The sick and charming male god of fast transmigration wants to hug

If life deceives you, it doesn't matter, let's deceive you back.

Suddenly Bai Lin suddenly understood this truth.

It's like he is sitting in the auditorium of the martial arts conference right now, watching the masters on the stage fight, you come and I don't show any mercy.

However, almost everyone in the audience cast their eyes on them, and their sharp eyes made people's backs go numb.

...Although I know that this land is the territory of the Devil's Cult, you don't need to be so obvious.

The rules of the Martial Arts Conference are clearly written, only the competition of martial arts does not care about personal grievances, and there must be no killings, see the following words clearly, no killings!This gang of upright martial arts masters is almost going to eat up the people of the Demon Sect now.

Bai Lin was tired, but he couldn't stop him from eating melons. The quadrennial martial arts conference could be described as a gathering of heroes, including the favorite Shaolin Wudang in martial arts novels. They could find their counterparts here.

It's like the Emei school next door, a row of girls in white clothes, all of them are as beautiful as flowers, with snow-like skin, and cold temperament, looking at people, especially men, with contemptuous eyes, as if looking at the dirtiest thing in the world.

And the group of people from the so-called Xuanwu sect in the past almost set their sights on the Demon Cult. What made Bai Lin feel extremely strange was that when those people saw Mo Junyue, they only had hatred and disdain in their eyes.

But when they saw themselves, it was as if they had seen a ghost.

Bai Lin couldn't help but restrain his expression, there should be nothing on his face, right?

"What happened to me just now?"

"What?" Bai Lin watched Mo Junyue walking towards him, and sat next to him again, with a puzzled face, wasn't he always beside him?When did you get up?

"Didn't you watch me compete on stage just now?"

... Damn, he really didn't pay attention to the stage when he was thinking about the Xuanwu Sect.

Right now, he felt a bit distracted in class and was caught by the teacher on the spot. Fortunately, Mo Junyue didn't intend to investigate further, so he patted the back of his head and smiled, and it was over.

There was nothing interesting in the subsequent contests, the Demon Cult's people didn't leave the stage, and the decent families seemed to find it boring, and they let the water flood the golden mountain, so they went up and gestured twice to finish the job.

At the end, almost everyone left the venue first, and Bai Lin was following the Devil's Cult group back to their lodging place.

All of a sudden, Mo Junyue listened to it, and the surrounding noises and laughter were mixed together, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with it, only to see him hold back his hand, swipe, and the short knife flew straight from nowhere. Passed through the crowd and flew towards Bai Lin, and stopped only a few centimeters away from his side face.

"Your hand!" Bai Lin exclaimed, quickly grabbed Mo Junyue and forced him to spread his palm to check the wound, the blood-stained dagger fell to the ground with a bang.

"I didn't expect the dignified Song, Bai, and Song Zuo envoys to retreat to this place now, and they didn't even notice a flying knife?" The group of people from the Xuanwu Sect who appeared were wearing purple robes with red bird tattoos on their cuffs. patterns.

Song Bai?Who is that?Song Yi's twin brother?And what is Song Zuoshi?He only knows about Yang Xiao and Yang Zuoshi from Yitian Tulongji, so how could this world not be selected by the Bai family?

"Why didn't Song Zuo envoy speak? Or did he say he didn't know us? Oh, I forgot, Song Zuo envoy has been through the gate of hell once."