Paranoia and fall! The world-weary young master amazes the cultivation world

【Zhou Jin, 17 years old】

【Foundation Building Peak】

The system broadcast sound is very fast.

But the boy on the opposite side's scimitar was also very fast.

The gray figure rushed towards Ning Xiyuan rapidly, with all the spiritual energy gathered on the scimitar, a ruthless killing move.

Sharp.

With unique decisiveness and resolution.

Hatred is burning.

Zhou Jin wished Ning Xiyuan would die, and everyone could see it.

Ning Xiyuan didn't hide, just stood there.

When the scimitar came down with great force, the girl just raised her hand slightly.

"clang!"

There was a crisp sound.

The scimitar broke into two pieces, and the tip of the blade turned into a gust of wind and directly stabbed into the ground next to it.

Ning Xiyuan slightly closed his hand and locked it around Zhou Jin's throat. Even without touching the skin, Zhou Jin's face turned red.

"Boom!"

The two figures moved very quickly, and in the blink of an eye Zhou Jin was slammed into the pillar at the door.

Fast, too fast.

Everyone was stunned.

Ning Xiyuan's name as a genius was well-known, but it was the first time that they were so directly shocked.

"Want to kill me?" Ning Xiyuan loosened his hand and said in a light tone.

Zhou Jin seemed to be embedded in the stone pillar and no matter how hard he struggled, he could not break free.

"why?"

There was no such person's face in her memory, and she couldn't even find it in the system.

A...nobody.

"Ning Xiyuan! You wiped out my entire village three years ago! I will kill you!" Zhou Jin's eyes were bloodshot and the veins on his neck were bulging.

Everyone was shocked by what he said.

Massacre the village!

Three years ago... Ning Xiyuan was only twelve years old!

Could you do such a heartless thing?

There was whispering all around, and everyone looked at Ning Xiyuan with fear and contempt.

"It's not me." Ning Xiyuan said calmly.

Week end…

There is no power of luck, and no one can possibly kill her in the future.

She doesn't want to bear this stigma.

"It's you!" Zhou Jin was still struggling desperately, as if this was his only chance and he would not stop until he killed Ning Xiyuan.

The hatred that burst out from his eyes was such that he was willing to die together with his friends.

"I hid in the tree that day! You were wearing the attire of an inner disciple of the Futu Sect!"

"I will never forget it!" Zhou Jin's voice was almost hoarse, but his anger still made him excited.

Ning Xiyuan: "There are hundreds of inner disciples in the Futu Sect, how do you know it's me?"

Zhou Jin gritted his teeth and said, "The sword energy is filled with light, light and ethereal, and every sword strike seems to be in the clouds."

"Nebula Sword Technique!"

"Ning Xiyuan! Stop trying to quibble!"

In the entire Southern Region, only Ning Xiyuan, who is known as a genius in swordsmanship that only appears once in a century, has comprehended the remaining version of the ancient sword techniques.

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

Nebula Sword Technique?

Such high-end stuff!

The voices of discussion in the hall became louder, and they looked at Ning Xiyuan with more contempt and fear in their eyes.

In this case, the person who massacred the village must be Ning Xiyuan!

Cruel and ruthless people are more likely to go astray and be bitten back by the sword.

"impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

Two voices sounded at the same time, both coming from the Futu Sect.

The first to speak were Lu Chaoyang and Ning Jin.

When Lu Chaoyang heard the four words "Nebula Sword Technique", he spoke directly.

Good guy!

He had studied the Nebula Sword Technique for several years but had not yet fully understood its principles.

Not to mention that Ning Xiyuan is not a swordsman at all!

But this...

Lu Chaoyang didn't say anything in the end.

Ning Xiyuan is not a sword cultivator? Exposing this truth will not do any good to the Futu Sect.

Matters involving the sect's interests always need to be considered carefully.

Lu Chaoyang was silent, but Ning Jin was not silent.

She retorted to Zhou Jin: "My junior sister would never do such a shameless and inhumane thing."

