Quick travel: Cannon fodder snatches away the yandere villain

"Oh no, I must have missed something last night!" Qi Jinglin didn't say much, turned around and flew away on his sword in an instant.

The library on Wangyuan Mountain had just opened, giving new disciples an hour to enter the library and find the right mental method. As direct disciples, Gu Jin and his companions also had half an hour.

"Oh no, Senior Brother, oh no!!!" Yong Wei came flying on a sword, but before he could steady himself he jumped down, and rushed into the library muttering something, not even the elders at the door could stop him.

The master's disciples did not dare to use magic to stop them.

After looking around and not seeing anyone, Yong Wei became anxious but did not dare to shout in the library.

Feeling the gazes coming at him, Yongwei couldn't help but shrink his neck.

I really want to hide.

Hearing Yongwei's movement, Gu Jin walked to the railing and looked down from the second floor, "Yongwei, what's wrong?"

Looking up and seeing Gu Jin, Yong Wei bowed respectfully. Although his tone was flustered, he was still polite. "Something happened in the hall. Senior Brother, please come with me."

Yongwei didn’t know much, he just knew that he had to invite his senior brother over first.

Logically, this matter should be asked to be handled by Uncle Jing Lin, but judging from Uncle Jing Lin's appearance, he may not be as reliable as the eldest senior brother.

Everyone praised him for his noble character and integrity, and said he had the potential to be an immortal.

This is all thanks to the Xiaoyao Sect for maintaining Uncle Jing Lin's image in front of others, otherwise all six realms would know that Immortal Lord Jing Lin is not a very human being.

Thinking about how his master was so angry that he talked to himself every day, Yongwei felt that it would be good for Uncle Jinglin to be a mute.

The two men flew up on their swords and flew quickly towards the main hall in front of Wangyuan Peak. The faint light of early morning appeared on the horizon, lighting up the misty clouds and casting a golden glow on the bright sky.

The moment he came down from the Sword of God Slaying, Gu Jin's heart beat very fast, as if countless arrows had pierced his heart, and every beat was tightened in panic.

Looking up at the extremely familiar hall, his steps gradually slowed down and his breathing became heavier.

His eyes trembled, and Gu Jin stopped, looking at the dark hall. His feet seemed to have taken root. He licked his dry lips and bit his lower lip to keep himself awake, but his fingertips could not help but tremble.

"Brother, hurry up..."

Yong Wei urged, but Gu Jin felt like he was dreaming, as if he had experienced all this. Like a bystander, he wanted to watch it again.

"He is the devil!"

Gu Jin followed Yong Wei into the hall through the side door. Before he reached the headmaster, he heard a loud and angry roar.

The two of them looked up in the direction of the sound and saw the bearded man in the middle of the hall.

He has a strong build and an upright posture. He looks to be over eight feet tall, as if he could eat two Yongweis in one bite.

He was wearing a fur coat with navy blue cloth sewn on it, with white fur edges draped over his broad chest. The exposed skin was dark and rough, and one could tell at a glance how rough he was.

Around his waist was an intricate chain with a variety of pendants hanging from it, including animal bones and teeth, as well as brightly colored stones.

"This is the sect on Ganshao Mountain. Most of them train their bodies and have brute force. They are good at close combat with bare hands. I heard that their leader has an indestructible body and is invulnerable to swords and spears..." Yong Wei lowered his voice and leaned close to Gu Jin's ear. Before he finished speaking, he saw everyone's eyes slowly falling on them again.

Seeing everyone's inquiring eyes, Yong Wei couldn't help but ask, "Why are they all looking at us?"

Gu Jin did not answer. He blocked Yong Wei behind him, tightly grasped his God-Slaying Sword in his hand, looked at the bearded man in front of him, and met his eyes.

The sharp eyes were filled with a biting coldness, which seemed to penetrate his body and pierce into his soul.

This sentence is talking about him!

He had to kill him.

Master once said that we must uproot the grass. Only dead people don’t talk nonsense.

Yong Wei held onto Gu Jin's wrist. Although most of his vision was blocked, he could still feel the rising hostility from his senior brother.

This is not what a cultivator should have.

Seeing Gu Jin's expression, before he could even utter a word of worry, he heard his master speak: "You are slandering me! How could there be a demon in our Xiaoyao Sect? Don't talk nonsense!"

The word "devil" will bring disaster if you are tainted with it.

