Is my master a villain?Don't worry, I'll show it off first

Chapter 393 Battle with Wuliang Pavilion (big chapter)

It sounds like Wuliang Pavilion is just an appetizer and Bipolar Alliance is the real dish.

There were five people in Wuliang Pavilion, and none of them looked very good-looking.

"Stop talking nonsense and let the fight begin!" Yao Wu (the second disciple of Wuliang Pavilion) turned around with a sullen face, and a vine shot straight towards Yan Zhong.

Yan Xiu's sword was not unsheathed, and the arrow hilt blocked it, and Yan Zhong followed Teng Man to attack.

Yan Zhengyang and Yan Chong were fighting together.

Yantong spun to avoid it, and the prelude of Wuxiayue slowly sounded.

Yan Yang and Yan Dan drew their swords and fought with each other. Yan Yi bought time for Yan Tong's repertoire. Anyone who hit Yan Tong and tried to interfere with her playing the flute was blocked one by one.

Wan He still behaved himself and stood still.

She is like this in every competition, which has created a fixed impression on the audience. They think that she is just an alchemy cultivator who only heals injuries. Therefore, it is not her turn to play, and few people's eyes fall on her.

People on the field came and went, you came and I exchanged blows. Wuliang Pavilion was worthy of being Wuliang Pavilion. There were two sword cultivators on the field, a formation master, a spirit beast master, and a puppet master.

The sword cultivator was mainly responsible for attacking. The formation master set up the formation. The spirit beast master held a bell in his hand. When he shook it, three big centipedes appeared on the stage. The puppet master held a small flag in his hand and waved it around. Wan He felt The objects in front of him gradually dispersed, and his consciousness seemed to be held by a hand.

A golden light flashed above her head, and she could clearly hear a "buzz" as something was bounced away.

After blinking, her face turned a little pale.

"Little Junior Sister, be careful, your consciousness has just been taken away by the puppet master!" Yan Dan took advantage of the chaos and slid over to shout, then turned back to challenge.

Wan He pursed his lips, good guy, you are a puppet master, right?

Actually attacked her?

A puppet master uses some kind of magic weapon to control other people's spiritual consciousness to become one's own puppet to live and die for oneself. It is a profession with the highest safety factor.

However, her spiritual consciousness was almost controlled just now. How could she suddenly deflect the energy of the opponent's magic weapon?

Qingwan stamped her feet in the audience, her face full of worry. They saw it more clearly than on the stage.

"Senior brother, a golden light flashed above Wan He's head just now. What was it?"

Liu Bei stared at Wan He and wondered, Mu Xiao was more experienced than them.

"Wan He has a sacred protective weapon on his head. He sensed the danger and automatically blocked the opponent's puppet weapon!"

"Ah?" Liu Bei searched Wan He's head for a moment. He found a green hairband with not many pearls and emeralds, so he couldn't tell which one was the sacred body-protecting weapon that Mu Xiao said.

However, among the green hair accessories, there is a golden hairband that dances with the hair. Looking closely, something is indeed wrong.

Because Kunlun Snowy Land is green from head to toe, no matter whether it is a male disciple or a female disciple, whether it is their uniform or their accessories, the basic main color is green.

Suddenly a golden hairband appeared from Wanhe's head. Of course something was wrong.

Wan He was targeted by the puppet master and looked at each other from afar through the fighting crowd.

Fan Jian (the puppet master of Wuliang Pavilion) raised his eyes, the flag in his hand kept changing, and Wan He's eyes looking at him suddenly became blurred.

Fan Jian was stunned. He was just testing Wan He just now. Her spiritual consciousness was indeed easy to control, but for some reason, just when he was about to succeed, Ling Qi's magic power suddenly retracted.

He didn't think about it and planned to try again. This time, before he could exert any force, he saw that Wan He was already confused.

Could it be that the effects of the last trial have not completely passed?

