I, a minor character, fell into the Shura field of the heroine and the villain

"Then let's go quickly. Let's go to that courtyard. There should be no one there now. I think there..."

Before she finished speaking, Zhao Kangping felt the communication jade slip in the storage ring vibrate.

He raised his hand and immediately took out the communication jade slip. It was this action that made Aunt Yun pause.

"Brother Sun is here... Aunt Yun, the Pavilion Master of Penglai Sword Pavilion came to see me with his disciples, wanting us to have a sparring match. This is really not the right time."

"Hey, go ahead then. We'll be fine later."

……

The events of the past few days gave Sun Hezhou a splitting headache. He felt that his life had never been so turbulent. Even when he lost to Zhao Kangping in the ring, he had never felt as upset as when he learned that his wife was such a scumbag.

At this moment, he was sitting in the reception room of the City Lord's Mansion, and several maids had just served tea and snacks.

This time he not only brought Han Che, but also his troublesome daughter.

He now doesn't know whether he should call her daughter.

Pavilion Master Sun recalled that night when he learned that Wen Huirong had betrayed him, not just once. He even wanted to kill her, but he held back.

Because his father-in-law is still alive, if he kills Wen Huirong so easily, he will probably suffer a lot.

He first controlled Wen Huirong and prepared to tell all her ugly deeds to his father-in-law.

She was so unfaithful to her husband, so even if Sun Hezhou was cruel, it was reasonable.

If the old man could understand the situation, he wouldn't embarrass everyone. If the old man helped his daughter, then he would have to resort to the last resort.

But in the end, he still didn't want to make things too awkward, otherwise everyone would be embarrassed.

He was extremely worried about this matter, and only alcohol could make him forget these troubles temporarily.

So he drank one bottle after another. As long as he was drunk, he didn't have to think about anything else.

But he had a good alcohol tolerance and was only half drunk until he had finished all the wine he had with him.

Just when he was half drunk and half awake, a figure helped him back to the room. It seemed to be a woman.

To his surprise, a woman crawled into his bed in the middle of the night.

I didn't expect that the flying boat would provide such a service.

He was feeling down at the time, and his wife betrayed him like this, so he wanted to take revenge.

On weekdays, he rarely touched women, concentrating on his cultivation. He practiced hard not only for himself, but also to strengthen his strength and consolidate the sect's position in the world of immortal cultivation.

But today he was going to make an exception.

Fuck the sect, fuck the stinky bitch, you are the only one who can play

Although he could hold his liquor well, the alcohol still took its toll, numbing his normally sharp senses.

It was dark that night, he was bent on revenge that day, and the woman was very passionate that day.

When he woke up the next day, his head still hurt, and when he turned to the side, he felt unwell all over.

His thoughts returned to reality. He glanced at Sun Qingqing beside him, and she looked back. Her eyes were filled with affection, not like she was looking at an old father.

He still remembered some of her crazy words at that time.

"Grandpa loves me very much. As long as I stand by you, he will definitely not do anything to you. Just do it without worry."

My goodness, do you know what I'm going to do? That's your mother, you are so filial.

Doesn't she know that he won't let that woman off easily?

No, she definitely knew that, but she still chose him.

This was at least a little comfort to him after experiencing this life-changing change.

There was some noise outside, and Sun Hezhou looked outside.

Zhao Kangping walked in with Luo Xueqing. In addition, there were four other women who followed them in, namely Zhao Mengyao, Nangong Ruyun, Qi Honglian and Zheng Luqing.

"Brother Sun, sorry to have kept you waiting." Zhao Kangping said politely.

As soon as he saw Zhao Kangping coming back, Sun Hezhou quickly stood up.

In fact, Sun Hezhou was no longer that concerned about the competition between his disciples.

He was in a hurry to return to the sect to take care of some household chores.

On the day of the incident, he confiscated Wen Huirong's storage ring and other items that might have hidden things, and sealed her cultivation.

This will cut off any possible connection she may have with the Great Elder.

But he was still worried and wanted to go back early.

This time, he wants to teach those who put hats on him a lesson.

Many of these people were elders who had always had opinions about him, so he took this opportunity to eliminate them.

He eagerly exchanged a few pleasantries with Zhao Kangping before getting straight to the point: "Brother Zhao, I see your disciple and Fairy Zheng are here. How about we have a sparring match today?"

"Just try your best in this competition, don't try too hard."

He hoped that they could finish this quickly so that he could go back earlier after finishing things here.

Zhao Kangping also heard his urgency, and he was also in a hurry.

That's great. He has important things to do and doesn't want to waste too much time.

"Let's arrange the competition in the mountains outside the city."

"Okay, just as Brother Zhao said."

……

So they went to a forest outside the city.

They discussed the rules of the competition and found an open space as the competition venue.

Brother Sun is indeed very anxious, which can be seen from the rules he proposed.

The three disciples are all sword cultivators, and usually sword cultivators compete with each other by fighting with swords.

But this time it was different. Sun Hezhou felt that they were all rare sword geniuses, and it would be bad to hurt anyone.

So they are not competing against each other.

Sun Hezhou flicked his sleeves and a big bell appeared out of thin air.

The brass bell was about ten feet tall, and it emitted a dazzling light as soon as it appeared.

Usually sword cultivators do not rely on magic weapons. They firmly believe that the sword in their hands is the only thing they can trust.

But Sun Hezhou was not so pedantic. He knew that magic weapons could really improve a cultivator's strength.

"This bell is one of my magic weapons. It has both offensive and defensive capabilities. Our competition is to see who can inflict the biggest wound on it."

"Each of you should use your most powerful killing moves. I believe the winner will be decided soon."

After explaining the rules, the bell fell to the ground under Sun Hezhou's control.

