The villain master got pregnant after being whitewashed [Transmigration Book]

The sound of falling and pounding resounded all around, and there was a dead silence in the auditorium.

Yan Jin, who was staring at no one before a cup of tea, was paralyzed in the center of the ring like a dying fish, his body convulsed violently, the scars on his wrists and ankles were horrifying, and blood was dripping The wheat-colored skin dyed the wooden countertop bit by bit.

A few steps away, the young man straightened up slowly, his chest heaved up and down rapidly, and his face turned pale; he coughed lowly, spit out a mouthful of blood, threw away the dagger in his hand like a swan, and slowly came to Yan Jin Beside him, looking down at the trembling people.

In the silence, the young man smiled contemptuously, his eyes were cold:

"You should be thankful that this competition stipulates that killing is not allowed, otherwise you would not even have the right to be ravaged by me."

The immortal who was in charge of monitoring on the high platform was the first to react. He threw the teacup in his hand to the ground, raised his hand and summoned his sword, and stood up to scold him.

"Who taught you to kill people in the competition?"

A slender figure stood in front of Yunxi, and Si Yao stood with his hands behind his back, with a cold face, looking coldly at the young man covered in evil spirits.

Yun Xi's body froze, and the murderous intent in his eyes was fleeting. When he turned to look at Si Yao, his charming peach eyes were immediately stained with panic, "Master——"

"Kneel down."

"Master, I-"

"Bold scoundrel!" Si Yao twitched his brows, raised his palm, and the young man in the center of the ring gave a soft knee and knelt on the ground with a thud, "Maliciously hurting people, do you know your mistake?"

Yun Xi gritted his teeth, vermilion blood slid down the corner of his mouth, "I don't recognize it!"

"Okay, okay, okay," Si Yao, who has always been gentle and peaceful, said "Okay" one after another, with an angry face on his face, and shouted loudly, "In the name of the suzerain of the Xuanqing Sect, I disqualify my disciple Yunxi from the competition."

"Come on, drag this person down, fifty whips!"

"Yes!"

"Master Supervisor," a servant on the high platform stepped forward, handed the man a cup of warm tea, and asked respectfully, "Should I report this matter to Lord Immortal Governor?"

"No hurry," the man waved his hands, looked at Si Yao's leaving back and sneered, and said sinisterly, "This 'bitter trick' is really good."

"Go and see the one on the stage, don't die here."

The little servant took the order and hurriedly called the doctor, and the two trotted to the side of the ring. After checking, the doctor in white sighed and said loudly in a voice that could be heard clearly by everyone in the audience, "Life is safe, it's just the limbs and tendons. I am afraid that I will not be able to walk in the future.”

The crowd was in an uproar.

As a practitioner, his business is to uphold the righteous way and eradicate evil spirits, but Yan Jin became a useless person because of a competition, which is more humiliating than killing him directly.

Until a few strong men dragged Yan Jin, who was foaming at the mouth, and the judge announced that the next competition was about to begin, most of the spectators were still immersed in shock.

"The suzerain is so angry, do you think Brother Yunxi will be expelled from the sect?"

"Maliciously hurting people is a big taboo in martial arts, and Senior Brother Yunxi represents the face of the sect. This matter will not be easy."

"It's also disrespectful to discuss the teacher in private," Ye Ling reminded in a cold voice without turning his head, and walked two steps forward to Jing Xi's side, "You concentrate on the competition, and the suzerain will take care of the matter just now."

"Yes."

Hearing this, Jing Xi's dignified face softened, and she came to the ring with her sword in hand.His opponent in this battle is Qi Mingzong's big brother Mi Lu, who is famous for his quick attacks, but he is not good at defending.

The men who challenged were a little shorter than Jing Xi, but they were extremely strong. When they came to the stage to salute each other, they had a faint smile on their faces, "I heard Mr. Jing's name earlier, and I am honored to fight today."

Jing Xi nodded slightly, holding the hilt of the sword in her hand, like a wild leopard looking for food in the grassland, staring closely at Mi Lu with a pair of dark eyes.

Following an order, the strong figure immediately rushed towards Jing Xi. The difference was that this person seemed to have separate bodies, appearing repeatedly on the left and right sides, making it hard to tell the real from the real.

Jing Xi stood there secretly startled, not because he was surprised by the swiftness of this person's actions, but because of the unstoppable spiritual power in his body, which made him very surprised.

