Wearing books, it’s not easy to be a villain brother

"Oh!"

There was silence outside the martial arts arena, and the sound of falling to the ground was extremely obvious.

Everyone watched in astonishment as Han Zhuo fell to the ground and struggled to get up. His clothes were messy and the wounds exposed in the newly added wounds were shallow and not serious.

Looking at Han Zhiyu again, just like Han Zhuo before, he was holding a sword in one hand, his face was calm, his clothes were neat and clean, and he didn't look like there had been a fight at all.

"Lingyun Pavilion, Han Zhiyu wins!"

The smile on Old Man Shanshui's face couldn't be suppressed at all when he pronounced the verdict.

Huh, what the hell, you dare to beat his disciple-in-law like this, let him know how powerful he is.

"The next one is, Lingyun Pavilion, please take a seat!"

Under the stage, all the Lingyun Pavilion disciples were discussing, who is this Xi seat? They were not impressed by this man.

Only after Xizuo himself slowly came on stage did someone recognize him.

"It turns out to be Senior Brother Yu, but this guy's temperament has changed drastically since he came back from the Abyss Crusade, and he even changed his name."

"Participate in the Abyss Crusade? That's not surprising. All the strong men in the Saint Realm have escaped. It's good to be alive."

All the disciples present who had participated in the Abyss Crusade were afraid of that time.

Looking carefully, Xi Zuo has a resolute face and is wearing the clothes of Lingyung Pavilion. Although he is on the stage with empty hands, he can faintly see the strong muscles under the clothes. His steps are steady, and he has the strength of the peak of Soul Palace Realm. Looking at the full aura gathered around him, It seems that a breakthrough is not far away.

On the ring, the two people looked at each other. Xizuo took the lead and cupped his fists and bowed slightly: "Xizuo has met Senior Sister Han! Please show mercy to Senior Sister Han!"

"Junior brother, there is no need to be too modest."

With simple politeness, the two men raised their swords and struck at each other without any hesitation.

Looking at strength alone, Han Zhiyu has an absolute advantage. Even if he is only one step behind, it is still a huge gap.

As soon as the two met, Xizuo was immediately pressed and beaten, and he retreated continuously in danger.

Outside the martial arts arena, old man Shan Shui quietly approached the master of Lingyun Pavilion.

"Pavilion Master, this time we only sent four people to participate. Isn't it a little small? In the past, ten people participated. Ice Valley and Baihua Palace both had six people participating this time."

"Enough. In terms of strength alone, among the three sects, Han Zhiling, who has the middle stage of the Limortal Realm and the Tarsal Bone Spirit, can sweep the others by himself. What's more, Han Zhiyu also has the strength of the Kaichen Realm, and there are many others. It’s just a gift, there’s no need. With them here, the leader of the team this time must be from Lingyun Pavilion.”

"That's true, but I didn't expect that my disciple-in-law would be lucky enough to get a spot. I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse."

The corners of Lingyun Pavilion's master's mouth raised slightly. "In that case, how about you lead the team this time so that we can take care of you."

"I? This..." Old Man Shanshui was still a little hesitant. Although he also had the strength of the middle stage of the Mortal Realm, it was really not enough for Linglan. "I'll think about it..."

At this moment, on the martial arts field, Xizuo had been forced into a corner by Han Zhiyu and looked about to fall out of the field.

Xizuo's face turned livid, he closed his fists, and tried to block Han Zhiyu's sword moves while dodging the attack to a minimum. Even so, there were more than a dozen small wounds all over his body.

‘Damn it, you bastard, why are you restricting my movements like this! ’ Xizuo cursed secretly in his heart.

What responded to him was a faint voice coming from inside his body. "Hmph, that day in Dongli Grassland, you fought with her sister Han Zhiling. If you were accidentally exposed, we wouldn't be able to escape with our current strength. I'm helping you out of kindness, but you kid doesn't appreciate it at all. .”

"Shit, now I learned all my moves in Lingyun Pavilion, how could I be seen out!"

Xizuo struggled to regain complete control of his body, but he was somewhat powerless in the face of this guy. This guy seemed to have lived for many years, and he had no chance at all.

After resisting a few moves, Han Zhiyu seized the opportunity and kicked him down to the martial arts arena. He could only leave the arena angrily.

The subsequent competition did not cause too much trouble for Han Zhiyu. The three sects decided that Han Zhiyu would temporarily lead the team, with a total of 12 people joining Luo Baijin and four others to compete together.

The leader chose Old Man Shanshui, but he didn't know what Old Man Shanshui's expression would be like when he saw Su Qingfeng when he arrived at Linglan.

In the main hall of Lingyun Pavilion

The master of Lingyun Pavilion called the Han Zhiyu sisters here, saying that he had something to tell them.

"Pavilion Master, why did you call us here?"

Han Zhiyu asked respectfully.

On the main seat, the master of Lingyun Pavilion is a young man who looks to be in his thirties. He is wearing a white gown and a jade crown. He looks like a scholar.

His true age is unknown. Judging from the fact that Yun Yuran calls him "old man" when playing cards on weekdays, he must be quite old.

The master of Lingyun Pavilion looked serious at this moment, with strange colors flashing in his eyes. Even the hands that laid out the soundproof barrier were trembling slightly to prevent the conversations of several people from being known to outsiders.

"I came to see you today about the survival of Lingyun Pavilion! I will only tell you about this matter, and please do not reveal it to anyone."

"Survival or death?"

The two Han Zhiyu sisters looked at each other, wondering what could possibly cause a large sect to face life and death. Even the previous crusade against the Abyss Organization had not damaged the foundation of Lingyun Pavilion's sect.

"You should also know that Lingyun Pavilion is a branch of Gu Lingxian Pavilion in Linglan, and the problem lies in Gu Lingxian Pavilion!"

"Could it be that something big happened in Gu Lingxian Pavilion?" Han Zhiling was very smart. From the face and words of the master of Lingyun Pavilion, it was already clear what happened.

The master of Lingyun Pavilion took a deep breath and said two words. "abyss!"

"Abyss again?"

"Has the abyss penetrated into Gu Lingxian Pavilion?" Han Zhiling keenly judged the problem, and then frowned as she thought of something even more outrageous.

"Pavilion Master, do you mean that the survival of Lingyun Pavilion you are referring to is that the abyss in Linglan has not only penetrated into the ancient Lingxian Pavilion, but has already infiltrated the high-level people like the four sects?"

"What?" Han Zhiyu obviously didn't think so much and was frightened by Han Zhiling's words. That was Linglan. The abyss has such great energy?

Then the words of the master of Lingyun Pavilion made the two sisters' hearts sink to the bottom.

"I don't know much information. I learned from the information gathered in Linglong City that according to the current layout of Abyss, there will definitely be a big war with Linglan's major forces. No matter which side wins this battle, Ling Yun will win." I can’t even get a favor from the court!”

"Elder He went to Gulingxian Pavilion a few years ago, and then switched to Abyss. The most likely reason is that the elders of Gulingxian Pavilion came into contact with him and won over Elder He. In recent years, Lingxian has developed. I don’t know how many people from the major forces in Lan have turned to the Abyss.”

"So, Lingyun Pavilion must find another backer."

"Then what does the Pavilion Master mean by calling us here?" At this moment, a figure of a person flashed in Han Zhiling's mind.

"Linglan Su family, Su Qingfeng!"