Fan Jian was overjoyed and immediately controlled Wan He to walk towards him. Wan He walked towards Fan Jian close to the stands, his eyes were blank, like a machine without emotions and thinking.

This made the people in the Hehuan Sect, Tuotian Pavilion, Leiyin Sect, and Penglai Immortal Island anxious.

Wu Si was still unconscious, and Liu Qing was the first to jump up and shout: "Wanhe, Wanhe, wake up—"

Zaiyu was anxious, holding a talisman in his hand, which was wrinkled because he held it hard.

"Senior sister, I should have given her the talisman earlier. That puppet master actually targeted an alchemy cultivator. It's so wicked!"

Yu Qing held her down and said, "Don't be anxious first, and then we'll see. I believe things will turn around!"

Qing Wan nodded: "There are senior brothers and sisters from Kunlun Snow Region on the stage. They won't watch Wan He become a puppet!"

Liu Bei shouted: "That's not right. What's the name of that puppet master?"

Mu Xiao: "Fan Jian!"

Song Qingyun frowned: "Is it a shame?

What kind of person would choose this name?

He wants to control Wan He to stab Yan Zhong and the others? "

In one sentence, everyone's hearts are firmly grasped together.

Qingdai said bitterly: "That's bad. If Wan He attacks Yan Zhong and the others with weapons, they will definitely not be willing to hurt Wan He. Aren't they just waiting to be stabbed?

This move is too cruel! "

Wen Zhuo clenched his fist: "Get the bamboo shoots!"

The disciples of the four major sects all stood up and stared at the stage intently.

Because the barrier was set up, it was useless for Liu Qing to shout at the top of his lungs, but he woke up Wu Si who was unconscious.

Wu Si opened his eyes and felt heartbroken when he saw this scene.

"No, no, it's obvious that Yaosu was born according to the way of heaven, but Wanhe came against heaven. Yaosu is compliant, and Wanhe is against it. The reverse can be changed.

What we have seen will not go smoothly as long as Wanhe is involved. "

Lian Jing lowered his head: "So?"

Wu Si stretched out his hand and Lian Jing pulled her up.

Wu Si: "So, the endings we guessed will all have a twist!"

Lian Jing's eyes sparkled: "Seriously?"

Wu Si nodded.

Lian Jing's heart sank. He couldn't describe how he felt. He didn't want anything to happen to Wan He.

Fan Jian handed Wan He a dagger seriously. The dagger was short but had a sharp cold light.

Fan Jian's flag waved, and Wan He stiffly turned his head and walked slowly towards Yan Zhong.

Yan Zhong and Yan Zhengyang were fighting fiercely, their swords colliding with each other repeatedly. Yan Zhong stuck his sword on the stage, jumped into the air, held the arrow handle with both hands, and kicked Yan Zhengyang sideways.

Yan Zhengyang's sword kept attacking up and down, and the sound of explosions was endless.

Wan He walked over and Yan Zhong's eyes narrowed: "Little junior sister, it's dangerous here, go and stand aside!"

As he spoke, he quickly took action, grabbing Wan He and sending him aside.

Wan He's movements were stiff, and he was sent directly to Yan Zhengyang by Yan Zhong's force.

Yan Zhengyang knew from the look on Wan He's face that it was his junior brother Fan Jian who had controlled Wan He's spiritual consciousness. He did not take her seriously, but flipped his wrist and walked straight around Jianhua towards Yan Zhong.

However, the next second, blood gurgled in his waist and abdomen, and his spiritual power instantly dissipated. The pain came later than the dissipation of his spiritual power. It was not until he rushed to Yan Zhong that he realized something was wrong.

When he lowered his head, there was a deep bloody mouth. Wan He actually pierced his waist and abdomen with the dagger?

Originally he was just going in, but as he was sprinting, he actually made a long wound.

