When the beauty of cultivation enters the infinite live broadcast

"This is already a relatively good training result. One day is still too tight. With their current abilities, even if they hit the target, it would be difficult to hit the fatal spot."

It was the first time that Lian Wu taught someone how to use weapons. After all, he himself had rarely used weapons before. He didn't know if Frost could come out ten times throughout the year.

Unfortunately, my soul is damaged now. Without Frost as a medium, it is still difficult to exert a higher level of strength.

At night, they gathered in the dark room again and used the prophecy crystal to make the last prophecy in this copy.

The scene shifts to the school gate, and behind Yang Chuanbai is still the same group of men with guns, but this time there is no indiscriminate shooting.

After helping them enter Chaoyang High School, they fell directly into the huge pit at the school gate.

The pit was about four meters high, and Yang Chuanbai couldn't jump out by simply jumping.

As soon as they fell in, someone in the office building next door used a crossbow to shoot several arrows at them.

But only one arrow hit one of the men, and the poison on the arrow took effect quickly. The man soon fell to the ground, twitching all over and foaming at the mouth. Gradually, the foam turned red, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth. Soon, the man lost his vital signs.

This poison was provided by Feng Ling. He mixed it with a bunch of chemicals during the Fool's Carnival. At that time, he just wanted to see if he could take it out, and it turned out that he could.

At the moment, it seems that the poison is very effective, and Feng Ling can feel relieved.

The group of people finally got out using a human ladder. When they came out, everyone was covered in dust. Yang Chuanbai had a large piece of mud on his face, which looked very funny.

Their route was the same as Lian Wu had guessed. They went to the office building first, but several of their men fell into the pit.

Every time someone fell into the pit, a student would quietly shoot arrows at them from a corner. With so many people shooting arrows, there would definitely be a few who would be hit.

The successive pits made Yang Chuanbai more vigilant. He asked his men to surround him so that even if he fell into a pit, it would not be him.

In order to warn them, Yang Chuanbai fired a few shots into the sky, trying to use the sound of the gunshot to warn them.

But this had no effect, and instead had the opposite effect. The students became even angrier as they heard the gunshots, and their anger even improved their archery accuracy.

The prophecy ends here.

Hua Meng was very satisfied with the result. As long as there were no more mistakes in the future, Yang Chuanbai would be in their pocket.

It was late at night when Hua Meng sent the news of Yang Chuanbai's death, along with some provocative words.

Yang Chuanbai replied quickly, but by this time the computer had been closed by Huameng, and Yang Chuanbai could only stare at the screen helplessly and angrily.

The mixed emotions of sadness and anger gave him a splitting headache, but he had no intention of sending himself to the hospital. Yang Ling was his greatest principle, and Yang Ling's death was too much of a blow to him. He directly dispatched a group of men to rush back to Chaoyang High School overnight.

He had originally turned down a speech about successful people the next day. Nothing was more important than his daughter, not even his life.

It's a pity that in his eyes, his daughter is a treasure, and other children are also the treasures of their parents, but he can be so cruel.

The next morning, everyone was ready. The seven-member team and the puppets were dispersed to each building, responsible for protecting the students and transmitting signals.

The remaining puppets protected the students who were not involved in the shooting in the cafeteria.

The sun gradually rose, and the warm sunlight shone on the gate, making the gold-embossed school name sparkle.

This was once Chaoyang High School's glory, but now it's a fig leaf for its sins. Everyone was waiting for Yang Chuanbai's arrival, and the students in the office building were sweating, their eyes fixed on the school gate.

With a clang, the school gate was opened. Two bodyguards walked in front, and the one behind was Yang Chuanbai.

Just as the prophecy showed, Yang Chuanbai and his men almost all fell into the huge pit. The three or two bodyguards who survived wanted to reach out and pull Yang Chuanbai up, but the distance was not enough and their hands could not reach him.

The situation in the teaching building was the same as what was originally seen in the prophecy crystal.

