Cultivate the evil ways of the world

Without even thinking about it, Shao Riwan said, "No way."

Now is not the time to show off, there are too many uncertain factors in Wei Changze, it is best to stay dormant at this time.

"It's not as serious as you think," Wei Changze said. "I haven't revealed it because I'm afraid I won't be able to stop in the future. If I want to leave this circle in the future, I don't want to be too ostentatious."

Since he had this plan, he began to make such preparations.

Shao Riwan said: "Then pretend to the end."

"Before was before," Wei Changze said with a smile, "Isn't this a change of mind?"

Shao Riwan lay back, looked at the roof and said, "I actually found a fault today. If Jiang Bixin doesn't get rid of me for a day, I will feel uneasy, but I still can't do it."

Wei Changze said, "How much better do you want to be? It's already very good."

He has never been too demanding.

Shao Riwan was too lazy to argue with him on this standard issue. Wei Changze has always used the industry's lowest standard to measure himself and others, and the biggest advantage can be regarded as being content with the status quo.

After all, this person is too lazy to be around.

Shao Riwan's injuries were not serious, and if he had stopped the rushing blood in time, nothing would have happened, but he insisted on pretending at the time, and his tendons were damaged due to excessive force. This is the most common injury among immortal cultivators. It will be good to raise it for two days.

The next day, when the drum was beating, Fang Mo drew the third one to play.

Jiang Bixin was seriously injured yesterday, but he seemed to be in good spirits. He was drawn fifth to play, and he was ranked last. The opponent was the sword repairer surnamed Liu, and he was not easy to deal with.

Shao Riwan sat down in the spectator seats. He chose a corner seat this time. He was too lazy to chat with people for a while, and the other was that he couldn't hear the noise of others analyzing the battle situation.

A thin old man walked slowly here with a mahogany cane, and sat beside him, separated by a chair.

Shao Riwan glanced casually, seeing that it was the old man with the goatee that day, he straightened up and nodded as a greeting.

The old man also returned a salute, with a rather kind expression on his face.

At this moment, the battle drums were beating on the stage, Dao Tong reported the names of both sides, and the statement was as far as it went, but life and death were irrelevant.

The old man turned his head and focused on the platform.

The dozen or so people left today are considered to be the best among young people of this generation. The battle situation is naturally good-looking. Shao Riwan also sighed in the audience. Watching this battle is probably more useful than studying it for half a year. many.

On the platform is a martial arts cultivator and a medicine cultivator. These two approaches are very extreme, and generally give people a very rigid impression. Martial arts cultivators are five big and three rough, and medicine cultivators carry a thin and weak one on their backs every day, and a medicine jar on their backs every day. , but the two people on the platform are not like this.

If it wasn't for each of them showing their weapons, it would be difficult for the people sitting down to tell which one was medicine cultivator and which was martial arts cultivator. Both of them had excellent spirits and looked quite confident.

With the sound of the war drum, he made a bold move, without hesitation in every move, and his smooth and smooth movements made people's eyes shine.

Watching such a competition always makes people inexplicably invigorated.

The old man beside him stroked his beard.

People in the world will always have prejudice against those who inherit the great cause. It is probably like the head teacher said to every class of students, 'You are the worst class'. They are given too high expectations, so Forced to be labeled as 'poor'.

Dongsheng Shenzhou has been in existence for more than a thousand years, and there are countless immortals. People are always worried, like unfounded worries, feeling that the fairyland has declined, the world is not as good as it used to be, and the strength of young immortal cultivators is not as good as before. Kinds of kinds.

But if you really have to sit here and see the competition of these outstanding people, you can feel it firsthand. This is all nonsense.

Those who say that they are in decline are regarded as watching the sky from the bottom of a well, not knowing that there is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond the people.

The predecessors used flesh and blood to open up the road, and the future generations have no reason to go further and worse. With the practice of countless geniuses and hardworking people, this road will gradually become higher and more people will be imprisoned. Outside the door, they shouted that the world is in decline, and only very few people can open that door and stand at the top.

Shao Riwan only has this feeling that he is still too far behind.

The name of the martial artist on the stage is Shi Gan, and he has reached the third level of Jindan. It can be seen that he is in the same realm as Wei Changze. They are both stuck in the stage of transforming gods. The paths are different, and it is the most vicious path.

Shao Riwan had come into contact with many martial artists in Tibetan Mountain before, and had never experienced such an aura.

Shi Gan only stood on the stage, and he dared not commit a crime.

