury in his body, trying to recover to the best condition.

Fortunately, the majesty he had accumulated in his daily life is still there, and no one is bothering him now. The other 49 people are competing for the remaining nine plum blossom stakes.

Because the competition was too fierce and the competition was too cruel, the battle entered a white-hot stage right after it started.

Everyone played all their cards, and no one gave up.

All kinds of splendid martial arts shone on the arena, the swords and swords were mighty, the sound of bombardment, and the sound of swords could be heard endlessly, resounding on the discussion peak.

Everyone is fighting on their own, trying their best to fight for the only plum blossom pile left.

Those who have already occupied the Plum Blossom Pile dare not be careless, because they will be bombarded down at any time.

However, at this time, some smarter disciples began to form alliances with other people who jointly occupied the plum blossom pile, and jointly guarded the plum blossom pile under their feet.

It has to be said that this is also a way.

But it was only for a while, after all, they were facing more than 40 disciples who were almost as powerful as them.

Even if an alliance is formed, it is difficult to resist.

Moreover, the more alliances are formed, the more vulnerable they will be to be besieged by the collective, and the end will be disastrous.

There are also people who have not made a move, wandering on the edge of the ring, saving their strength, and preparing to win the plum blossom pile in one fell swoop in the last few minutes and win.

There are also many people who have this kind of strategic thinking, like hunting hunters, lying in ambush on one side.

But whether it is a hunter or a prey, it still needs to rely on strength to speak in the end.

In the final analysis, the test of this irregular group stage is still comprehensive strength. Whoever is stronger will be able to win a club.

The battle became more and more fierce, and the arena was covered in all kinds of brilliant colors. At this stage, basically everyone had used their cards and no longer held back.

Because one is careless, it will be eliminated.

At the same time, many disciples who couldn't bear it loudly shouted that I surrendered, and were then sent out. They stopped here and missed the next round.

Fan Ze stood beside Qin Mu, watching the fierce battles on the stage, the corners of his eyes trembled uncontrollably.

It's too tragic...it's too tragic...

It was pure luck that he could make it to this round. The opponents he met in the first two rounds were all very weak.

In addition, he and Qin Mu were very close, and others were afraid of his relationship with Qin Mu, so they restrained themselves a lot when attacking.

Otherwise, even if he could get here, he must have already consumed a lot at this moment.

Fan Ze looked at the other disciples in his group again, feeling a sense of melancholy in his heart.

Not to mention that there is Qin Mu who is the strongest in the Holy Land, the others are also outstanding disciples from various peaks, their strength is comparable to his, and some even far surpass him.

Among these people fighting for a plum blossom pile, Fan Ze is really not sure at all.

Fan Ze sighed inwardly, and then looked at Qin Mu beside him.

Qin Mu was naturally the old god, with a calm face, his expression didn't change much, let alone a trace of tension.

"Brother Qin, what are you going to do later?"

Fan Ze couldn't help asking in a low voice.

Qin Mu blinked, and his eyes were a little puzzled: "What should I do? Didn't you understand the rules? Why don't you take a plum blossom stake later?"

Fan Ze listened to Qin Mu's doubtful and relaxed tone, as if he was saying that fish ball noodles should not be fish balls.

The corner of Fan Ze's mouth twitched slightly, feeling that his heart was hit hard.

When you say this, do you consider other people's feelings? ?

Do you think everyone is like you, so powerful!

Fan Ze really wanted to complain, but he was going to hug Qin Mu's thigh later, so after thinking about it, he swallowed the joke.

Ever since he saw Qin Mu's strength, he has already planned a route for the future, that is to hug Qin Mu's thigh tightly!

For example, in the second level, it was precisely because he hugged Qin Mu's thigh tightly that he won No.3 in the end.

This can be regarded as the ranking of Guangzong Yaozu. After returning home, the genealogy must start from his page!

Fan Ze's goal is very clear, that is to hold on tightly, no matter what happens, he will not let go!

"Brother Qin, after the game starts, take care of my little brother. I feel like I'm going to lose this time. This group is full of ruthless characters. It's simply a death group..." Fan Ze covered his mouth with his hand and said in a low voice. Qin Mu said.

"Death team?" Qin Mu looked at the people around him and frowned: "Is there any? I feel okay."

"Really, look at that tall, burly guy with a full beard. He is the eldest disciple of Zhenyong Peak. He has reached the peak of physical training. He is very scary. If he punches down, I guess I have a small physique. It's gone, and the personality is also very hot, often..."

Fan Ze glanced at a big man and whispered, but before he finished speaking, he saw Qin Mu go over to say hello.

"Brother, when the match is going on, give way to that little man, he said that you will be gone with one punch."

Qin Mu pointed at Fan Ze and said sincerely.

The big man was stunned.

At a time when everyone is gearing up and regards the people in the same group as their lifelong enemies, someone actually came up to him with a sincere face and told him to be more careful later...

What happened to the sudden warmth in the cruel game? ?

The big man rubbed his forehead, not sure what the trick was.

But looking at Qin Mu's sincere eyes, it reminded me that everyone is a fellow disciple, and that Qin Mu might get the title of Holy Son in the future...

It seems that it is not impossible to sell his face.

Maybe he could even get a favor from the future Holy Son.

The big man nodded and smiled honestly: "Okay, no problem, I will definitely save some hands later."

Qin Mu also smiled slightly: "Thank you very much."

Sincerity is always nirvana!

Fan Ze stared wide-eyed and froze in place.

Still can play like this! ?