Vicious villains always roll over [Quick Transmigration]

Ji Miao split the opponent's barrier with Wufang sword, and under the opponent's fierce offensive, used spiritual power to push the opponent out of the circle.

"The third match, Miao wins!"

As the words fell, Ji Miao withdrew the Wufang sword, raised her eyes, saw the monk in white on the seat, and withdrew her eyes coldly.He didn't notice that the people in the seat froze because of his gaze, and because his gaze was moved away, they were helpless, and Pei Zhi who was beside him sighed.

The love in the world is nothing more than three or nine black tiles and coptis, the sugar heart is low and bitter, and you can't love, you can't wait, and you blame yourself.

Others can't interfere with such things as love tribulation. His junior brother has passed through, and the road to cultivating immortals will be open from now on. If there is no...

For the first time now he was worrying about something other than paperwork.

No matter how restless the people in the seat were, the monks in the audience were blown up.

Because Rong Ning seldom or even did not participate in such activities, when he appeared on the seat, it caused restlessness among the monks below.

Especially the female cultivators, they murmured among themselves, their eyes lit up, and they looked at the monks in white on the seat.

As far as they are concerned, Qing Zezun is like the bright moon in the sky, they can only be seen but not touched, and it is better to see less.

In order to get the gaze of the number one sword cultivator in the world of cultivating immortals, those disciples tried their best like fighting chicken blood.

Rong Ning's gaze followed Jimiao's figure, seeing Ye Zhuo running to Jimiao's side, handing over the elixir, and when Jimiao accepted it, his hands tightened slightly.

From that day on, the illusion seemed to separate them. The youngsters in the realm were lively and eager; the youngsters outside were only indifferent, as if everything was just a deer falling under the banana.

He doesn't like this feeling, and even wants to use the phantom beast again to trap Miaomiao in the illusion, but at the same time, he is very clear about his Miaomiao.

Does not like to be restrained.

……

After Ji Miao received the elixir, the beautiful young man's eyes were clear, and he threw it away in front of Ye Zhuo.

Then Ji Miao was satisfied to hear the prompt sound that the blackening value increased.

Ye Zhuo's complexion was erratic, still as gentle as jade.

"Doesn't Miaomiao like it? It's also my fault. I didn't know you didn't like it."

"It's also my lack of consideration."

Ye Zhuo speaks with a degree of advance and retreat, hiding all his displeasure, only revealing his warm shell.

If there was no notification sound for the blackening value, Ji Miao really thought that Ye Zhuo's heart was as calm as water.

There was a shallow smile in Ji Miao's eyes, and there was a deep evil in his eyes. He walked up to Ye Zhuo step by step, and whispered in front of Ye Zhuo: "Senior brother..."

"In the next match, Ji Miao, a disciple of Shangyang Peak, will face Si Yanqing, a disciple of Xuanming Peak."

Jimiao paused, and Ye Zhuo grabbed his hand when he turned around, but unexpectedly, Jimiao threw him away in disgust, and Ye Zhuo's hand that stayed in the air froze.

But he still put away his hands freely, and said: "Miaomiao, be careful in everything, people in Xuanming Peak are good at hidden weapons..."

……

Si Yanqing looked at the white-clothed monk sitting on the seat, his complexion turned pink with excitement.

He hadn't seen His Majesty for a long time, and then he frowned, wondering if His Majesty knew the scriptures passed down in the sect.

He does not allow anyone to tarnish His Majesty.

So in this match, he wants to knock Jimao off the stage, and let those people know that Ji Miao is not worthy to speak with Zun at all.

Si Yanqing Yufeng came to the stage.

He remembered that their cultivation bases were similar, both of them were at the middle stage of Golden Core.

He had prepared everything, but unexpectedly, Ji Miao knocked him down with just one move.

Si Yanqing wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were heavy.

"Golden core late stage?"

Ji Miao looked at Si Yanqing condescendingly, with a bit of contempt in his eyes, which angered Si Yanqing.

He still has a hole card.

When he and Jimiao Zhouxuan had already set up a killing formation, it was a well-known formation of the Si family.

Suddenly, the eyes of the people on and off the stage changed dramatically.

The situation on the stage was changing, and the figures of the two were submerged in the billowing smoke and dust.

Rong Ning's eyes moved slightly, and the powerful and majestic consciousness saw through the smoke and dust.

The Si family is famously paranoid, and they will do their best to do what they believe in.

Sharp lights flickered around, and the overwhelming soft knives blocked Jimiao's way.

Si Yanqing stood up and looked at the person wrapped in sharp edges.

"If you get rid of you, there will be nothing in the world, and your majesty doesn't need to be tied to you."

"It sounds pathetic for you."

The young man interrupted his words, raised his eyes to look at him willfully, opened and closed his thin lips, not afraid to provoke the person in front of him: "Wishful thinking and extreme ego."

Ji Miao's eyes slightly curved: "Generally speaking, no matter how much you shake your head and tail, Rong Ning will never look at you, no matter if it's a hundred years or a thousand years, or he ascends."

"Never even look at you."

Miao deliberately provoked him,

Si Yanqing pinched the tactic, his face turned blue.

Tens of millions of sharp weapons pointed directly at Ji Miao.

The pupils of the white-clothed cultivator on the seat shrank slightly, and Pei Zhi held him down, and said in a low voice: "This is a competition, and outsiders are not allowed to intervene."

"Besides, he'll be fine. He should have a hole card to deliberately provoke that kid from the Si family."

On the stage, Ji Miao's eyes flashed, and he opened the barrier. With more and more sharp weapons, the barrier was damaged to a certain extent. Ji Miao in the circle seemed expressionless, but in fact his face began to turn pale.