His brows and eyes have not yet been fully opened, like a young and cheerful boy next door, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, tall and tall, dressed in gray and short brown, with a circle of eagle totems carved from black iron around his wrists, and a meteor hammer Several big holes have been smashed out of the platform.

I saw his hands clasped together suddenly, fingers close together, the meteor hammer spun several times and brought out bursts of air vortices, which made Yaoxiu fall forward out of thin air.

The medicine cultivator's name is Li Ling, and the purple poisonous gas radiates from his body. Even Shi Gan can't get close, but it's okay if someone else is around, but Shi Gan's weapon happens to be a meteor hammer, and the most suitable weapon is a long-distance attack. In fact, the victory or defeat has already been determined.

This battle lasted for almost two hours, and the two of them had exhausted only one or two points of their true energy. The meteor hammer in Shi Gan's hand was corroded by the poisonous gas. Surrounding him, Shi Gan gritted his teeth, couldn't hold his breath any longer, and rushed straight into the poisonous gas with his right arm. With a fierce round of his right arm, all the true energy was concentrated in the hammer, and he tried his best to break through the barrier. , and hit Li Ling's chest with a loud roar.

The two fell to the ground at the same time, and Li Ling was sent flying, fell hard to the wall, and slid down.

Shi Gan's poisonous gas entered his body, the color of his face faded quickly, his lips turned black, and his body trembling slightly fell to the ground.

A group of people rushed out of the audience and carried the two of them out.

Shao Riwan let out a sigh of relief, looked startled, and changed his posture, only to see Wei Changze coming over, sitting on the empty chair between him and the old man.

Shao Riwan said, "Why are you here?"

"It's not my turn," Wei Changze said, "It's all meat, it's not easy to beat."

Shao Riwan happened to have something to say, so he hurriedly said, "Let's forget it, I think."

Wei Changze smiled, "It's okay, don't worry."

Originally, Shao Riwan still had some confidence, but now that he saw the tragic situation in the previous game, he really wanted to retreat.

Wei Changze secretly held his hand that was placed underneath, and changed the subject with a smile: "I really can't stay there any longer, Fang Mo dragged me and talked endlessly, my head was going to explode."

"say what?"

"Taoism, exercises, sword manuals, and Horcruxes," Wei Changze said, "whatever comes to mind, I don't understand these things. I really can't stand it."

Shao Riwan laughed and said, "Probably because you pretended too much, he thought you were so skilled."

I'm afraid that no one in the world knows what Monk Buji looks like when he is a queen.

Wei Changze smiled, sat back and looked at the stage.

Shi Gan has already destroyed the platform in sevens and eighties, this is a common thing, there are several iron plates in the field, just waiting for emergencies, and at this time people are spreading them on the platform for emergency repairs.

The old man turned his head and said, "Which one is the first one to appear on the stage, little friend?"

Wei Changze said, "The third one."

The old man's face was wrinkled with a smile, and his brows were out of sight. "The third one is better, and it's not too difficult."

"Indeed," Wei Changze said casually, "very good."

"Therefore," said the old man, "I wish you the best of luck."

Wei Changze raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, "Don't dare, you're joking."

The old man shook his head with a smile and stopped talking.

Wei Changze stayed here for less than half an hour, and the second round began, and a disciple of Tianjimen invited him back to the preparation table with a good voice.

He was too unruly, so Shao Riwan rushed back.

The second round was the soul cultivator's victory, and it lasted for an hour. The soul cultivator's horcrux overflowed with true energy and injured several monks in the audience. He didn't dare to sit in front of him anymore, leaving a large area , only those monks waiting to play were left.

Shao Riwan began to feel a little flustered from this moment, clenched his hands under the cuffs several times, and his palms and feet felt slightly cold.

He wanted to go up to the front and tell Wei Changze to stop making trouble, but he also thought that this person might not like it, and it might damage his self-esteem. Men have a good face, so maybe they shouldn't say that in front of everyone.

Wei Changze has always had his own opinion on this kind of matter, Shao Riwan would never intervene before, and now he really hesitated and panicked.

He kept going like this, and by the time he realized it, Wei Changze had already entered the field.

The war drum blew three times, shaking people's hearts.

The Taoist boy said: "Fang Mo, the soul cultivator of Huade Gate, is fighting against Wei Changze, the Twelve Wu Talisman cultivator. This battle is not about killing. It doesn't matter whether you live or die."

Shao Riwan took a deep breath and let it out again.