There were many students hiding in the teaching building. When Yang Chuanbai led a group of bodyguards behind him to rush up to the teaching building, Lian Wu, who was hiding in the building opposite the teaching building, drew his bow and shot arrows at them as soon as they appeared from the corridor.

The exquisite longbow in his hand was brought out by Hua Meng from an A-level copy last year. It was an item that had been upgraded to S-level.

【Cherry Fall】

[Silently, a rain of arrows fell like cherry blossom petals, blooming into gorgeous flowers on the body.]

Luoying doesn't need to use any other arrows. Just pull the bowstring and a light pink and gold arrow will naturally appear on it.

The arrow did not make any sound when it was shot. When it was about to hit the target, the arrow quickly split in the air, and arrows fell from the sky, killing several bodyguards on the spot.

Yang Chuanbai was inevitably shot in the arm, and blood quickly gushed out from the wound. The arrow dissipated the moment it hit, so there was nothing to block the wound, and the blood loss was extremely fast, greatly accelerating Yang Chuanbai's death.

The severe pain prevented him from looking for the person who shot the arrow, so he ran directly into a nearby classroom.

But someone else was already lurking in classroom 301. Hua Meng was in a flying vehicle, hovering directly above the door, quietly watching the group as they rushed in in a panic.

In order to prevent arrows from shooting in through the door, the last bodyguard who came in closed the door.

This action was exactly what Hua Meng wanted. When they were preparing to bandage their wounds, Hua Meng threw a smoke bomb directly into the crowd, and then used the teleportation prop to go directly to another building.

This smoke bomb does not contain any poisonous gas or anything like that. It is just used to send signals to others and delay time.

When people in other places saw the thick smoke billowing out of the windows of classroom 301, they immediately knew what to do next.

Under the protection of bodyguards, Yang Chuanbai barely managed to get out of the classroom amidst the thick smoke. It was no longer possible to stay on this floor. The corridor was already covered in thick smoke, and he could not see the road ahead at all.

If they stayed here, they would almost become sitting ducks.

They left the teaching building directly and prepared to go to the cafeteria. On the way, several bodyguards fired wildly at all the suspicious places, fearing that someone would suddenly run out and attack them.

But no matter how careful they were, they couldn't avoid the big hole on the ground.

Falling into the pit one after another, the wound on Yang Chuanbai's arm broke open again and again, and the blood had dyed half of his body red.

Yang Chuanbai felt that he was a little out of his mind. He had come here with great anger, and after falling into the pit, his anger became even worse.

However, they have not seen any students or teachers so far, and many bodyguards have been injured. If the wounds on their hands are not treated, they will soon go into shock due to excessive blood loss.

Excessive blood loss made his already pale face even more terrifying. He was now dizzy and after falling into the pit again, his breathing became difficult and his whole body was weak. He no longer had the strength to climb out of the pit by himself.

Many of the bodyguards nearby were killed by poisonous arrows during several rounds of attack.

Those students performed much better today than in previous practice. Every time the opponent fell into the pit, they were able to kill at least one bodyguard.

The core of that group of bodyguards is Yang Chuanbai. Unless Yang Chuanbai leaves the pit, they will not leave either.

So a group of people surrounded the half-dead Yang Chuanbai and wanted to carry him out.

But at this time the door of the cafeteria opened, and the moment Feng Ling appeared, the bodyguards below planned to take out their guns and start shooting.

However, Feng Ling did not give them this opportunity. The brooch on his chest blocked all attacks for him.

Originally, when Feng Ling found this brooch, he gave it to Lian Wu, but Lian Wu returned it to him early this morning.

Lian Wu felt that his position was very safe, not to mention that he had an S-level item to use. Feng Ling's position was more likely to get close to him, which was much more dangerous than where he was. It was obvious that Feng Ling needed this defensive item more than he did.

Feng Ling originally didn't want to take it back, but Lian Wu said that this item was exclusive to the dungeon and would become invalid if he left, so it would be a waste if he didn't use it.

Now, this prop was finally used due to Feng Ling's deliberate letting go.

