The villain is going to be a giant in women's clothing [Transmigration Book]

Seeing that Wen Ren'an was not found in sight, Chi Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.

After seeing Wen Ren'an's situation with his own eyes, Chi Cheng has already automatically and consciously classified the pavilion master as a "freak" out of love for this innocent friend... The reason why he didn't use more derogatory words to describe it is because He also got along with the pavilion master for a while, and he didn't think that the pavilion master was a vicious villain.

He stood up and told Elder Liu next to him that he had to sort out his emotions.

Elder Liu was chatting with an old friend, and he couldn't help showing off his good apprentice, inside and out.

Hearing what Chi Cheng said, Elder Liu was taken aback for a moment, and quickly came back to his senses, pulled him to question him carefully, and made sure that he was just a little nervous before the game, so he relaxed: "Okay, you go, come back quickly , don't waste time."

"No." Chi Cheng nodded slightly, then picked up his clothes, and walked carefully through the gap between the crowd.

After reaching the outer ring, Chi Cheng found the sound transmission paper crane from the space ring.

"Thank you, brother, for your concern. I will definitely try my best to get a good result in the big competition... How is the brother's injury recovery? I have a lot of good wound medicine here. If you need it, I can give it to you."

Wen Ren'an saw Chi Cheng leave the crowd and go to a remote corner to send him a voice transmission.

After thinking for a while, he controlled the flying beast under his seat to land slowly, and stopped directly in front of Chi Cheng.

Wen Ren'an came suddenly, and when Chi Cheng suddenly saw a flying beast falling in front of his eyes, he took two steps back in a panic.

However, when he heard the familiar voice above the flying beast, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Senior brother Wenren."

"It's me," Wen Ren'an jumped off the flying beast and stood in front of Chi Cheng: "The two of us are not far away, so we won't waste the sound transmission paper crane."

When hearing Ren'an's voice, Chi Cheng couldn't tell anything, but now looking directly at Wen Ren'an, he clearly noticed the other's pale face.

"Brother, are your injuries still serious?" Chi Cheng frowned slightly: "It doesn't look like it's getting better at all."

The injury caused by the owner of the Lingxiao Pavilion has almost healed. Wen Ren'an's pale complexion is because he has taken too many pills containing luminous aura. Serious damage was done.

But Wen Ren'an didn't explain, he just smiled weakly.

"Junior Sister, I want to ask you a question." Wen Ren'an said suddenly.

The topic jumped too fast, Chi Cheng didn't react for a while, and froze in place in a daze: "Huh?"

"Junior Sister, what do you think of the Demon Race?" After a pause, Wen Ren'an still had the courage to ask this question.

"I..." Chi Cheng reached out and touched his head, looking distressed: "I don't have any ideas, the demons are actually similar to the human race, they all have thoughts and ideas, as long as they don't take the initiative to hurt humans, I can even fight with them." Be friends."

"Brother, what do you mean?" Chi Cheng was full of doubts.

"It's nothing." Wen Ren'an clicked until he got the answer and stopped asking.

Wen Ren'an wanted to say a few more words to Chi Cheng, but suddenly he heard voices from the other side of the competition field.

He turned his head and glanced in the direction of the competition platform, and found that the competition should start.

"You go back first, and play well in a while." Wen Ren'an turned his head and told Chi Cheng: "I'll just watch you outside, and use the photo stone to help you record the game process, and send it to you after the game, so you can look good yourself See what's wrong with it."

"Okay." Chi Cheng nodded.

After the two of them said their goodbyes, Chi Cheng returned to the position under the Lord of the High Heaven Pavilion.

Seeing that Chi Cheng had disappeared for a long time, the Pavilion Master lowered his head curiously and asked, "Cheng'er, what's the matter with you going out?"

Chi Cheng raised his head and smiled shyly at the pavilion master: "It's my first time participating in the inner sect competition, and I was a little nervous, so I went out for a stroll and relaxed."

"Don't be nervous, take a deep breath," the pavilion master bent down caringly, and told Chi Cheng, "Don't think about anything when you're on the court, just focus on the opponent in front of you, and do your best."

Chi Cheng twitched the corners of his mouth, but his smile was not good-looking, and he could see that his mentality was not very stable.