However, making a wound was not the point. The point was that he suddenly lost half of his strength, the sword in his hand was almost unsteady, and he had a clear feeling that his spiritual power was rapidly draining away.

While he was stunned, Yan Zhong kicked Yan Zhengyang in the chest with a flying kick.

Yan Zhengyang had no spiritual power to resist, so he could only reflexively raise his hands to block, but it was in vain. His whole figure was like a kite with broken strings, and it hit the audience.

"Wow??"

"Oh, my seventh uncle!!"

"I'm sorry, but I'm the senior disciple of Wuliang Pavilion?

Was he beaten down just like that? "

"Oh, I'm so panicked. Who am I? Where am I? What did I see?"

"Wuliang Pavilion lost to the Kunlun Snow Region, and the eldest disciple Yan Zhengyang was kicked out by Yan Zhong?"

"The most explosive thing this year is tonight. Is this still a warm-up match for the Jiuxiao Competition?

Have you opened your eyes? "

“When did the Kunlun Snow Region become so powerful?

Isn't it a deliberate delaying tactic, or a clever use of talismans to win? "

There was an explosion in the audience, no one believed this was true.

But when the people from the Giant Spirit Clan carried Yan Zhengyang away, someone went to confirm that it was undoubtedly Yan Zhengyang.

"how could be?

Wuliang Pavilion is the most powerful sect among us, and Yan Zhengyang is the most powerful disciple in it. His cultivation level is about to reach Nascent Soul, right?

How could he be beaten down by the Kunlun Snow Region?

Is the strength of Kunlun Snow Region superior to Wuliang Pavilion? "

"I saw that the problem was Wan He. She seemed to be controlled by Fan Jian. She was originally going to stab Yan Zhong, but Yan Zhong pushed her aside again because he was worried about her being injured.

Wan He might have mistook Yan Zhengyang for Yan Zhong. Oops, so Fan Jian's command flag is unreliable?

How could such a mistake still occur? "

Zaiyu couldn't help but laugh out loud: "You think it's funny or not, one of us controls the enemy and stabs one of our own, it's really like a flood has washed down the Dragon King Temple, and the whole family doesn't recognize the other family!"

Qingwan's clenched palms temporarily loosened her grip, and she didn't notice her nails digging into her flesh.

Lian Jing looked at Wu Si excitedly: "Junior sister, what you said is so accurate!"

Wu Si forced a smile. Her physical exhaustion made her suddenly relaxed after seeing that Wan He was fine. She turned around and Lian Jing hurriedly took her away: "Sit down!"

Everyone on Penglai Xiandao was injured. Seeing that the situation on Wanhe's side was temporarily stable, they all sat down.

During this period, the Giant Spirit Tribe invited everyone several times and asked them to come to the back. The Giant Spirit Tribe arranged for a special spiritual medicine master to heal their injuries.

Wen Zhuo refused, and they had to wait to see how the Kunlun Snow Region would defeat the Bipolar Alliance.

"Are you coming?" Liu Bei shouted again.

Everyone looked at the stage. Fan Jian saw Wan He stabbing Yan Zhengyang with cold eyes. He actually made Wan He raise his hand and slap him twice.

If he didn't need Wan He to continue to help him attack the people in the Kunlun Snow Region, and he was worried that Wan He would be injured and the people in the Kunlun Snow Region would take precautions in advance, his puppetry would not work. He would have wanted Wan He to hold the dagger. She stabbed herself several times.

Before the flag waved, Wan He walked straight towards Yan Xiu with a dull expression.

Yan Xiu and Yao Wu were fighting, Yan Zhong kicked Yan Zhengyang away, Yao Wu was furious, his attack became more fierce than before, a scorpion swung its tail, and the sword came out of his hand, running towards Yan Xiu.

Yan Xiu leaned up to avoid it, but saw Wan He standing behind him, and shouted in desperation: "Little junior sister, get out of the way!"