When Feng Ling raised his hand, a handful of feathers suddenly appeared in his hand. The feathers floated on the palm of his hand and rotated at high speed, as if charging energy for the next attack.

The hand swung forward lightly, and the feathers in the palm flew out at an extremely fast speed. Each feather hit the bodyguard's eyebrows, not one more, not one less.

A group of bodyguards died in front of Yang Chuanbai. Now he has almost nothing. Yang Ling is dead, and the bodyguards who followed him to seek revenge are also dead. At this time, he is isolated and helpless. Excessive blood loss has made his mind unclear, and he was pulled out of the pit in a daze.

When he opened his eyes again, Yang Chuanbai looked at the group of figures swaying in front of him. At first, he thought he was dead and these were wronged souls coming to take his life.

If they really came to take his life, he would not be so afraid. When he chose to do these things, he had already anticipated them. Now that he has done them, why should he still be afraid?

But the severe pain in his arm brought him back to his senses. He was not dead yet. Those in front of him were not ghosts, but a group of students who had been oppressed by him for a long time.

"Huh? Are you awake?"

Hua Meng sat on a chair nearby. Perhaps to look cool, he crossed his two numb legs.

"Now that you're awake, we can have a good chat."

Hua Meng put all of Yang Chuanbai's crimes and evidence in a box.

"I have nothing to discuss with you. You can kill me or chop me up as you please. I'm dying anyway."

Yang Chuanbai went from being a respected principal to being a prisoner. There must be a psychological gap, but he brought all of this upon himself, and he admits it.

But when asked to talk to the people who killed his daughter, Yang Chuanbai refused. There was an irreconcilable hatred between them, and he felt that talking any more would be a betrayal to his daughter.

"Don't be so quick to refuse. Yang Ling is your daughter, right?"

Hearing his daughter's name, Yang Chuanbai exploded. "You are not worthy to mention her name. She did nothing, yet you brutally killed her. I know I am a sinner, but those I killed were those who had made mistakes, and my daughter did nothing wrong!"

"That's hilarious! Are you still wondering who leaked the school's information?"

Feng Ling came in from the door at some point, playing with a feather in his hand.

"what do you mean!"

Yang Chuanbai tried to find out who leaked the information, but after checking all the mobile phones of teachers and students in the school, he found no clues.

Later, Yang Chuanbai was busy resolving those rumors, so no one knows who leaked the news to this day.

"You should have checked many people, but you forgot to check the people around you. You probably didn't check Yang Ling, did you?"

Lian Wu came in quietly from the back door of the infirmary, holding a bottle of medical alcohol in his hand.

"What on earth are you trying to say? Lingling would never do that. She's already dead, are you still trying to sow discord?"

Yang Chuanbai didn't believe it was his daughter who leaked the news. He had doubted everyone but her. Furthermore, he had specifically warned Yang Ling beforehand that he was confident his well-behaved daughter wouldn't do anything to harm him.

"Believe it or not, the chat history is right here, take a look for yourself."

Hua Meng took Yang Ling's laptop out of the box and threw it directly at Yang Chuanbai's legs, making him grimace in pain.

Although Yang Chuanbai didn't believe what they said, he still opened Yang Ling's computer, which was full of memories of him and his daughter. He would be satisfied if he could take a look at it before he died.

But when he saw the chat history, he was petrified.

"Impossible, impossible! This is definitely a forgery by you!"

Yang Chuanbai pushed the computer away and forced himself not to read the content on it.

The violent movement caused his wound to burst open again, and blood seeped out from the bandage, flowing quickly and staining the bedding beside him red.

"trouble."

Feng Ling was really speechless about these NPCs. The wound that had just stopped bleeding broke again. If he couldn't die now, Feng Ling would definitely not care about his life or death.

He went out and called back the staff from the infirmary. These school doctors had escaped the explosion in the infirmary and were now of real use.

The school doctor came in with medicine and bandages and wanted to touch Yang Chuanbai, but he pushed him aside.

"Tsk."

Hua Meng waved her hand and called two puppets to come in and press Yang Chuanbai down on the bed.