Many disciples will have such emotions before the competition, even if the teacher persuades them, it will not be of much use.

The final result and performance still depends on them individually.

The pavilion master understood this truth, so after explaining to Chi Cheng a few more ways to stabilize his emotions, he raised his body and looked away from Chi Cheng.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of something, turned his head and asked the apprentice beside him, "Where is Wenren'an?"

This little apprentice is the most transparent among the many apprentices of the pavilion master. When he suddenly received a question from the master, he was at a loss for a moment, and then he reacted: "Senior...Senior brother hasn't appeared for several days, and this disciple doesn't know where is he."

"Hmm..." The pavilion master bowed his head and pondered for a moment, then stretched out his hand and pinched a sound transmission paper crane, telling Wen Ren'an to return to the sect and serve as the senior senior brother to sit in the inner sect's Grand Competition.

His voice transmission was quickly received by Wen Ren'an.

Wen Ren'an pinched the paper crane's wings with a gloomy expression, wondering if he should open the message that his master handed over.

What will be inside?

He silently counted the time in his heart, and finally opened the paper crane.

After listening to the sound transmission from the pavilion master, Wen Ren'an shifted his gaze to the highest seat in the auditorium.

The Lord of the High Heaven Pavilion was sitting there, looking majestic and dignified from a distance, awe-inspiring.

And there was an empty seat next to him, which was obviously reserved for him.

Wen Ren'an was silent for a long time, but he still walked out of the crowd, climbed along the auditorium to the top, and stood in front of the pavilion master.

"Master." He saluted respectfully.

"Where have you been? Why haven't you returned to the sect for several days?" The pavilion master looked Wen Ren'an up and down several times, asking where he had been during this time.

Wen Ren'an lowered his eyelashes, and responded in a low voice: "The disciple encountered a bottleneck in his cultivation, so he stayed alone at the foot of the mountain for a few days, trying to break through this barrier."

"Bottleneck?" Hearing these two words, the pavilion master was startled, not knowing exactly what kind of bottleneck Wen Ren'an encountered.

Is it a problem that all cultivators will encounter, or is it a predicament that only the mixed blood of humans and demons can enter?

The pavilion master was worried that Wen Ren'an would fight against the human race when the blood of the demon race awakened in the future, so he deliberately replaced the cheat book he used for cultivation with a cheat book that would improve his cultivation rapidly, but his strength would be poor.

This cheat book can also be regarded as one of the treasures brought out by the pavilion master who accidentally escaped from a certain secret realm.

It's a pity that the owner of the pavilion took great pains to make Wen Ren'an a nameless name, but because of the existence of the Jueying Pavilion, Wen Ren'an directly chose a cheat book that was more suitable for him.

Now even if he knows the identity of the human-devil hybrid, as long as he makes some changes on the basis of this cheat book, he can continue to practice.

Wen Ren'an still didn't know that he had missed his master's plan, so he still answered the question earnestly with some guilt and embarrassment: "But now I have overcome the bottleneck."

"Then...that's good." No matter what, Wen Ren'an's bottleneck has passed, and the pavilion master stopped asking, but began to perform his duties as a master and cared about his body: "I see You are pale, do you have any questions? If you need pills, go to the pill room to get them."

"It's just the injury caused by breaking through the bottleneck forcibly." Wen Ren'an smiled shyly: "I think today is the Inner Sect Grand Competition, and I want to take a look, so I am a little impatient and left some internal injuries. Nothing serious."

Come to see the Inner Sect Grand Competition... probably because of Chi Cheng.

The pavilion master thought of this, looked down, and found that Chi Cheng was turning his head, looking at the two of them.

"Okay, you're not in good health, just sit down first." The pavilion master didn't want to talk to Wen Ren'an any more, so he casually pointed to the place farthest from Chicheng and asked Wen Ren'an to sit down.

Wen Ren'an walked to the chair and sat down.

The junior brother next to him cast a sympathetic look again, Wen Ren'an didn't pay much attention, and raised his head to think about the pavilion master.

He has almost confirmed that he has the blood of the demon race, but he still doesn't believe it...

The original belief of more than [-] years fell apart in an instant, and Wen Ren'an even began to suspect maliciously, whether those thoughts were deliberately transmitted to him by the pavilion master, just to watch the demons kill each other?

