[BL, MTL] The Villain and I are Best Friends (Quick Wear)

Chapter 116: My Apprentice and I are Best Friends (10)

Xu Weizhi never thought that he would meet Lu Huai in the last competition.

Even though he had learned about the power of sword cultivation from his master yesterday, Xu Weizhi still didn't think that a young man who had not yet established a foundation would stay in the Jindan arena until the end.

Originally, he thought that he might be able to teach Lu Huai a lesson during the competition and send the opponent out of the competition, but who could have imagined that God would not be kind to him, and the opponent actually stood with him in the final stage.

Still not seeing the true appearance of the ancient sword, the black-haired boy only used the scabbard in today's competition. Putting away his contemptuous thoughts, Xu Weizhi held his breath and felt that his right hand holding Quexie was trembling slightly.

Not fear, but excitement as if meeting a destined opponent.

The evil sword hummed softly, and Xu Weizhi no longer saw the onlookers on stage or in the audience. He only wanted to have a good contest with the other party.

This sword is really sensitive to demonic energy.

Gently smacking his tongue, Lu Huai did not react to the probing gaze from the high platform. He unsheathed his sword, and the face of the young man in black was filled with tenderness: "Han Chan." The hilt of the sword was simple and

elegant, and the blade was bright. Qiu Shui, as soon as the long sword with a slightly frail name was unsheathed, Xu Weizhi noticed the seemingly non-existent coldness around him.

It was a kind of coldness that could penetrate into the bone marrow. As the temperature dropped, he could even see white frost flowers spreading and climbing around the arena.

As if he sensed some danger, Que Xie in the hand of the young man in white trembled violently. He was awakened by the heat coming from his hand. Only then did Xu Weizhi realize that everything he had just seen was just his imagination.

There was no frost or cold air. The black-haired boy clenched the hilt of his sword with one hand, and a sharp attack was imminent.

Quickly dodging back, the boy in white relied on his soft waist to narrowly avoid the blow. He stabbed back with his backhand, but the white light around Qu Xie was so bright that it was almost impossible to look directly at him.

It was really troublesome. Knowing that Que Xie was very restrained with his physique, Lu Huai dodged and thought about the possibility of resisting the sword and then finishing it quickly.

Apart from Yan Jiu, he didn't want to be tied down by anyone or anything. Instead of trying to avoid the edge and backing down, it would be better to just let himself, the devil, dirty the sword.

Moreover, only if he is seriously injured and wins can the old man Xuan Chengzi not be more suspicious.

Having made up his mind, Lu Huai waited for the most appropriate opportunity in the process of showing off his moves. Since both of them were swordsmen, except for the slight sparks caused by the friction when the two swords collided, the fight was There's nothing eye-catching about the fight.

The clanking sound of metal collisions became more intensive like a gust of wind, and the figures of the two people on the stage flashed faster and faster, until in the end there were almost only two arcs of light, one white and one gray.

It's now!

Suddenly finding a flaw in the opponent, Xu Wei was overjoyed and immediately used his spiritual power to stab Lu Huai's left shoulder.

The sword moves at will and the Qi mechanism is locked. These family secrets are unavoidable under the Nascent Soul.

However, just when the tip of the evil sword was about to pierce the opponent's clothes, the black-haired boy suddenly turned around and dodged the sword with an extremely mysterious yet seemingly controllable movement technique.

"Ding!"

It was as if he had hit something hard, but the force from the evil sword made Xu Weizhi's mouth numb and he felt a burning pain like fire.

What it is? Noticing the ring on Lu Huai's hand again, Xu Weizhi took two steps back with disbelief written all over his face.

At the same time, the black-haired boy who had successfully dodged had a look of astonishment on his face, as if he had not expected that the situation would develop like this.

Suppressing his anger and deliberately forcing out a mouthful of blood, Lu Huaifei stepped forward and pierced Xu Weizhi's shoulder with his sword before anyone had time to react.

"You and I are inseparable."

Leaving behind a whisper that only the other party could hear clearly, the black-haired boy pulled Han Chan back without hesitation, letting the sprayed blood splash all over his body.

"How dare you!"

Seeing that his beloved disciple was injured, the old man in civilian clothes on the high platform no longer cared about his dignity, and struck the young man standing in the center of the field with a palm from the air.

That palm was so majestic that it seemed to be mixed with a terrifying coercion that could destroy the world. Without enough time to dodge, the juniors around the stands lost their composure and half-knelt on the ground uncontrollably.

The transparent barrier cracked like paper. The young man who was locked by the fusion monk's energy stubbornly straightened his back and raised his sword to fight without fear.

"Okay," with a flick of his left hand, the silent middle-aged man sitting at the front of the table negated the old man's attack in an understatement, "We old men should not interfere in the competition between the juniors." "

But... "

"No buts," waved his hand to interrupt the old man's words. The middle-aged man said in a strong tone that he could not refuse, "The sect competition does not matter life or death, Yao Yi, Jiuxiao Dao Sect cannot afford to lose this face."

The pressure of the monks in the Tribulation Stage Like a mountain being imposed on him, the commoner old man felt unwilling to do so, but he could not really disobey the sect leader's order.

