The villain is too beautiful! The hero is in love again

Ye Yi had just recovered from the severance of his meridians, and after being kicked by Qian You, he felt as if his internal organs had shifted.

His face turned pale from the pain.

I could only cover my chest with my hands, which was in constant pain from being kicked, and grit my teeth to stop the urge to vomit blood in my stomach.

Trying hard to get up.

Just a few days ago, all his relatives died overnight, and now he was surrounded by Qian You and others and was cursing at him.

The hatred in my heart almost reached its peak, and dark lines appeared around my eyes.

Yin Luwu looked helplessly at the young man at his feet, whose face was covered in blood and who was struggling to get up, but the murderous desire in his eyes was as thick as ink.

I took a few steps back in fear.

"Huh...huh"

Ye Yi raised his head while panting, and just in time to see the owner of the embroidered shoes bending down to wipe the hem of her skirt that was soiled by his accidental touch.

It was like he was not a living person, but just a pile of dirty garbage.

He had already understood what human nature was like that day, so he was not too sad at the moment.

I tried to stand up with great effort, I could have used my kneeling position to get up.

But because this posture looks like kneeling down and begging for mercy,

Refusing to show weakness, the boy kept falling down and getting up, falling down and getting up again.

After trying this several times, he finally stood up staggeringly.

Sikong Zhao, who was sitting on the high platform, had a clear view of the scene happening below.

His fingers, like dry branches, pinched his beard, and he narrowed his eyes with a look of emotion.

"This boy is really strong-minded and resolute. If you can keep this original intention on the road of cultivation, there is no need to worry about not being able to advance."

Jiang Shenglin turned his head and looked at the source of the farce, his eyes showing indifference to human life.

"Master, he has five spiritual roots."

"Oh? What a pity."

Sikong Zhao retracted his gaze and no longer paid attention to that place.

People who practice cultivation can live for thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

To him, the five spiritual roots that were no different from those of ordinary people were like ants. It made no difference whether he died now or a hundred years later.

There is no difference at all

"Call those people with single spiritual roots over here."

"Yes!"

Ye Yi looked coldly at the thousands of pairs of eyes on the field, all of which were excited to watch the fun, and whispered to the people nearby from time to time.

From time to time, they would comment on him, and the ridicule and contempt in their remarks were so obvious.

There were thousands of people, but no one came to help, let alone speak up to protect him.

The feeling of being the only one in the world and feeling isolated and helpless instantly reflected in Ye Yi's heart.

Then let them all be destroyed! They should all be buried with his dead family members!

"not good!"

Xia Zeyuan looked at the darkening value on Ye Yi's head, which could not be ignored, and the signs that he was about to be possessed by a demon.

His little heart nearly stopped beating, and he quickly revealed himself and flew down.

Please hurry up and pray, may the Bodhisattva in heaven bless you.

Don't let the protagonist become possessed in front of so many people in Lingyuan at the beginning of the plot. What will he do in the future?

"Why are you gathering here to make noise?"

Xia Zeyuan fell from the sky in white clothes. Because he was facing the sun, golden sunlight poured down from his back.

In Ye Yi's eyes, this scene was like a golden Buddha descending from the sky, covered in a thousand-foot-high glow.

The compassion in the Bodhisattva's eyes was like a star fallen to earth, so bright and dazzling that he dared not look directly at it.

Redemption generally stood before him.

It slowly overlapped with the figure in the sea of ​​fire and corpses that day.

The distance between the two of them was so short that he could smell the unique cool fragrance coming from this person.

This made Ye Yi feel like he could hold his hand tightly and never let go.

"It's Leng Yue Xianzun!"

"Immortal Lord"

"I heard that Immortal Lengyue hasn't accepted any disciples yet. If I can become his disciple, wouldn't I be his only direct disciple?"

"You wish for that. You are a third-level spiritual root. What can you do?"

"I think I still have a chance."

"Don't even think about it."

"Don't argue. Haven't you noticed that those people who were found to have only one spiritual root were already taken away by Jiang Shenglin? As for us, we're lucky enough to be able to stay in the outer sect."

The Immortal Venerable Leng Yue has always been a mysterious person who is hard to find.

It was like a legendary figure, and this was the first time they had seen him so closely.

Everyone was discussing in low voices.

The teenagers present were not very old, and they happened to have voice changers, so all the sounds of their duck voices mixed together.

Xia Zeyuan felt like he was standing in a breeding farm, and the noise was giving him a headache.

"Noisy!"

Leng Yue Xianzun pursed his lips together, and the pressure from his body was no longer restrained. A transparent halo quickly spread from his body.

'Ong!'

The huge buzzing sound immediately suppressed everyone present, who covered their chests in pain and dared not speak again.

Some couldn't bear it anymore and knelt down.

For example, Ye Yi, whose five spiritual roots were seriously injured and not yet recovered, had new injuries.

In the crowd, Yin Luwu, who had just learned that she was just a mixed three spiritual roots and that her path to becoming an immortal was basically hopeless, looked at the Immortal Venerable Lengyue with a pale face.

Does she have to take the path of relying on the furnace cauldron of male cultivators?

No! Yin Luwu refused to accept her fate!

The girl bit her lower lip, enduring the dull pain coming from her chest, and walked forward with difficulty to help Ye Yi up.

"Immortal Venerable, these people rely on their spiritual roots to bully the weak! They attempted to kill this junior brother during the spirit testing ceremony which has not yet ended.

If Lingyuan only recognizes spiritual roots and despises the lives of mortals, then we might as well not come!"

Yin Luwu stood up straight, her eyes filled with the determination to fight to the death.

"Oh?"

Woman, you have my attention.

This statement from a domineering CEO with a strong sense of middle school mentality suddenly flashed through Xia Zeyuan's mind.

I couldn't help but secretly complain in my heart:

No wonder she can be the first wife, with her brains and her scheming

If he really was the Lengyue Immortal Master Su Li, it would certainly arouse some interest.

It’s a pity that he only loves Xia Zeyuan, a simple loli.

The silent Leng Yue Immortal Venerable had a face as cold as the ice on the top of a snowy mountain that never melts all year round, and he seemed increasingly inhuman.

Jiang Fan was horrified by what was happening before his eyes.

He went forward and tugged at Yin Luwu a few times, trying to pull her down, but failed to move her at all.

Finally, he had no choice but to kneel down. He kowtowed several times.

"Immortal Venerable, Junior Sister is young and hot-tempered. She didn't mean to contradict you! Please forgive her mistakes and don't punish her."

Before Ye Yi could recover from the shock of the pressure, Yin Luwu grabbed his arm and forced him to stand up.

My whole body was in so much pain that my face was as pale as gold paper, and my vision was getting darker and darker.

He raised his head with difficulty to look at the Immortal Lord whose image had become a double, as if he was going to die on the spot in the next second.

As if he had sensed Xia Zeyuan's displeasure, even though he desperately needed Yin Luwu's support at this moment.

But she still insisted on pulling her hand off his arm.

He looked anxious, as if he wanted to immediately distance himself from her.

“Let…let…let me go”!