But at that time, the pavilion master's gentle care for him was also true...

Wen Ren'an sighed and sat back in the chair.

The ancient activities are as cumbersome as the modern ones. Before the official start of the competition, all the guests and heavyweight players are always introduced, and then a few leaders talk for a while, dragging on for almost an hour.

In modern times, Chi Cheng could still secretly yawn or change his figure while no one was paying attention, but now that he was sitting under the pavilion master and was being watched by everyone, he really didn't dare to sit still.

Just standing upright like this for an hour, when the last guest to speak walked off the stage and the audience burst into thunderous applause, Chi Cheng finally breathed a sigh of relief and twisted his waist a little.

After the leaders finished their speeches, the host announced the rules of the game.

The host on the stage has mastered a secret technique called "Wanli Voice Transmission". With this ability, his words can be heard clearly by people within a radius of ten miles.

The rules of the game are simple:

First, divide the inner disciples participating in the competition into several large arenas according to their cultivation level, and each arena will not interfere with each other.

In each major arena, they are divided into four groups, and the four groups are further divided... until the final two-two confrontation.

The one who wins takes the top position, and the one who loses will retire directly.

This competition system is cruel, but sometimes, luck is also part of strength.

After the rules of the competition were finished, there was a wave of excitement in the audience, and almost all the disciples shouted frantically, hoping that the blood of competition could be completely burned in the arena.

Chi Cheng, who was originally calm, was also infected by this emotion, and cheered softly.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from his ear.

"Miss Chi, you have to calm down during the competition, and don't let this kind of emotion follow you all the time."

Chi Cheng turned his head, roughly glanced at the person sitting behind him, and finally fixed his gaze on Wen Ren'an.

"Brother?" He gestured with his lips.

"Well, it's me," Wen Ren'an continued to send him a voice transmission: "During the match, no matter what, you must be stable, and when you make moves, you must think about the way out in your mind, and don't fool people with moves."

"By the way," Wen Ren'an suddenly thought of something, and his voice became clear: "Today's atmosphere has been created very well, so the opponent you meet should be very excited, and you will also be a little impulsive when you make moves. At this time, if you observe him carefully, you can win within a few strokes."

When Wen Ren'an taught Chi Cheng how to fight, although he used his spiritual power to transmit sound to enter the secret, Elder Liu and the Pavilion Master who were beside him and had a higher cultivation level than him heard the whole process.

If Wen Ren'an had flirted with Chi Cheng during the Inner Sect Grand Competition, it is estimated that neither of them would give them any good looks.

But after listening to these passages with his ears sideways, he found that Wen Ren'an was indeed teaching Chi Cheng seriously, and the expressions of the Pavilion Master and Elder Liu returned to normal.

After finishing speaking, Wen Ren'an raised his head and smiled at the Pavilion Master and Elder Liu respectively, not knowing what the smiles meant.

Because there were too many disciples participating in the initial test of the inner sect competition, an elder contributed a mustard space, which seemed to be only a few hundred meters away, but was actually divided into tens of thousands of large spaces, which could be used by all inner sect disciples. Compete in it at the same time.

When the mustard space appeared, almost everyone present gave a cry of surprise.

The owner of the mustard space proudly cast a sideways glance at the elders of the sect next door, then activated the mustard space and called all the disciples participating in the competition to jump in.

After Chi Cheng got the voucher for the competition, he also stood up and walked towards the mustard space.

Along the way, many people encouraged him, but Chi Cheng couldn't respond to each of them, so he smiled and greeted him.

But on the way, someone suddenly shouted loudly: "Junior Sister Chi, you will definitely win!"

In the arena, no matter how excited everyone was, they didn't dare to speak too loudly, let alone yelling out the words under the eyes of many elders.

But now, someone has done this, and his existence is very noticeable...

The doubtful disciples looked towards the place where the voice came from, and then looked away clearly after seeing the person's appearance clearly.

Shi Mingzhi.

This person is the favorite junior of the ancestors, so what if he yells a few words on the field?He smashed the equipment on the field, and he probably only got a few reproaches.