Wow--

The extremely beautiful young man spat out a mouthful of blood, which fell drop by drop on the stone steps, like red plums falling down the steps, with a broken beauty.

The barrier was shattered and was quickly drowned by the billowing dust.

Under the stage, Ye Zhuo couldn't sit still anymore, and wanted to jump onto the stage, but was preempted by a faster figure.

A force shot at Si Yanqing, that force destroyed the world, once Si Yanqing caught it, the golden core was shattered, and the road was completely destroyed. An old man flew up and dissipated most of the force, but the rest he could not To resolve it, he could only fall down with Si Yanqing.

But at last Si Yanqing's road construction was saved.

"Master?"

Ji Miao stood in the sky well, calling Rong Ning suspiciously.

The smoke on the stage was blown away.

Everyone in the audience was shocked.

Si Yanqing's complexion was as white as paper, and he didn't know if it was because the person he admired wanted to kill him, or if Jimiao didn't die.

Rong Ning's heart sank in panic.

But because of Jimiao's unfamiliar tone, he stopped.

Seeing this posture, Pei Zhi immediately pronounced that Si Yanqing was disqualified from the competition because he had the intention of harming his fellow disciples and wanted to put his fellow disciples to death.

The Si family knew it was their own fault, but they were still furious and wanted to kill Ning.

Si Yanqing's eyes were empty, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Since then, Qing Ze's reputation as a protector has spread.

What made the audience even more puzzled was how Ji Miao broke free from the illusion in a short period of time, and even more puzzled how to reach the sky.

Regardless of the people around him, Rong Ning hugged Ji Miao by the waist before everyone could react, and disappeared in front of everyone in the next second.

Everyone:? ?Am I blind?Why are people gone?Does that person respect you?

That is Miao:? ? ?

Pei Zhi: ...and throw him another mess.

He rubbed his temples with a headache, and conveyed to each peak master with his spiritual sense that they would host and stabilize the game.

……

Ji Miao's waist tightened, her head was held up by a hand, and she was forced to bury her chest.

Between breaths, there is a cool taste lingering, like broken jade and thin ice, wrapped in plum blossoms.

Before he could react, the scene around him came from the stone platform of Zongmen Dabi to the cave.

Hands as cool as jade touched his forehead, and it was only after Ji Miao came back to his senses that Rong Ning's face was as pale as paper.

The aura crossed from Rong Ning's body to him, and turned around. Maybe the attributes of the spiritual roots of the two are similar, that is, Miao didn't feel cold, but instead exuded comfort.

When the monk in white moved his hand away, the color of blood returned to his face.

There was still a certain warmth in his hands, and he curled his fingers uncomfortably.

The scene of the boy vomiting blood still remained in his mind, and he couldn't get it out of his mind. Every time he thought about it, he still had lingering fears, like cutting out his heart, and the pain was so painful that he lost consciousness.

He couldn't imagine that if his Miaomiao was gone...

How should he...

Seeing the white-clothed monk in front of him, Ji Miao's face turned blue and white, and felt strange for a while.

"Master, this disciple is fine. It was just a cover-up. If Master has nothing else to do, this disciple will step down first..."

While speaking in a cold tone, Ji Miao observed Rong Ning's expression, and he admitted that he couldn't change the badness in his heart.

The unfamiliar tone made Rong Ning's fingers turn white, but he forgot that in reality, his Miaomiao had never done anything in his dreams.

Maybe his Miaomiao forgot, or it was just a whim.

When Rong Ning thought of this possibility, his light lips pursed slightly, turning pale.

He turned around, not wanting Jimiao to see the slightest fragility, as if he was that cold white-clothed master again, and said flatly, "Go back."

Rong Ning heard the footsteps gradually drifting away, each step seemed to be stepping on his heart.

He was a little dazed and uncertain.

Maybe Ji Miao doesn't like him at all, and doesn't have the slightest feeling for him, everything is just his wishful thinking.

Maybe he shouldn't overstep, shouldn't be tempted, let alone be tempted by selfishness.

He took out the wine from the storage bag. He rarely drank, but he remembered what the person who delivered the wine told him.

Sober up and eat the wine of Zhongshan, drunk for a thousand days.

Rong Ning took a few sips, his fair face flushed.

No matter if he is drunk, after waking up, he will go to retreat for a hundred years, not caring about worldly affairs,

From then on, he is only a master and will not overstep. He will protect Jimiao on the road of cultivating immortality and watch him soar.

And he...

I probably won't be able to get out...

The alcohol stained his clothes, his beautiful face was full of confusion and ignorance, and there was such a deep bitterness in his eyes.

He thought in a daze, how uncomfortable this love is.

It was a hundred times more painful than when he suffered a hundred thunder calamities.

"Master, what's wrong with you? Why are you covered in alcohol?"

The clear and dreamlike voice drew Rong Ning's attention back.

The friar in white struggled to see the face of the visitor clearly, and threw the visitor to the ground without thinking, with the back of his hand resting on the back of the visitor's head.

"Is it a dream?"

Rong Ning's eyes were somewhat fragile, and suddenly he sighed softly from his lips: "It's good to have you in my dream."

"I didn't expect Zhongshan wine to have this effect."

"Then I'm afraid I won't be able to do without this wine in the future."

Rong Ning buried his head in Jimiao's neck.

"Miaomiao, I don't want to be just your master..."

"Why are you so bad, if only you were like me."

"..."

It was the first time that Ji Miao saw Rong Ning say so many words.

Just about to say something, the monk in white lowered his head and swallowed what he wanted to say with his lips and teeth.

"Miaomiao, I have you in my heart..."

"Can you come to my dream often..."

"So that I won't be lonely for hundreds of years..."

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