Each disciple is not simple

"What's the matter?" The voice of the soul inside the storage ring was directly transmitted to Xiao Jian's mind.

Xiao Jian's face lit up with joy. After dodging the attack, he quickly asked for help, "Senior! Senior, please save me! This man is crazy! He wants to kill me!"

The soul is not awake all the time. Now he took a look at the current situation and his face changed drastically in an instant!

"What's going on? Why are you in the Supreme Sect?!"

"Senior! Have you forgotten? I told you that I'm here to participate in the sect competition!" Xiao Jian spoke quickly, "I'll explain it to you later. Now, please help me win!"

The soul hesitated, but Xiao Jian could no longer withstand the raging flames.

Why is it that the person whose weakness is discovered is more difficult to deal with than before?

Xiao Jian felt a little regretful. It would be better to let Chi Yan drink the potion so that he could be more normal.

"Senior! Don't forget that we are now in a relationship where we all prosper together and suffer together!"

Seeing that the soul didn't say anything for a long time, Xiao Jian urged again.

"Alas... never mind..." the soul sighed.

"This boy is indeed powerful. I'm afraid other methods cannot defeat him." The soul body's voice was still somewhat reluctant. "The only plan now is for me to temporarily control your body and defeat him."

Xiao Jian fell silent after hearing this.

After all, for a monk, the body must not be allowed to be controlled by others. Otherwise, there will be endless troubles!

"If you don't want to, forget it." The soul said in a light tone, "Controlling your body is also a drain on me."

"No, no, no! I do! Senior!" Xiao Jian gritted his teeth and agreed.

Now he is the up-and-coming star of the Wuxiang Sect. If he loses the match in public, he will probably have a hard time in the sect in the future.

Now that the Xiao family has been defeated, he has no family to rely on. If he falls into the quagmire again, he may never be able to turn over in his life!

Take a gamble!

The smile on Chi Yan's face was wanton and crazy, and he was about to hit Xiao Jian hard in the face.

With this punch, he guaranteed that Xiao Jian would fall down and never wake up!

The imagined feeling of fist hitting flesh did not appear!

Just like hitting an indestructible rock, Chi Yan felt that every bone in his palm was broken!

Xiao Jian, who had been keeping his head down, suddenly raised his head, and his eyes seemed like a different person, vicissitudes and deep.

Xiao Jian stood there holding a sword, like a sword practitioner who had experienced many hardships but still had a firm faith in Taoism. His every move was calm and composed.

Chi Yan's punch just now hit his sword directly.

"It's been a long time since I breathed fresh air..."

"Damn it! I hate people who pretend to be cool!"

Chiyan didn't say anything and launched a series of punches!

Poor Xiao Jian didn't even have time to finish a complete sentence before he was pinned to the ground and beaten by Chi Yan without any defense!

"Senior! Fight back, Senior!"

Xiao Jian's soul screamed frantically in his sea of ​​consciousness. He never expected that after handing over the control of his body, such a powerful soul would be so useless!

The soul was also confused!

This young man has no moral principles!

He hasn't had time to adjust to his body yet!

Shouldn't the other party listen to what he said before taking action without knowing his own limitations?

The punch was like a storm, making Xiao Jian feel pain all over.

He suddenly felt that being a soul was not bad, at least he couldn't feel pain.

"You ignorant... kid...of life or death! It's my turn..." His soul has finally adapted to his body, it's time for him to fight back!

"Go to hell!"

Chi Yan didn't hear what Xiao Jian was saying at all. He just grabbed his body with both hands and threw him hard to the audience!

'Xiao Jian' looked at the blue sky and white clouds, and his brain went into a state of panic.

Xiao Jian, who had been jumping and roaring in his sea of ​​consciousness, also opened his mouth, but could not make any sound.

Just... lost like this! ?

Xiao Jian closed his eyes peacefully and passed out!

"The winner! Supreme Sect Chiyan!"

Chi Yan on the competition stage snorted coldly and wiped his bloody face casually. He felt a sudden pain and his face, which was already unclear, became even more distorted!

To others, this appearance looks like a ferocious ghost!

Unlike in the past when all the disciples rushed forward, no one dared to get close to Chi Yan!

He was like an aloof king, walking down from his throne and accepting everyone's attention.

"It's so satisfying to beat you! Senior brother will forgive you temporarily!" Mu Feng didn't mind the blood on Chi Yan's body at all, and directly hooked his neck.

Chi Yan groaned subconsciously and tried to push Mu Feng away.

At this moment, Jun Moyao also walked to his side and whispered, "Well done."

The three brothers walked through the crowd as if no one was around.

At the end of the crowd, Mingjia had a smile on her face.

"Don't follow me!" Chi Yan growled at the person next to him and pushed Mu Feng's arm away lightly.

Turn around and leave.

He must have lost his mind and was unable to react because of excessive blood loss, otherwise why would he be hanging around these people!

Wild beasts fight alone, only lambs fight in groups!

Compared with the situation on Chijian Peak, the defeated Xiao Jian immediately suffered a backlash.

As popular as he was in the Wuxiang Sect, now that he had lost the game, everyone was ridiculing and despising him!

The ethos of the Wuxiang Sect is to praise the powerful and bully the weak, and praising the powerful and bullying the weak means there is not much room for error.

One failure could be fatal.

When Jun Mingzhu failed, Xiao Jian's attitude was very subtle. Now it was his turn, and everyone in the Wuxiang Sect also stayed away from him.

After the soul left his body, it became unusually silent. I don't know if it was because the shock was too great.

Xiao Jian got up from the ground and saw Xiao Teng surrounded by a crowd in the distance. He felt extremely unwilling.

That position where everyone is paying attention should be his!

These opportunists! He just lost a game!

However, what awaits him is not only the disregard and belittlement of his fellow disciples.

"Useless thing! You really disappoint me!" Bu Hui looked down at Xiao Jian, as if he was looking at garbage!

Xiao Jian was stunned and clenched his fists at his sides.

The morning game was over, everyone dispersed, and it seemed that everyone had forgotten him.

Even if someone looked at him, it was only with sympathy or contempt.

"Can you... still stand up?" A cold and hesitant voice sounded above his head.

After Xiao Jian looked up and saw who was coming, he laughed at himself, "Why, are you here to laugh at me too?"

Jun Moyao pursed her lips, as if puzzled, "Why should I laugh at your joke?"

Hearing this, Xiao Jian was startled and met Jun Moyao's eyes that showed no extra emotion.

These eyes were still pure, as if they had never experienced any hardship.

But he knew that Jun Moyao had experienced no less hardships than anyone else.

"Why..." Xiao Jian murmured in a low voice.

"What?" Jun Moyao didn't hear his vague words clearly.

Xiao Jian lowered his eyes, unwilling to look at her expression.