The moment it landed, the bell made a dull sound, an invisible sound wave spread out, and the surrounding soil and rocks raised circles of dust.

Such rules made Luo Xueqing and the other two look at each other.

Han Che was the first to stand up and express his dissenting opinion: "Master, I'm afraid this is inappropriate."

"In a competition between sword cultivators, victory isn't determined by whoever has the most powerful sword moves."

Coincidentally, the sword that Han Che cultivated was a fast sword, with complex and varied combos as its main feature. The power of each of his swords was not great, but if someone was hit by his combo, they would probably be killed by him.

Zhao Kangping also thought it made sense. How could this be considered a competition? It sounded like a joke.

"Brother Sun, I also think it's inappropriate. What if your magic weapon is damaged? It will definitely be troublesome to repair it."

But Sun Hezhou replied: "Don't worry, as long as this magic weapon is injected with spiritual power, it can repair itself. As long as it is not completely destroyed, it will be restored to its original state."

Then he said to Han Che: "Master knows that your most powerful move is the Seven Frost Swords. You can use this combination of sword moves to attack it."

As a result, Han Che had no choice but to shut up.

"Do you have any objections?" Zhao Kangping glanced at Luo Xueqing and Zheng Luqing.

Both of them shook their heads.

Zhao Kangping thought he was already very anxious, but it turned out that Sun Hezhou was even more anxious than him.

Chapter 362 Brother Sun is Generous

If it weren't for this little episode, Zhao Kangping would have probably gone to Wushan with Aunt Yun to express his love.

He also wanted to end the competition between his disciples as soon as possible, so he had no objection to Sun Hezhou's proposal.

The first person to come on stage was Han Che, who used his unique skill, the Seven Frost Swords, against the big bell.

The edge of his sword was icy cold, and every time he swung it, many ice crystals and snowflakes would condense in the air.

The sword energy around him was so overwhelming that it was difficult to get close to him. People at a similar level to him would feel their bodies frozen when getting close to him.

This feeling was not an illusion; his sword moves had indeed lowered the temperature around him. A layer of white frost was visible on the ground.

Han Che's Seven Frost Swords seemed unremarkable at first glance, but Zhao Kangping soon saw the secret behind it.

The power of each of his swords is twice that of the previous one, that is, the second sword is twice that of the first sword, the third sword is twice that of the second sword, and so on.

So at the beginning, Zhao Kangping did not take this young man seriously.

His first two swords did not cause any damage to the bell, but when he struck with the third sword, the bell body began to vibrate and emit a dull tone.

The fourth strike had already produced a dazzling display of sound and light, leaving a seven-inch sword mark covered in frost on the bell. The bell rang noticeably louder than the previous strike. The heavy bell trembled slightly.

With the fifth sword strike, the bell retreated ten feet, and the flying dirt and rocks were covered in ice and snow before they even hit the ground.

A sword mark appeared on the bell, which was almost twice as long and wide as the previous one.

Then a circle of ochre-colored light emanated from the bell, and the sword marks on it were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Sun Hezhou's magic weapon not only has good defense, but can also repair itself. As long as it is recharged afterwards, it can be used continuously.

Zhao Kangping has now changed his job to a magician, and he actually needs such a defensive magic weapon.

But he was not greedy for Sun Hezhou's piece.

Because after Luo Xueqing killed the Holy Son Yuhua, she got her storage ring, which contained many magic weapons.

But these things were stolen goods, and he didn't want to use them openly.

If he was discovered by the spies of the Yuhua Holy Land, it would be a bad thing to target him. However, as his strength increased, this worry would be easily resolved.

Immediately afterwards, Han Che used the sixth sword.

The onlookers were about fifty feet away from him, but at this moment they all felt the cold wind blowing in their faces.

In response to this, Zhao Kangping immediately set up a layer of fire spiritual power shield in front of Aunt Yun, which not only isolated the cold but also kept her warm.

If it were in the past, when Nangong Ruyun's cold poison problem was more serious, she would feel very uncomfortable when encountering such a cold wind.

After his treatment, she was no longer so afraid of the cold.

Besides, her cultivation was much higher than his. Even if he didn't help, she had her own way to isolate herself from the cold.

However, he still did it, which she did not think was unnecessary, but rather a heartwarming gesture.

Auntie's heart warmed, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly, blooming a beautiful and moving smile. Unfortunately, everyone present focused their attention on Han Che and failed to appreciate her charming smile.

When Zhao Kangping looked at Han Che again, the big bell had already flown out more than ten feet, and after landing, it rolled on the ground for more than ten feet.

His sword energy swept through, and the path of the rolling bell within a width of five meters around it was covered with a thick layer of white ice.

When the bell stopped rolling, everyone discovered that there were no sword marks on it. Not only were there no sword marks, but there were no even the faintest scratches.

How come this is not as good as the previous sword?

"How do you calculate this?" Luo Xueqing turned her head and asked Zhao Kangping.

Zhao Kangping did not answer immediately. He scanned the bell with his spiritual sense and found that although there were no scratches on the surface of the bell, fine cracks had appeared inside.

Zhao Kangping suddenly realized that the killing range of Han Che's sixth sword was several times larger than that of the fifth sword, which was equivalent to crossing from a line to a surface.

After the lethal force was evenly distributed, the damage was actually less severe than if it was concentrated in one line. However, Han Che's spiritual power output during the sixth strike was almost double that of the fifth strike, so it still caused a large number of small cracks inside the bell.

Don’t underestimate the damage caused by the fifth sword, as the damage seen by the eyes is not as great as that caused by the fifth sword. But in fact, if this sword hits a person, the damage caused is not comparable to that of the fifth sword.