"I can testify that my junior sister definitely did not massacre everyone in Wuzhou Village!"

"..."

"..."

The silence was deafening.

Ning Xiyuan's mouth twitched slightly, and he folded his arms across his chest and turned to look at Ning Jin.

well.

The murderer appeared.

Ning Jin's eyes suddenly flashed with panic, and she covered her mouth as if she realized she had said something wrong.

"Junior sister, I am not..."

She hesitated and said nothing for a long time, but it seemed like she had said everything.

"enough!"

The leader of the Futu Sect spoke, her beautiful eyes slightly opened, and she looked majestic without being angry.

Even the whispering sound disappeared.

"Personal grudges should be settled privately!"

"What a scene it is, making a scene here!"

The leader of the Futu clan sat up straight, his attitude was obvious, which was to make a big deal out of a small matter.

Ning Xiyuan grabbed Zhou Jin's collar and pulled him out from the stone pillar.

The stone pillar indeed had a human-shaped groove.

"I didn't massacre the village." Ning Xiyuan carried Zhou Jin without any pressure, as if he was carrying a pile of garbage with ease.

"I swore to myself that I have never been to Wuzhou Village."

As Ning Xiyuan finished speaking, a white light flashed, and the oath was fulfilled.

Zhou Jin's eyes widened: "This is impossible!"

He will never admit his mistake!

"Good boy, if I'm the murderer..."

"I won't leave you as a nuisance."

Ning Xiyuan threw the person to the ground casually and walked towards his seat. When he passed by Ning Jin, he said, "Senior Sister, if you are the murderer, you must be brave enough to admit it."

"Stop hesitating."

"You look stupid in framing someone."

Ning Jin's face was normal, his voice was calm, and he had the demeanor of a master who could remain calm in the face of danger: "Junior sister, you are joking."

"Everyone knows who the murderer is."

"Isn't the Nebula Sword Technique something that Junior Sister can be proud of?"

"..."

Ning Xiyuan sat back and asked casually, "You swear too?"

Ning Jin hasn't answered yet.

The clan leader sitting in the front row shouted, "Ning Xiyuan."

Ning Xiyuan's smile faded, the curve of his mouth gradually became smaller, and finally formed a straight line.

This feeling is terrible.

Cover-up or partiality?

I really want to kill someone.

But this is the original owner’s mother.

Not hers.

Ning Jin smiled.

The draw will proceed as usual.

Ning Xiyuan lowered his eyes and stared at the tea leaves in the cup in a daze.

To kill...or not to kill?

How about this…

last chance.

If she is disappointed, she will send this woman to the underground.

The first round ended quickly.

Except for a few large sects, other sects do not care about the results.

They were even discussing who was the murderer of the village massacre.

Not Ning Xiyuan?

Then who was it that mastered the ancient Nebula Sword Technique?

Are there other geniuses in the Futu Sect?

In the second round, when Ning Xiyuan attacked again, his opponent was Qu Zhen.

The daughter of Yuehua Sect Master.

Dharma practice.

Twenty years old, early stage of Golden Elixir.

"Please teach me." Qu Zhen bowed, his expression unchanged.

So, for once, everyone's attention was focused here again.

The leader of Yuehua Sect dotes on his eldest daughter very much.

He has the best food, clothing and other necessities, and brags about them to everyone he meets.

Even the clothes she wears are defensive spiritual weapons.

Ning Xiyuan nodded and put away the God-Slaying Sword.

She now...

I'm in a bad mood.

The rage deep inside me cannot be suppressed at all.

So when Qu Zhen started to form seals, a magic circle lit up under Ning Xiyuan's feet.

The frost magic circle expanded and spread, instantly climbing up to Qu Zhen's ankles.

Qu Zhen had already formed a seal in an instant, but the girl opposite her...

There is no seal at all.

There was an uproar.

How can this be!

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Typing in the waiting room is extremely difficult

Good night, babies.