The old man stroked his beard with a smile and said, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing," Shao Riwan said with a smile, "he's still injured."

The old man said: "In war, we must pay attention to the timing, location, and harmony of people. All three are indispensable. As long as you grasp it well, you will surely win."

"Coincidentally," Shao Riwan said, "Based on these three points, he doesn't take any of it."

But the old man shook his head and said, "He's already got it all."

Shao Riwan was taken aback, frowned and looked at him, but the old man stopped talking, smiled in a pretentious way, and turned his head.

On the platform, Fang Mo saluted respectfully, "Please correct me, fellow Daoist Wei."

Wei Changze replied, "Fang Daoist, correct me."

The battle has officially begun.

Fang Mo didn't take the lead in sacrificing the white wolf this time. He meditated on the spot and slowly rose into the air with his arms outstretched. A wave of transparent air around him walked over the platform, making the scene inside the platform hazy and impossible to see. Clearly.

Dream soul technique!

Cultivating the soul, training the three souls and seven souls, with a sea of ​​mind and energy, can be regarded as the most stable monk. He has been tempered in the sea of ​​​​knowledge, and tortured himself until no one can knock him down.

The dream soul technique is to pull the opponent into one's own sea of ​​consciousness, to intimidate, ravage, and see through a person's heart with what the opponent fears most.

The platform was blurred under the aura, and Shao Riwan could only see the black figure standing on the platform, not moving for a long time.

What could Wei Changze fear most?

If he didn't think about it deliberately, he would only think that that person was not afraid of anything, but fear is a human instinct, no one is not afraid of anything.

He couldn't think of what Wei Changze would be afraid of, so he couldn't even worry about it.

But this made me feel even more empty.

For an entire hour, Wei Changze didn't break the dream soul technique, and the platform was peaceful.

Could it be that he died in it?

The old man next to him suddenly said: "I don't know where my little friend is from?"

"Qingming Mountain," Shao Riwan said absently, "Sword repair."

The old man smiled and said: "It turned out to be a sword cultivator. I only heard about Qingming Mountain later. It's really a pity."

Shao Riwan was already familiar with this kind of thing, and said casually: "Everyone has his own destiny, it's probably God's will."

"Little friend can see it well," the old man said, "I don't know your name yet?"

"Shao Riwan."

"A good name," said the old man, "Riwan is a word for 晼, and if you put it in during the day, your parents probably beg you to be calm and calm."

Shao Riwan paused, "Thank you, I dare to ask you...?"

"A boring old man," he said, "you must not disappoint your parents' expectations."

Shao Riwan frowned slightly.

The old man pointed to the battle platform, "It's coming soon."

As soon as the words fell, I felt a powerful qi blowing towards my face, and a hurricane swept across the stone formation like a hurricane, and the unoccupied chairs were rolled up and patted everywhere. Flying, unable to stand still.

Shao Riwan got up abruptly, and looked at the platform in the face of the overwhelming qi, only to see that the misty maze on the platform had been broken up, and Fang Mo fell to the ground.

Wei Changze was slightly unsteady and took a step back, then stood back immediately.

Fang Mo got up immediately, sacrificed the Horcrux without saying a word, and the white wolf drew it out. The real battle before everyone began.

The white wolf roared out, and Wei Changze quickly bit his thumb to draw a talisman with blood, saying: "Majestic avenue, repelling the evil like a scorpion, the golden gate is trembling, the sun and the moon lose their light, those who obey my curse, come and surrender quickly, those who Dawu curse, To die and perish, hurry like a law!"

A black tiger roared and tore through the sky.

The wolf and the tiger are actually completely different. The white wolf is trained by the soul cultivator sacrificed one of the three souls and seven souls, and the human and wolf become one, while Wei Changze just summoned the wronged soul of a fierce tiger to borrow strength.

But no matter who it is, when two beasts fight to the death, it is the caster who is tormented.

The battle platform was completely unrecognizable, the lifted iron skin was caught by the tiger, and it was thrown on the white wolf, causing the white wolf to slam its paws into the air to dodge, and the ground trembled violently when it landed again.

Many people have retreated to the end. This is obviously not a competition in the ordinary sense. Neither of the two on the stage can guarantee the safety of the people below.

Shao Riwan has been standing on the spot, and there is no one in front of him at this time.

Fang Mo was not idle during the Horcrux battle. He saw a blue light glowing all over his body, slowly forming a shield-like appearance. When he raised his hands, there were translucent sharp claws. The wind under his feet only took Wei Changze's heart and go.