Shi Mingzhi didn't care about the eyes of the people around him, he stood up directly, raised his head high, put his hands in the shape of a trumpet by his mouth, and cheered Chi Cheng loudly: "Junior Sister Chi, come on! You must be fine! Knock your opponent to the ground!"

Shi Mingzhi's fanaticism overwhelmed Chi Cheng.

He smiled stiffly, waved his hand to express his thanks, and then quickly walked down the steps and jumped into the mustard space.

The dislike of Shi Mingzhi is obvious.

Someone next to him made a good-natured ridicule, but Shi Mingzhi didn't take it seriously, turned around, and boldly announced to everyone present the ownership of Chicheng: "See! Junior Sister Chi is mine! He will definitely be with you in the future." I'm together! We're made for each other!"

... Then his hooligan-like behavior stopped under Elder Liu's beating.

Elder Liu's forehead was full of veins, and he directly twisted Shi Mingzhi to the Pavilion Master's side.

After casually throwing Shi Mingzhi to the ground, Elder Liu thought for a while, and offered advice to the Pavilion Master: "Pavilion Master, I think Shi Mingzhi's cultivation can still improve, so let's send him to mine for a few days tomorrow, that's fine." Let him experience the people's feelings."

The pavilion master glanced at the elder of the sect next door who was sitting not far away, his eyelids twitched twice, and he also agreed with Elder Liu's plan: "OK."

For this decision, Shi Mingzhi was heartbroken, while the Pavilion Master and Elder Liu were happy.

And below, the reactions of the inner disciples of Lingxiao Pavilion were also different.

There are those who are still in love with Shi Mingzhi, although they are heartbroken that he fell in love with another woman, but they still feel sorry for Shi Mingzhi and go to mine.

There are also those who couldn't love him or were hurt by him, and now they are gnashing their teeth and happy, wishing that Mingzhi could be more miserable when he wished.

On the other hand, most of the male compatriots on the field took a gloating attitude.

Relying on the old ancestor behind him and a pretty good face, this little boy attracted the attention of most of the female disciples in the group, leaving the honest male disciples with no way out.

What a pleasure to see him unlucky.

When Shi Mingzhi opened his mouth and wanted to say something, Elder Liu directly blocked his throat.

"Pavilion Master, what about the old ancestor..." Elder Liu looked at Shi Mingzhi, and suddenly thought of the old ancestor behind him, so he looked at the pavilion master with some worry.

The pavilion master shook his head lightly, saying it's okay: "It's okay, I'll talk to my ancestors."

"Okay." Elder Liu saw that the pavilion master's face was calm, without any worry or hesitation, and his heart was also at peace, so he directly carried Shi Mingzhi off the field.

How lively it is outside, Chicheng in the mustard space doesn't know.

He was staring at the male disciple standing opposite.

This person is his opponent in this game.

The male disciple seemed to have a good impression of Chi Cheng. When he met Chi Cheng during the competition, his already agitated cheeks flushed even more, and he stuttered: "Master, younger sister..."

Chi Cheng was very calm: "Brother, I offended you."

The male disciple wanted to say something more, but Chi Cheng shook his hand, holding a long sword in his hand, and then covered his body with a layer of light aura, and directly approached him.

Although this disciple was emotionally excited, his reaction was not slow. He stepped back a few steps, and then turned his wrist, and a long knife spread along his arm.

Although Chicheng only learned swordsmanship for a few days, his performance was almost the same as that of ordinary people who had learned cold weapons for several years.

And this male disciple hasn't been learning saber techniques for a long time, his mentality is exploding now, and his performance is not very good. The two of them are evenly matched in the contest of weapons.

And Chicheng has a light aura body shield, which is more than one level higher than the opponent in terms of defense and battery life.

After spending less than half an hour, the male disciple was sent flying by Chi Cheng's sword because of exhaustion.

When the two of them fought against each other, neither of them was ruthless, so the male disciple was not injured.

...It just fell to the ground without hindrance, and my butt hurts.

The male disciple took a few breaths, regained his strength, and then slowly stood up on the ground: "I lost."

"Senior brother accepts." Chi Cheng raised his hand and saluted the male disciple.

This game is over.

Before the two of them, most of the matches had already been completed. I heard that there was one with the fastest time, and the loser was thrown away by one move, and fell into a coma.