Quick travel: Cannon fodder snatches away the yandere villain

"How dare you! How can we allow youngsters to act so presumptuously at the Mountain Division Conference!"

Before Gu Jin could say anything, the disciple in a white robe stood up behind him. He waved his sleeves vigorously, and the collision of the flowing sleeves with the air made a low "boom". The cold rebuke made the audience under the platform even quieter.

She raised her eyebrows slightly and her eyes fell on the cat claw embroidery on his white clothes, then she was sure that it was someone from the Ten Thousand Beasts Peak.

As expected of a disciple of Wanshou Peak, his temper is... very descriptive.

"Senior Brother." The young man next to the black-faced disciple saluted hurriedly, and did not forget to stretch out his hand to tug at the corner of his senior brother's clothes. Like a cunning cat, he smartly winked at his senior brother.

The eldest brother is still here, so there is no need for him to scold.

Gu Jin nodded gently and smiled soothingly before turning to look at the children below the stage, finally his eyes fell on Su Jingchen who was speaking.

Following Gu Jin's line of sight, the disciple who was paying his respects hurriedly whispered, "He is Su Jingchen, fifteen years old this year, with good talent. His spiritual veins are among the best among this group of children, and he also defeated all the other competitors in the competition just now."

Gu Jin didn't watch the competition just now, but he could guess how grand the competition was.

If something goes wrong on the road to immortality, it is impossible to cram everyone into the inner gate at once, so there must be a general competition.

"The spiritual vein is roughly at the middle-grade first class." Yongqing stepped forward, came to Gu Jin's side, and told him the general situation.

Xiaoyao Sect has a trial of the road to immortality every ten years, but not every time there are inner disciples. The true disciples of several elders are found by themselves, so it is rare to encounter a first-class middle-grade person who walks out of the trial.

Among ordinary people, he is a genius.

It’s a pity that everyone on the podium is a genius.

Hearing this, Gu Jin nodded slightly, his eyes neither calm nor indifferent, without even a hint of emotion revealed, so calm that it made people doubt whether he heard the voice.

Gu Jin slowly opened his lips, his voice was cool and soothing, just like the breeze blowing the wind chimes, pearls falling on a jade plate, making people feel much clearer.

"The Mountain Division Conference has not yet ended. Whether or not Weiming Mountain accepts disciples has nothing to do with you."

Even if Weiming Mountain accepts disciples, he must get first place before he can join.

The first-class mid-level products are just like this.

Su Jingchen looked around with pride, raised his head and eyebrows, and snorted with disdain, "I came here just for Immortal Venerable Jing Lin. If Weiming Mountain accepts disciples, it doesn't matter if I take first place!"

The discussions gradually rose one after another, and with no one on the podium speaking out to suppress them, the mocking laughter became more and more outrageous.

Su Jingchen was not the most outstanding in either the path to immortality or the competition just now, but now he is the most arrogant.

Listening to the voice beside her, Mu Yun swallowed her saliva, reached out and pulled Su Jingchen's sleeve gently, and said carefully: "Brother Su, let's not..."

Before she could finish her words, Su Jingchen waved her away, gave her a cold look, his face as gloomy as water, and stared coldly at Gu Jin on the podium.

The villain is the hero's defeated opponent.

And you dare to show off in front of him.

Also match?

Gu Jin lowered his eyes and looked at the farce in the audience. His fingertips clenched his sleeves tightly, but he still managed to smile a little, upholding the dignity of the Xiaoyao Sect's senior brother, "The competition has not yet begun..."

"You do not deserve!"

The person hasn't appeared yet, but the spiritual power is following the sound.

The clouds rolled in the sky, and a silver-blue light broke through the sky, pouring down brilliant sunshine, illuminating the entire square.

The sword light swept down with a mighty sword energy. The strong spiritual power made the air stagnate for a moment, and it was so sticky that it was almost solid, as if water would drip out in the next breath.

The disciples who were not so skilled felt a moment of suffocation, and boundless spiritual power surged instantly. The long sword pierced into the white marble floor on the high platform, and the hilt vibrated and made a buzzing sound. The sword light exploded and spread throughout the entire square. The silver-blue spiritual power wrapped around bits of gold and even dyed the white clouds in the sky.

Countless swords made a humming sound, echoing with the long swords inserted in the platform, as if submitting to their king.

The pressure suddenly descended from the sky, causing Su Jingchen, who was at the front, to kneel down on the ground with his knees weakened.

Qi Jinglin slowly stepped into the air and landed on the high platform in the blink of an eye, beside Gu Jin. He lowered his eyes and looked at Su Jingchen below. His low and hoarse voice caused the spiritual power between heaven and earth to vibrate, and it was faintly filled with hostility and murderous intent, "Who do you think you are to question my disciple!"