"I will send the best medical cultivator to treat Wei Zhi's injuries." Seeing the old man sit back and stop making trouble, the middle-aged man's expression softened slightly, and he gave a sweet date at the right time, "As for the elixir... this I'm afraid I won't be able to find a better alchemist than you in the world of cultivation. Recently, a batch of good elixirs have been put into the warehouse. You can go and have a look with your little knowledge." After saying

this, the old man in common clothes did not say anything. No matter how much he struggled with it, he knew that the sect leader would not give up on a good sword-cultivator because of such a "trivial matter". Yao Yixin felt angry, but he had to swallow the pent-up bad breath.

Words are short but words are long. When the two people on the high platform reached a consensus, only a few moments passed. He didn't care about the noise in the audience and the defeated opponent around him. Lu Huai's expression was solemn, and all he could see was the ring on his left finger. That tiny scratch.

Yan Jiu was injured.

In order to save him, the other party used his own incarnation to block Quexie's sword.

"Lu Huai, it's fine." Just when Yao Yi was heartily taking away his disciple who had suffered damage to his meridians and fell into a coma, the man sitting on the main seat suddenly flew down and walked slowly in front of the young man--

"Lu Huai, are you willing to be my personal disciple, Mr. Xuancheng?"

The audience was silent. No one thought that someone would get such a pie-in-the-sky opportunity because of a sect competition.

That was Xuan Chengzi, the first person among the leaders of the right path. As long as he was under the protection of the other party, there would be countless monks and mortals in the world rushing to fawn over him.

What's more, the other party is the only one who can overcome the tribulation in existence. If he can get the guidance of Xuan Chengzi, the matter of transcending the tribulation and ascending will not be as far away as imagined.

After thinking through the key points and benefits, all the disciples in the audience looked at Lu Huai with eyes full of envy, jealousy or passion.

But who could have expected that just when everyone in the dojo was waiting for the other person to kneel down to worship, the young man in a gray uniform suddenly spoke unexpectedly -

"I don't want to."

He frowned. Xuanchengzi, who had never been rejected since taking charge of the Jiuxiao Dao Sect, said displeasedly: "Do you know my identity?" "

Xuanchengzi, the leader of the Jiuxiao Sect," he answered with his fists clasped, neither humble nor arrogant, and the black-haired boy returned to the sword. Sheath, "The winner has been decided. Lu Huai only wants the place to enter the Treasure Pavilion."

"The place in the Treasure Pavilion is the reward for third place."

"Lu Huai knows."

"Being my disciple, you can enter and exit the treasure pavilion at will from now on." "

Lu Huai knows." The boy's manners were standard, and the boy's expression was so respectful that there was no fault in it, but Xuan However, Chengzi could see four bright characters in those eyes -

so what.

After all, he is also a powerful person who can transcend tribulations. Of course, Xuan Chengzi will not force a junior to scan his face. There are so many pairs of eyes staring around him. No matter how unhappy he is in his heart, Xuan Chengzi can only not feel the pain. He glanced at the other party itchingly: "Young man, you will regret it." He

is just a young swordsman with no sword intention. If he cannot break through with elixirs or enter the Tao with a sword, the other party will only have a lifespan of a few decades at most. .

The atmosphere that should have been lively was completely reduced to freezing point in this series of excitement. The law enforcement elder simply announced the results and rewards of this competition with a dark face, and struck the Tianxing key three times again, which represented the end of the competition. bell.

For thousands of years, there has never been such a ridiculous and chaotic time in the sect competition.

One of them was that he mistakenly recognized a good person, and the other was that the elder took action because he wanted to take personal revenge. In addition, the sect leader was refused to accept a disciple on the spot. The law enforcement elder who always valued Jiuxiao's reputation almost lost his spirit due to this.

After shaking off all the indiscriminate pursuit behind him, and making sure that Xuan Chengzi was no longer staring at him, Lu Huai first used his spiritual consciousness to create a shadow and placed it in his courtyard in the Spiritual Plant Garden, and then disappeared. He went to the hiding place he had prepared.

That was the cave behind the waterfall where he practiced his sword. In the past three years, he had deployed nearly a hundred formations nearby. Even if Xuanchengzi came to check in person, he was confident that he could deceive the opponent for a few hours.

"Hiss--"

Just after entering the cave, the dark red ring wrapped around Lu Huai's finger turned into a beautiful young man in scarlet clothes. He held up the stone wall and took a breath of cold air. There was an impressive line behind the young man starting from his left shoulder. Deep sword marks on an adult's palm.

Not sure whether using demonic energy in front of Xuan Chengzi would expose him, and knowing that only those above Nascent Soul could escape from that sword, Lin Guo's mind went blank, and he subconsciously used his body to block Quexie.

He knew that there were many tools in the space that could save the situation, but at the moment when Lu Huai was really in danger, all he wanted was to save him as soon as possible.

"What's wrong? This injury is not worth worrying about as a teacher." Seeing that the young man just stared at his wound without saying a word, Lin Guo raised the corners of his mouth and tried his best to show a relaxed smile.

If it weren't for the fact that Que Xie's power against demonic cultivators was really buggy, the protagonist's three-legged cat's skill might not have been able to pierce the oily skin on his shoulder.

"Does it hurt?" He gently touched the young man's blood-stained left shoulder, and Lu Huai's eyes were reflected in bright red, "It has been bleeding." "

The evil sword sect must expel all the sword energy before it can be cured," in the original work The description of Quexie Sword couldn't be more detailed, so Lin Guo didn't show any panic, "It doesn't matter, I only need to run it for a few weeks as a master..." "

Master," Lu Huai interrupted the young man's consolation forcefully. Once he showed his undeniable strength in front of the other party, "Let Lu Huai heal your wounds."