At Ye Ling's request, from the day he entered the sect as an apprentice, besides bathing and sleeping, he had to carry the hundred-jin black iron sword on his back even when eating; It took dozens of times of effort by others to use the black iron sword freely.

But today was the first time he got rid of the shackles, and he felt extremely light all over his body, and the spiritual power in his whole body was circulating rapidly, only his heart couldn't adapt for a while, and it hit the heart wall violently.

Deliberately ignoring the abnormal reaction of the body, the young man's dark eyes sank, and with a twist of his wrist, his whole body merged with the jade-white cloud sword, and he jumped on his toes, and the human sword flew towards the figure not far away as one.

"Well!"

The familiar feeling of suffocation suddenly struck, as if someone was holding his heart in his hands, stabbing it fiercely with thousands of silver needles; Yu Lian was the only one who noticed something was wrong.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Since he left the Xuanqing Sect, heart disease has seldom occurred. As the tinnitus became louder and louder, like drums beating the eardrum, Ye Ling straightened up with great effort, holding the handle of the wooden chair tightly with his left hand, and intermittently said to Yu Lian , "Go...go get a glass of water."

Facing the pale and sweaty Master, the young man was in a panic and turned around in a daze. In a panic, he took the teacup and poured water. His fingertips trembled slightly when he looked at the teacup.

Taking advantage of the time when the young man turned his back, Ye Ling quickly took out the porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out one and took it; his eyes were blood red, but it was like drowning in a deep sea, and the desperate suffocation and clear stinging pain overwhelmed him, He couldn't do anything except gasp for breath and let out a short, sharp hiss from time to time.

No one can save him.

"Master, I'm going to find the suzerain—"

"Come back!" Ye Ling roared, Si Yao must not let Si Yao know about the heart attack, so he can only stabilize Yu Lian first, "Sit down!"

The outcome of the competition in the arena has been decided, and Jing Xi wins with ease. Mi Lu's smooth and flowing swordsmanship beats Mi Lu back steadily, without any power to fight back. The audience burst into cheers.

When the competition came to an end, the burning pain in his chest eased slightly. Ye Ling straightened up, as if being picked up in icy water. Cold sweat soaked his underwear, and the breeze brought a chill.

If Jing Xi bumped into this pale face, she would definitely guess that her own demons were attacking, and it was inevitable that she would not think of the previous actions of Yuan Shen, and all her hard work during this period would be in vain.

Thinking of this, Ye Ling clenched her back teeth, stood up prettily, and said to Yu Lian in a breathy voice, "Help me back."

"now?"

"Yes, immediately."

When Jing Xi looked up, she happened to see two familiar figures from the stands.

Amidst the cheers of hundreds of people, he only saw the figures of the two of them leaving together after getting off the stands; the distance was too far to see their expressions clearly, only that they were very close and seemed to be whispering something.

He stood on the ring for a long time, until his back almost disappeared from sight, Ye Ling never turned his head, never looked at him.

The young man's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and a trace of self-mockery flashed in his eyes. He strode off the ring and walked in the opposite direction from where the two left.

Yunxi knelt in the courtyard without saying a word, his face pale, his back covered with welts left bloodstains on his gray gown, his left hand was twisted in a very strange posture.

The sky is not beautiful, one moment it was warm and warm, and the next moment it was a howling wind, dark clouds, and raindrops falling down.

"Your left arm is dislocated."

Jing Xi approached, and pointed out calmly, "The Zongmen is in the hall right now, it's useless for you to kneel here."

Yun Xi didn't bother to look up at him, and said hoarsely, "If you're not going to find your master after the competition, why are you here?"

"You don't hesitate to break the big taboo and use tricks in the competition to pick off Yan Jin's tendons and tendons, but to prevent him from getting into the top five and worshiping the suzerain as a teacher."

Jing Xi and Yun Xi stood in the rain for a long time, until the rain soaked both of their clothes, and then said again, "Is it worth it?"

"It's worth it, I just wish I could kill him with my own hands," Yunxi sneered, and coughed out a mouthful of dark blood. Pay something, don't you?"

Yunxi seemed to have opened up a chatterbox, and asked himself to answer, "Do you know why I only deal with you in the entire Xuanqing sect?"

Jing Xi was silent.

In the empty and lonely courtyard, even the green plants were stained with a layer of gray, only the young man smiled softly:

"Because we are the same kind of people, for the sake of the end, the means are never unscrupulous."