The Great Villain is Not to Be Trifled With

All the noisy sounds disappeared, and everyone was stunned.

Feng Jue spat out a mouthful of blood and passed out in Zhu Feng's arms.

Opening his eyes again, the room in front of Xuanqing Hall was not in front of him. He got up slightly and was held down by Zhu Feng, "You are not fit to move now, so take a rest."

Feng Jue reached out and grabbed him tightly, the strength was painful.

"My master, my master she..."

There was an inaudible whimper in his voice. Zhu Feng didn't pay attention, but said regretfully, "You guys are ahead of the game, and the sect master agreed to Mu Lin's request."

This iron-clad master and Liushui's apprentice, after everyone was surprised, also congratulated Mu Lin.

At the same time, Feng Jue's image in their hearts was like that of a bereaved dog. He lost his qualifications as a disciple. It was still a question whether he could continue to stay in the door.

As if the chest cavity was torn, Feng Jue bit her lip and stood up.

"What are you going to do?" Zhu Feng stopped him. This is Zhu Feng's residence. After he fainted, Zhu Feng brought it here. Zhu Feng actually understood what Feng Jue was thinking. He wanted to go back to find Ling Qingxuan, but...

"I am the second, I can make a request to the master!"

"Junior Brother Feng Jue." Zhu Feng put down his hand, his face was gloomy, "Elder Ling has left the customs and ordered that no one except Mu Lin should go to Xuanqing Peak."

"...why."

"I heard that Mu Lin is going to advance again, so Elder Ling doesn't want others to disturb him." Lin Le'er ran over, looking at Feng Jue's firm chest wrapped in bandages, with a shy face, handed over the medicine, " Junior Brother Feng, this is…”

Before she finished speaking, Feng Jue put on her clothes and walked out.

"Hey, Senior Brother Zhu, why didn't you stop him, his blood was oozing out."

"There are some things that we can't solve."

There was still some distance from the backyard to the bottom of the peak of Xuanqing Peak. Feng Jue dragged his injured body and walked quickly, and the seeped blood stained the ground.

He didn't know that he had been in a coma for a few days, but he knew that fate had made a joke on him, Mu Lin became Ling Qingxuan's disciple, and Ling Qingxuan had specially sealed the peak for him.

Didn't she say that she would always be with her?

Liar, what you say doesn't count.

Feng Jue coughed up blood and kept walking. Suddenly, a few people appeared in front of him to stop him, "Yo, look who this is, the mourning dog Feng Jue, where are you going?"

"Looking at his appearance, he wants to go to Xuanqing Peak, but unfortunately he can't see him behind closed doors."

"It's a shame to have such a disciple. No wonder Elder Ling didn't even come to see him after he left."

"Go away." Feng Jue's voice was hoarse, but he didn't lose his momentum. He looked at Huang Chu's group and knew that they were here to trouble him.

Huang Chu's teasing face froze for a moment, and he patted the people on both sides, "Leave him alive."

Even if there are other people on the road, they don't dare to get involved. Feng Jue's spiritual power has not yet reached its peak state, and he is still injured, and he will soon be defeated.

"I'll make you arrogant! I'll make you arrogant!" Huang Chu stepped on his back, stepping down every time he said a word, "Aren't you very powerful? Get up! I see what capital you have with me. mad!"

The ground was already stained with red liquid, Feng Jue's vision was blurred, and he wanted to reach out to grab the sword not far away, but his hand was crushed by Huang Chu.

"Hey!" He groaned, not letting himself cry out in embarrassment.

"Ask me for mercy, and I'll spare you!"

Huang Chu looked at him condescendingly, and was stared at by his dark eyes, he was stunned for a moment, "Dead duck's mouth is tough, I think you are tough!"

As he spoke, he raised his foot, trying to kick Feng Jue's head crooked.

A strong wind blew over, rolled him aside, and smashed straight against the wall, his internal organs were about to shatter.

"The former apprentice of this seat, is also something you can humiliate?"

The blood Feng Jue was about to cough up abruptly stopped, he covered his face with his hands, but he couldn't help but want to see her.

"division…"

"Master, why are you off the peak?" Mu Lin interrupted Feng Jue's words to shout, slightly surprised, "Feng Jue? How did you end up like this."

He went up to help Feng Jue, but Feng Jue pushed him away, "Don't touch me!"

Feng Jue's throat felt as if it had been burnt by fire. He stood up, his face stained with dust and blood. Compared with the spotless Mu Lin, he was just like mud, and he was not worthy of talking to Ling Qingxuan at all.

"Why did you not see Feng Jue for a few days? It's too embarrassing."

"Sure enough, Mu Lin is the most suitable disciple of Elder Ling. I heard that Mu Lin has been promoted to two levels as soon as he entered."

Feng Jue listened to those words, unaware that her lips were broken.

"Master." He finally raised his eyes to look at Ling Qingxuan.

Just standing, the coercion emanating from that woman is different from ordinary people, it seems that she also broke through the last retreat.

Why did he feel that he should say congratulations and leave.

"Feng Jue, men should keep their promises. If you lose to me, from now on, you will not be my master's disciple." Mu Lin was not far away, his words seemed to penetrate the bone marrow.

"I didn't talk to you." His eyes were fierce, which made people shudder.

But as soon as he turned to Ling Qingxuan, his eyes softened a lot, "Master, the sword test is the second best, I can make a request to you, can I become your apprentice again?"

As long as he became her apprentice, he would be satisfied.

After finally saying this sentence, Ling Qingxuan looked at him with bright eyes. As soon as they exited the customs, they prepared a surprise. This was a bet made by Feng Jue himself. If she did not obey, then Feng Jue established image, will be dragged down.

The plot is back on track, and the position of her apprentice is still Mu Lin's.

Looking at his expectant eyes, she bluntly said, "No."

As if something was broken, Feng Jue covered his mouth and caught the blood he vomited. The bond between the two of them was cut off by his own hands.

[The system warns that the villain's blackening value reaches 80. 】

There was no sound coming out of his throat, Feng Jue hammered his heart, his eyes were so dark that he couldn't see clearly.

"Master, let's go back."

"Okay." The cold tone shattered the last line of defense.

The two turned around and wanted to leave, when they suddenly heard Feng Jue's chuckle, "Elder Ling, since you are my former master, the rules of the sword test must also be abided by. This requirement is not enough, then I will change it."

The boy stammered, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, "I want to be your attendant disciple."

The so-called servant disciples are not considered disciples, they are more inclined to be responsible for protection and daily life around them, similar to the title of servants.

The onlookers whispered, Mu Lin wanted to help Ling Qingxuan find an excuse to refuse, but saw Ling Qingxuan looking at him, frowning slightly.

This little guy, lowered his identity again and again, he originally...

[Host, the villain is so miserable, you promise him, anyway, it is not a disciple. 】

Under the consolation of zz, Ling Qingxuan nodded slightly, "Okay."