After he finished speaking, Su Jingchen knelt a little deeper. The pressure made it impossible for him to straighten his back, and his bones made crackling sounds.

Yong Wei pursed his lips tightly, as if he had already felt the pain. He couldn't help but turn his head away, but saw that Immortal Jing Lin's hand was on his senior brother's waist.

Almost... holding the person in his arms.

I rubbed my eyes...my hand was still there, so he probably wasn't awake yet.

Every bone of Su Jingchen was aching, his knees had sunk into the bluestone floor. He gritted his teeth and raised his head to face the spiritual power.

On the high platform, Qi Jinglin was wearing a moon-white robe, with his jet-black hair casually tied up with a white jade hairpin. The sword energy lifted his hair but could not conceal the aura around him.

A closer look revealed that his robe was covered with densely packed and intricate patterns sewn with silver-blue silk threads in an attempt to soften his aura. Qi Jinglin stood condescendingly on the high platform like an ancient god, indifferent and arrogant, which made people feel awe.

"Master." Gu Jin bowed, his heart filled with endless longing. He looked up at the person beside him, not knowing what he was saying for a long time.

He may never have met his Master.

Qi Jinglin raised his hand and tapped Gu Jin's forehead, frowned slightly, looked at the headmaster beside him with displeasure, and said sarcastically, "Senior Brother Headmaster is so arrogant. You made my Ah Jin so tired, and you even asked him to attend the mountain division meeting. You might as well tire him to death. You really treat people like cattle and horses."

The cold and hard expression that Cang Wei had been trying hard to maintain cracked slightly, and his eyes twitched as he tried to ignore Qi Jinglin's words.

Fortunately, there was a soundproof barrier, so the disciples in the audience couldn't hear it.

The head of the sect stood straight, pursed his lips tightly, trying hard not to roll his eyes. He glanced at Qi Jinglin and said nothing, maintaining his mysterious image.

Qi Jinglin snorted coldly, looking up and down at the elders, sneering at their disguises, "Why are you pretending? You are pretending to be great in clothes. Don't I know you? Each of you is reluctant to part with your own apprentices, and you only harm my apprentices. Did Ajin and the others let you work and pay you?"

"No." Gu Jin was used to doing this job, and his mouth spoke faster than his brain.

Qi Jinglin raised his head slightly and shouted at the headmaster unceremoniously, "Pay me money!"

I'll give you a huge compensation!

The headmaster was already cursing like crazy in his heart.

If possible, he really wanted Qi Jinglin to stay in seclusion forever.

Who on earth said he was the most beautiful girl on the planet?

What kind family would grow thorn balls as flowers?

"As an immortal, can you please have some shame?" The sect leader could no longer endure it and gritted his teeth with an unchanged expression.

Qi Jinglin sneered, his back straight, looking like an immortal, cold and aloof to the disciples below. "If you want face now, I will give it to you."

"Pfft——" Yongwei couldn't help but almost laughed out loud, pinching his arms and shoulders and shaking continuously.

"Ugh..." Su Jingchen couldn't bear the pressure and fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He still looked up and stared at Qi Jinglin's figure unyieldingly.

The head of the sect frowned slightly, with a dark look in his eyes, but he still threw the bag around his waist to Gu Jin and said, "Let him go."

Qi Jinglin raised his hand casually, and the soundproof barrier dissipated along with the pressure. Su Jingchen fell to the bluestone floor, his body twitching slightly.

"I want to join the Weiming Mountain..." Su Jingchen tried to stand up, staring at the person on the platform with burning eyes.

Only after he joins Weiming Mountain can his journey to becoming the leading man officially begin.

Qi Jinglin turned around and looked at Su Jingchen, and heard Gu Jin whispering, "Su Jingchen is fifteen years old this year, and has a first-class middle-grade spiritual vein, which is considered..."

"Even if you are a peerless genius, you have no chance to be with my Weiming Mountain." Qi Jinglin's words, which were full of spiritual power, spread throughout the entire sect. They were loud and clear and could not be rejected. "I only have Gu Jin as my disciple on Weiming Mountain. In this life, in this world, and forever, I, Qi Jinglin, will never accept another disciple!"

His gaze slowly returned to Gu Jin, Qi Jinglin softened his gaze and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Understand?"

Gu Jin was slightly stunned, rubbing the corner of his clothes with his fingertips. It took him a long while to come back to his senses and nod quickly.

"I...I know."

Qi Jinglin rubbed his head and turned to look at the headmaster, "Brother, do you understand what I mean?"

He finally discovered that when people get old they always like to persuade others to have another child.

It’s a pity that Gu Jin is the only one for him, forever the only one.