Wei Changze took two quick steps back, an invisibility charm suddenly took effect, and disappeared in place, followed by his aura.

Fang Mo immediately looked around vigilantly, and suddenly turned around and stretched out his hand to lean forward. Wei Changze's figure appeared in midair, kicked his hand away, and landed firmly on the ground.

The white wolf pounced on the black tiger, biting its neck fiercely with its sharp teeth. Wei Changze suddenly groaned and half-knelt on the ground, with three bloodstains on his neck.

Shao Riwan turned around abruptly and stopped looking at it.

There were frequent movements behind him, as if the battle was raging, Shao Riwan stabilized and turned back.

The white wolf and the fierce tiger bit each other and rushed back and forth. The smell of blood filled the audience, making people feel terrified.

Fang Mo's whole body is covered with a hard shield, his soul is his shield, protecting him from any danger, Wei Changze can't get close, so he finally took out the mahogany sword with a blood talisman on it, the sword is full of blood .

He waited for Talisman to fight, so he couldn't use the skills of sword cultivation, only a mahogany sword could be used universally.

The two separated on both sides, only seeing the battle for a while, suddenly shouted, and rushed towards each other——!

Wei Changze can't go on anymore, this time the winner must be decided.

At this moment, the Horcrux suddenly decided the winner, the tiger howled, was bitten to death with a 'plop', and disappeared in place.

As the host, Wei Changze's steps were unsteady, and his figure swayed twice.

Shao Riwan was startled, turned over and was about to step forward, but her body seemed to be frozen, unable to move.

In an instant, the situation rose up on the battlefield, and the white wolf seemed to suddenly go crazy, and suddenly swung its huge claws towards Fang Mo!

Fang Mozong never expected to be attacked by a horcrux, and he still couldn't react until he was knocked down to the ground.

Everyone was taken aback by this huge reversal.

Wei Changze managed to stand up, walked up to Fang Mo and handed him a hand.

Fang Mo stared blankly at White Wolf, and asked, "Why?"

The white wolf seemed to have lost all his strength with one blow, and lay on the ground, with a low warning growl from his throat, looking at Fang Mo.

For a soul cultivator, the Horcrux is a part of his body, and it has been with him day and night since the day he entered the Tao. His soul will never betray him. He doesn't understand what happened.

Fang Mo raised his head and said, "I lost...what did you do?"

Wei Changze was stunned, "I didn't do anything."

Daotong stepped forward tremblingly, "Then...Fang Daochang gave up...?"

Fang Mo looked at his own white wolf, pursed his lips and nodded, and swallowed up and down his Adam's apple, as if enduring some great pain.

Shao Riwan seemed to be frozen in place, but suddenly he was able to move. He looked around for a moment, but found that the old man beside him had disappeared.

After that, the arena was closed today. Since the situation was really uncontrollable, the next competitions were postponed to tomorrow.

After the two went back, Shao Riwan told about the strange things he had encountered.

Wei Changze was silent for a moment, and said: "I should have lost today, and in the end I don't know why Fang Mo's Horcrux suddenly started to devour the Lord."

Shao Riwan suddenly remembered what the old man said, "He's got it all." '

But neither of them knew the origin of the old man.

Wei Changze was seriously injured, but he was not confined to bed. He went to find Fang Mo in the afternoon.

He usually pretends to be uninhibited, but it is the most difficult to owe others' kindness. This time is different. Shao Riwan knows that he is uneasy.

It was the beginning of spring when it was warm and cold, and there was a bit of chill outside. Shao Riwan sat at the table with a stove on fire and opened the letter.

There were two letters from home just delivered.

There are so many things going on recently, he doesn't know which one to worry about first.

The letter was written by his mother, and the first letter was very reserved. It said a bunch of things about the parents, and said that some small things happened to the family a few days ago. Later, he was lucky enough to have the help of a noble person. Mentioned Wei Changze and asked if they were still together.

The tone of the second letter was obviously urgent, telling Shao Riwan to go home immediately and stay away from Wei Changze.

This is very strange.

As usual, Shao Riwan read it again and walked to the stove, opened the lid, and threw the letter in.

At this moment, his face suddenly darkened, and the long sword suddenly drew out——!

The door was kicked open, and several men in black rushed in!

Shao Riwan was raising his sword, and suddenly the feeling of being pinned down in the morning came again!

He was startled and couldn't move no matter what.

Four or five people came up and surrounded him and took him away!