In order to protect Wan He, Yan Xiu leaned up to hide from the sword, with his head facing down, grabbed Wan He's feet and dragged him over. Wan He fell to the ground, holding the dagger, and slid all the way from Yan Xiu's crotch. past.

Yan Xiu's eyes flashed, and his body suddenly hung in the air, avoiding the fatal blow.

But after he was in the air, he took action against Wan He. Wan He followed the force and ran straight towards Yao Wu on the opposite side.

Yao Wuyi saw that Wan He was here to help. He had obviously fallen into the puppetry of his fellow junior brother Fan Jian, so he had no precautions against Wan He.

Wan He held up the knife and slid past his feet.

The moment their eyes met, he seemed to see Wan He blinking, and there was an intelligent light shining in her eyes.

Yao Wu's eyelids twitched and he burst into laughter uncontrollably. It was obvious that he had been hit by the Smiling Nine Springs Talisman.

He laughed until he saw Wan He's dagger piercing his chest, deliberately missing his heart by a few centimeters, and not killing him. He pulled out the dagger, and the blood gurgled, but he was still laughing.

However, his voice weakened, his spiritual power collapsed, and his whole body swayed toward the audience. Wan He pouted and blew, and he floated toward the audience like a leaf.

There were noisy sounds in the auditorium again. Some people were calling the giant spirits to save people, some were exclaiming, and some were cursing something. Anyway, Wan He couldn't hear it through the barrier.

She stood on the edge, facing the audience, her dull expression restored, motionless.

Fan Jian's roaring voice came from behind: "What's going on?

What the hell happened to you?

Damn it, can you see clearly before you take action? "

Fan Jian was going crazy. His command flag had never had problems before, so why did it appear so often today? Until now, he had been suspecting that there was something wrong with the puppet magic weapon, and he had not questioned Wan He at all.

But the mania in his heart accumulated more and more, and the more anxious he became, the more mistakes he made. His command flag was waving rustlingly. Wan He turned around and rushed toward Yan Tong stiffly, but Wu Xian Yue's song had already begun to take effect.

Fan Jian's hand holding the flag suddenly paused, his heart felt a dull pain, and his breathing began to become unsmooth.

Then my arms became numb and my head felt dizzy.

He covered his head and ears: "Stop blowing!"

Just as he was about to turn off his hearing, he suddenly felt a cold feeling on his wrist. He raised his eyes, and at some point, Wan He came to his side.

His expression was still dull and his movements were still stiff, but the dagger pierced his wrist hard.

Fan Jian screamed, covering his wrist and quickly distanced himself from Wan He. The flawless moon was still ringing, and the tune was light, but it gave him the urge to harm himself.

"Go down, you!"

Yan Xiu's sword flew over in a spinning direction. Queen Fan Jiancang retreated, stepped on the air, and fell off the stage.

The other two people reacted in pain when they heard Wu Xian Yue. The spirit beast master was also temporarily confused. Two of the three giant centipedes he controlled were hacked to death by Yan Dan and Yan Yang, and the other one was heading straight towards another teammate. His mouth opened wide.

Yan Dan and Yan Yang didn't take action. In Wuxiayue's song, the remaining two people in Wuliang Pavilion lost their minds and fought together. The disciple who was bitten by the centipede cut off the centipede's head with a sword, but he was also poisoned. Quite deep.

When the spirit beast master saw that all his spirit beasts were killed, he was furious. Coupled with Wu Xia Yue's hypnotic effect, he became irritable to a certain extent. Under normal circumstances, he should have been prepared for it. When Wu Xia Yue came out, he Turn off your hearing and take back your spirit beast.

But he had been attacked by Yan Dan and Yan Yang in turn. He really didn't pay attention to Yan Tong. Moreover, when the first batch of spiritual beasts died, if he still wanted to continue fighting, he should continue to recruit the second batch, but He was completely unconscious now and was only thinking about anger. He picked up the sword and ran towards his teammates.