Fantasy: The Villain of Destiny

Outside the meeting hall, the throne dragon that used to call the wind and rain was still prostrate in front of Jin Lu.

Thinking about that day, they all watched Meiji dance, eat hot pot and sing, and suddenly the old man in gray robes descended from the sky and suppressed them all for pulling carts.

They come from mixed backgrounds. They thought they would be able to travel around the world after transforming into dragons, but they never wanted to become mounts and carry others around the world.

Although Hui Lao is in the semi-holy realm, he can still be regarded as a semi-holy in the fairyland. It is not comparable to the mixed-blood dragons in the princely realm of this small Xuanwu world, and they have no desire to resist.

Inside the hall, a needle can be heard, Sheng Di and the others are surprisingly silent, Lan Shanlie is thinking about something.

"Holy Master, I'm afraid this young master is someone from the upper realm, so why don't we use his name to retreat if people from the Blackwater Holy Land come and commit crimes?"

"Elder Sun is right! I will offer some rare treasures, do what he likes, and flatter him a few words. That son is young, maybe my sect can win without a fight!"

"Seconded"

"No, what should the tiger do to drive the tiger away?"

"The Nine-headed Dragon King pulls the cart, so what can that young master covet my sect?"

Lan Shanlie, who was silent for a long time, said:

"Elder Liu is right. There is really nothing in our sect that can catch the eyes of that young master. As the young master said, let nature take its course. The worst is the worst. If the battle is not good, there is still room for the young master."

Lan Shanlie was silent for a while, and then said: "The source of the cold pool was collected a few days ago, I decided to give it to that young master, what do you think?"

An elder hurriedly said:

"This...Holy Master, this is absolutely impossible! Hantan condenses the essence once every 30 years, and I can forget about it. If the shares of the Supreme Elder and other pillars of the sect are gone, it is inevitable that I will feel dissatisfied. Besides, ! With this batch of essence sources, our sect's strength can be raised to another level! Please, Holy Master, consider the sect's plans!"

"Please, Holy Master, think twice!"

Lan Shanlie looked cold, and said: "No need to say more, I voluntarily hand over my share, I will go to persuade the Supreme Elder, and the rest of the disciples are voluntary, as for you..."

Lan Shanlie looked around at the crowd, then walked away in a huff, seeking skin from the tiger, but without enough sincerity, so what?

The so-called great plans of the sect are nothing more than mobilizing their own interests.

……

Xuanwu Holy Land, the back mountain is full of gardens.

As the name suggests, the courtyard is full of fragrant grasses, and Lu Changsheng sits cross-legged in it, playing chess with Old Hui.

"Ding~ the breath of the son of luck has been detected

Name: Mu Xu

Status: The Great Disciple of the Outer Sect of Xuanwu Holy Land

Physique: vast spiritual body

Luck: 550 o'clock

Realm: middle stage of physical training

......"

"I didn't go looking for you, but you delivered it yourself?" Lu Changsheng said with a smile.

Outside the courtyard, Mu Xu gathered a group of disciples and shouted outside:

"I heard that a distinguished guest is coming, and Mu Xu, the chief disciple of the outer sect of Xuanwu Holy Land, came to pay a visit!"

The courtyard gate was quiet, and only the withered petals brought by the breeze were the only response to him.

"Since the young master came here to control the dragon, why should he hide his head and show his tail?"

Seeing that there was no response, Mu Xu frowned slightly, and said again:

"Since the young master didn't say no, I'll go in later."

As he spoke, he led the crowd to push the door open and enter.

"Squeak~"

courtyard door open

Mu Xu pushed lonely, and his outstretched hands stopped in mid-air.

It was the first time for Mu Xu and other disciples to come to this courtyard. They had only heard the name of Man Tingfang but had never seen its scene. At first glance, it seemed like a fairyland.

"I don't know why you are here?"

Following the sound, there was a young man in Tsing Yi who was laying his hands between the vertical and horizontal lines. The young man kept his eyes on and asked calmly.

Mu Xu was also slightly surprised by the man's demeanor, adjusted slightly and said:

"I came to challenge you, dare to fight?"

Um?I was still thinking about how to squeeze your luck, so you sent it directly to me?

"Presumptuous! The yellow-mouthed boy disturbed my young master's cleanliness, but the young master will not pursue it, but you uttered wild words again, and today you will be abolished!"

Old Hui scolded, the group of disciples who were directly under the pressure could not breathe.

"Ding~ The son of luck was crushed by the host, luck value -20, villain value +20"

"As expected, this gray-robed old man should be his guardian. The nine-headed dragon was also captured by this old man. This man hides his head and shows his tail but refuses to fight. He is probably a showman with a good skin!"

"Holy Master, let me show you that I am the future of the sect! I deserve those origin essences! And... the share of the saint! He is not worthy of this person!" Mu Xu struggled to support, but Faith is stronger.

"Old Hui, step back."

"Yes, son"

Immediately, Old Hui restrained his breath and stood behind Lu Changsheng.

"Challenging me will kill you," Lu Changsheng played with his taste.

"Hmph, it's not certain who will win the game!" Mu Xu said proudly.

The other disciples had already turned pale. They were leaders in the Holy Land, and they were dissatisfied with the decision of the Holy Master. They were lobbied by Mu Xu to come to suppress the battle, but they didn't want to let a blow of killing power break their pride.

"Boom~" The closed courtyard door suddenly opened, and a group of figures appeared outside the small courtyard.