Fantasy script: Am I the only villain?

Anyang City is a large city in Zhongzhou.

This city is located in the gap between the Sword Sect, Taixu Palace, and the Beiyuan Wang family, and there are countless cultivators who come and go.

In this big city, there are spies of major forces, countless shops of intelligence merchants, and more than a dozen auction houses that rival the wealth...

It can be said that it is a must place for every protagonist of the novel.

Even Gu Li is not exempt from vulgarity.

But he didn't come here to participate in the auction.

It's preaching.

"Hehe, don't miss it, fathers and fellow villagers!" A

muscular man stood in the middle of the street, and said loudly:

"Now I believe that I will take care of you, keep you safe from all diseases, be strong and strong, and seventeen times a night is not a dream!"

As he spoke, he pointed to a group of muscle sticks lined up behind him and shouted

"Come on, big guy, put on a show for the old folks!"

A group of muscular sticks lifted the knives, guns and sticks in their hands, slammed them on themselves, and roared in unison:

"Go

!" and "Boom!"

only to hear a series of deafening loud noises.

The knives, guns, and clubs shattered in an instant as if they had struck an indestructible piece of iron.

And the muscles only had one or two white spots left on their bodies.

Seeing this scene, the passers-by were all amazed.

There were even many female cultivators who were extremely excited, and kept shooting at the sturdy muscles of the great witches with their fiery gazes.

Not much.

The great witches, together with the Gu Li jade carvings around them, were surrounded by everyone in the center.

Seeing this scene, Gu Li, who was hidden in the crowd, nodded with satisfaction.

During these days, the Wu clan relied on simple and crude preaching methods to attract many believers for him.

Among them, there are family elders whose husbands and wives are not in harmony, there are people in the immortal sect who are weak in the flesh, and there are physical cultivators who purely intend to train muscles...

The addition of this group of new forces made Gu Li a lot more sure of dealing with the demon clan -

although he didn't know whether the rat demon was because of a coincidence or a plan.

But it's never a bad thing to do a little bit of preparation.

And that's not all.

Many people in Anyang City have also become Gu Li's followers.

Although their strength is low, they can't make any climate.

But it can also send a rich incense power to the body and the doppelganger, accelerating the cultivation.

"Although this body is strong, it's a pity that it is still a lot worse in terms of supernatural power talismans and spiritual power sword qi..."

Gu Li clenched his fists and sighed helplessly.

Even he didn't know what his physical body could exert and how much strength he could exert.

Just as he was thinking.

In the jubilant crowd, there was an untimely sneer.

"It's just a group of mortals, and they dare to say that King Kong is not bad?"

Gu Li turned his head to look.

I saw a thief-eyed old Taoist lead a group of black-robed young men to separate the crowd, pointed to the fragments of weapons on the ground and said disdainfully:

"But this kind of mortal iron can also be played by you?"

"Your tricks are just to deceive ordinary people, in the eyes of us cultivators..."

"Xiao Liang, come and give them the whole job!" the

voice fell.

A black-robed young man stepped out of the crowd and shouted,

"! go!"

in the amazed eyes of everyone.

The black-robed young man named Xiao Liang actually picked up the fragment of the weapon on the ground and put it in his mouth, chewing it slightly.

Then he let out an earth-shattering swallowing sound, revealing a mouth full of white teeth, and grinned at Lao

Dao: "Brother Dao, how is my life?"

"Okay!"

Lao Dao nodded with satisfaction, arched his hand to the pedestrians around him, and said loudly:

" Have you seen it, my fathers and fellow villagers, our Mixed Yuan Xingyi Tai Chi Gong is not known how many times stronger than this group of muscle sticks!

" "What they practice is dead muscles

, and they don't use it!" "It's not me who blows, I stretched out two fingers for them to break, and they can't move!"

As he spoke, Lao Dao didn't forget to spit out a brilliant golden pill from his mouth and show it off in all directions.

I have to say.

A Jindan powerhouse, he can be regarded as a master wherever he goes.

Therefore.

Under the shouting of the old Tao, for a while, many onlookers left Gu Li's jade carving and came to him to ask eagerly.

And his blatant smashing behavior also instantly ignited the anger of a group of muscle sticks.

I saw that the muscles on the bodies of the great witches continued to shake and expand, and they kept rubbing their hands.

As long as Gu Li gives an order.

They will raise their fists the size of a casserole and give this knife brother who doesn't talk about martial arts a hard beating.

Seeing their appearance, Brother Dao's eyes rolled, and he sneered again:

"Hey, I said that all you practice is dead muscles, don't be unconvinced."

"In this way, you can just come out and punch me, if I move, I will obediently admit defeat, how about it?"

The bodies of the Wu clan instantly erupted with terrifying

blood qi!

The surging blood qi like a great river made Brother Dao involuntarily take two steps back, and his heart was shocked.

"Could it be that this group of people is full of successful cultivation?!"

just when he was up and down in his heart.

Gu Li, who was as thin as a chicken in the crowd, also caught his eye.

Seeing the thin black-robed young man who was out of place with the people around him, Brother Dao suddenly had an idea in his heart.

But when he stretched out his finger, he sneered

, "You, the one who hides behind people and cowers,

are you very good at fighting?

Seeing the person he was referring to, the great witches suddenly reined in their qi, and their faces also showed complicated expressions.

Under the complicated gaze of a group of great witches.

Gu Li slowly walked out of the crowd and asked in disbelief

: "This fellow Daoist, are you sure you want me to

punch you?"

His cowering demeanor made Brother Dao even more reassured, and said loudly:

"It's you! If you can knock me back even half a step with one punch,

I swear that I will never trouble you again from now on!"

"Oh, then you'll have to pick it up.

Gu Li, who was forced to open for business, sighed and raised his white fist helplessly.

Happened.

He was also very curious about what kind of strength this body had now.

But I saw him swing his waist and twist his hips, and smashed it out with a punch.

Brother Dao could only see that the air was shaken out by this punch with invisible ripples, and then a sonic boom sounded...

"Boom!"

heard a deafening loud bang.

Brother Dao's thin body suddenly flew high like a broken kite, and fell to the ground with a snap.

The black-robed youths: Σ(ŎдŎ|||) "

Master!Master!What's wrong with you!

"Master, Master must be careless, there is no flash!"

"This young man doesn't talk about martial arts, and he engages in sneak attacks!

".