I'm the villain's mother.

Before dawn the next morning, someone knocked on Mu Wanwan's door.

"Sister Wanwan, I went out to buy breakfast, would you like some?"

Mu Wanwan stretched her waist and yawned as she looked at the gray sky.

"No, you and Huaiyu can eat."

After saying this, Su Hu heard a 'dong', presumably Mu Wanwan lay back on the bed again.

Mu Wanwan chatted with Feng Yuan last night and made an appointment to practice swordsmanship. She didn't go back to her room to sleep until early in the morning. Naturally, she couldn't wake up before dawn.

Holding the bun, Su Hu turned to the others and shook her head.

Jiang Yingsi put away his sword at this moment, and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"Last night, Feng Yuan practiced sword with her until the early hours of the morning, so it's strange to be able to get up now."

After hearing this, Xiao Fengyu put away his sword: "With my senior brother's advice, she should be able to catch many moves from Fu Huaiying in this competition."

Su Hu laughed twice, and handed the buns to Huaiyu: "Eat two, you will have a competition this morning."

Huaiyu reached out to take it, looked at Su Hu with a bitter face, and comforted softly: "You don't have to do this, I believe in you. No one else knows what your practice has been like in the past few years, but I know. You are now The reason you can't improve your cultivation is not because you are not diligent enough, but because your spiritual roots and immortal veins are too weak. You have no problems with swordsmanship and skills. So even if you have no chance of winning against Jade Qilin, if you pass There is no problem with the two moves."

Su Hu didn't eat the steamed stuffed bun, but just stared straight at Huaiyu with her knees in her arms, and when Huaiyu finished speaking, she stretched out her hand and gently pinched Huaiyu's face: "What you said is that I am a sword repairer. Can someone be weaker than him who raises a spiritual pet? Even if he is a Nascent Soul cultivator, I will cut a piece of meat from him."

For unknown reasons, Wang Buliuxing's sun is much softer than that of Taiyan Palace.At this moment, everyone is packed and ready to go.

Cuiwu clicked on the disciples of Taiyan Palace, and then asked doubtfully, "Why is there someone missing?"

Jing Shen took a look at the crowd, and took over the conversation: "The Wanwan competition is not today, so it's okay if you don't go. It doesn't matter whether you learn from experience or not, I will teach her anyway. Let's go first, let her go again." Get some sleep."

Cuiwu nodded and set off with a group of people.

All the people present went straight to the place arranged by the Cangshan faction, but there were too many people and it was crowded for a while.

Before his butt was hot, he heard Song Wang on the high platform start talking.

"Everyone, today's competition is about to start. Please come out in an orderly manner. During the competition, the disciples of each faction are not allowed to get too close to the competition venue. Those who watch the competition should be at least ten meters away from the venue."

"The first group should be on the stage. After all, the time is tight. Who is the first to appear on our side?"

The real person with dark eyes opened his mouth suddenly.

After hearing this, Meng Die sighed: "Uncle Fourth, it's me, Number Five."

What role the sect disciples are facing today, they have actually made a distinction last night.

Huimu stretched out his hand and patted Meng Die's shoulder, smiling kindly: "Don't be afraid, this is a disciple of Kun Dao who majored in talisman seals in the Daomen. Now his cultivation level is probably lower than yours. Sword repairers often leapfrog to fight , it should be easy for you to hit her."

Meng Die smiled: "Thank you Fourth Master Uncle for your reminder."

"Today's competition will start immediately. The first ones to appear are Little Master Su Ling from Tan Huazong and Liu Wenyin from Qingyin Pavilion. Please get ready."

At this time, Huimu turned his attention back to his apprentice: "Su Ling is the youngest uncle of Jikong, and if I remember correctly, he should have entered the school a year earlier than Jikong. Liu Wenmin is not too weak, judging by his current cultivation level. She should have reached Nascent Soul as well, comparable to Su Ling. She majors in Evil and Illusion, and Tianke Buddha."

"Master." Mu Wanwan's voice cut in abruptly, interrupting Master Huimu's words.

Jing Shen pulled Mu Wanwan beside him and sat down: "Why are you here?"

Mu Wanwan smiled: "Everyone comes, of course I have to come too. Even if I don't compete today, I'll follow along so I can learn something." After saying this, Mu Wanwan turned around again: "Fourth Uncle, you What did you say about the evil one just now? Come and listen to me too.”

Huimu Daoist smiled, and then said: "Evil illusions are formed by the condensation of evil thoughts in people's hearts. They are especially harmful to pure and kind people. Every evil thought in them is the cruelest illusion in the world. If there is People can't bear it, and if they want to save the people or things in it, they will be attacked by evil illusions. The way to break the evil illusions is to kill through the illusions. But Buddha Xiu Liu Wenmin has already won without a fight."

As soon as he finished speaking, a girl's playful voice came from the other side.

"Hi, little master, Liu Wenmin of Qingyin Pavilion is asking for advice." I saw Liu Wenmin perform Yinxiu's unique salute.

"Amitabha, the poor monk Su Ling, please teach me some good tricks." Su Ling clasped his hands together, then sat cross-legged on the high platform, and chanted an unknown scripture.

For some reason, after hearing a few words, Mu Wanwan felt pain in the back of her head.

Liu Wenyin on the stage didn't seem to expect it either: "You monk, you made such a sudden move." After speaking, Liu Wenyin pulled out his own flute.

As the sound of the flute gradually sounded, Mu Wanwan felt that the pain in the back of her head was not so great, but visions began to appear in front of her eyes.

The raging fire dyed the sky red, and the ground was full of corpses of monsters.She saw herself in a state of embarrassment from the blood, the clouds in the sky were not moving, and the nearby trees kept shaking.

Then she saw a broken limb of a monster attacking people with monster power, her eyes followed closely, it was——

Uncle Cuiwu and Uncle Huimu?
Turning her gaze again, she saw her master standing aside covered in blood, her eyes full of despair.

Suddenly Mu Wanwan felt a chill in the back of her head, and then the fantasy in front of her eyes faded away a little bit.

The dark red sky gradually turned blue, and the smell of rust lingering on the tip of the nose was gradually replaced by the scent of medicine. The bloody person in the illusion was sitting next to him intact.

"Yinxiu's illusion is limited. Song Wang couldn't even think of it. Half of the people in the venue have entered the illusion. Fortunately, he still made an enchantment. Otherwise, after this fairy gate meeting, the Cangshan faction should It's a big joke."

Feng Yuan took a sip of tea: "I'm afraid it is now."

After Mu Wanwan regained her clarity, she heard the conversation. She couldn't answer, so Hasshi turned to the competition on the high platform.

I saw outside the barrier, because the scope became smaller, the scarlet-like phantom slowly leached golden light from the inside.

Then the light became more and more intense, until the illusion completely disappeared, and after the golden lotus appeared on the entire stage, it became bright again.

Jing Shen reached out to pick up the teacup, scraped off the foam, without raising his eyebrows, "The disciples of the Tanhua Sect are really extraordinary. Such evil illusions are actually purified from within by using their own spiritual power as a guide. With such disciples, the old monk of Tanhua Sect actually keeps saying that his school is going to end, really."

Mu Wanwan raised her head and saw Su Ling standing up and swaying, and then said: "Certain."

Liu Wenmin's voice didn't sound like he was defeated, and he was even more excited than at the beginning.

"Little master Su Ling is a hero in the world, Wen Min is willing to bow down, and looks like he will have the opportunity to compete with the little master next time."

"In the first game, Tan Huazong, Su Ling wins!"