The bloody river that slew the demon god in the war among the three realms thousands of years ago is still vivid in our minds. Weiming Peak has been protecting the stability of Kuromo Mountain from generation to generation. What right does the bearded man have to blame Xiaoyao Sect?

Gu Jin placed his thumb on the sword, pushing it out an inch, revealing the sharp blade.

At any time...to take his life!

"Really?" The bearded man curled his lips slightly, his eyes never moving away from Gu Jin, staring at Gu Jin in the dark like a venomous snake, "Is what you Xiaoyao Sect said right again?"

"What my Xiaoyao Sect said is of course correct. But you have no basis whatsoever to accuse my disciples!" the Sect Leader shouted coldly.

Gu Jin slowly mobilized his spiritual power, thinking about how to kill the enemy with one blow.

"I really have no evidence, but whether he is a demon or not, we will know if we try it!" The bearded man sneered, and the moment he put his hands together, golden light surrounded him. The Vajra Formation under his feet sparkled brightly, and the Demon Subduing Pestle appeared above his head. The bloody murderous aura slowly spread.

The elders at the front looked at each other and formed seals one after another. If Big Beard killed the disciples of Xiaoyao Sect in Xiaoyao Sect, Xiaoyao Sect would really become a joke.

"Get lost, you nagging me!"

Before the formation was formed, the bearded man was kicked in the lower back and the demon-subduing pestle on his head was knocked away by a sword, falling on the bluestone floor of the hall and rolling several times, making a crisp sound.

Looking at Qi Jinglin standing steadily at the door, the sect leader opened his mouth, then slowly closed it and turned his head away silently.

No, the number one in the world of immortal cultivation, who is unparalleled, aloof and out of this world, kicked his way in!

I don’t have the eyes to see, I really don’t have the eyes to see.

But you can't beat or scold him, because he is really strong.

The bearded man got up from the ground, unable to even straighten his back. He looked at the person standing at the door, raised his finger and pointed, trembling and unable to speak.

Qi Jinglin took a step forward, hooked his finger and recalled the Immortal Sword that had stuck the Demon-Subduing Pestle into the ground, and looked at the bearded man coldly, "Whoever questions must provide evidence, haven't you heard of that?"

Even though he knew that Gu Jin was a demon, Qi Jinglin was not at all afraid.

As long as he is confident, no one can doubt him.

The main focus is on specious arguments.

The bearded man calmed his breath, widened his eyes, and looked at Qi Jinglin with bloodshot eyes, "Qi Jinglin... you dare to fight with me, you short-lived thing from Weiming Mountain!"

What a loser who doesn't know his own identity! He actually dared to hit him.

Damn!

Qi Jinglin chuckled and raised his finger. The Immortal Slaying Sword was already against the bearded man's throat. "I will die young... I should let you know what it means to die young!"

Feeling the sword energy of the Immortal Slaying Sword, the bearded man didn't even have the courage to move. He tried to distance himself from Qi Jinglin and swallowed his saliva, "I have evidence!"

"What evidence do you have?" Qi Jinglin slowly grasped the hilt of the sword and wanted to tap the bearded man's cheek with the sword, but was resisted by the force of the sword.

So dirty! So dirty!

Don't touch me! ! !

The sword was slightly bent for fear of touching the bearded man, and it emitted a low buzzing protest.

Reluctantly, he put the sword back, and saw the bearded man took out a wooden sign, which was the sign of Cangming Auction House. "Last night, two men in black robes came to Cangming Auction House to sell the Void Spirit Pill, and also wanted to buy two kinds of medicinal materials, Jade Tower Grass and Ancient Demon Blood Flame Fruit. I used the Demon Pestle to track the evil spirit and it was on him!"

The head of the sect followed the bearded man's movements and moved his gaze to Gu Jin's side, then turned to look at the wooden sign in his hand.

"There's something on the wooden sign...ah!" Before the bearded man could finish his words, the Immortal-Slaying Sword had already cut off his palm, and the wooden sign fell at Qi Jinglin's feet.

Qi Jinglin raised his foot and stepped on the wooden sign. With a slight force, the wooden sign instantly turned into ashes and was destroyed in an instant.

"Any more evidence?" Qi Jinglin raised his chin arrogantly, raised his eyebrows slightly, and stared down at the bearded man condescendingly.

“Qi Jinglin!” The bearded man covered his wrist and looked at the severed hand on the ground, roaring heartbreakingly, “I’ll kill you!”

Qi Jinglin slowly smiled, "You can try, or do you dare?"