Junior Disciple C

"Brother, my spiritual power is draining...I can't control it...I'm trying to stop it...I can't control it..." Fang Yang was a little incoherent.

He knew that Feng Ye must have found out that his cultivation base had dropped greatly, and he had nothing to hide anymore, so he poured out all the collapse he had experienced in such a short period of time.

When Fang Yang first noticed that his spiritual power was losing, Fang Yang didn't realize what it meant. He only thought that he was too tired from the martial arts competition in the morning.He adjusted his inner breath as usual, and re-absorbed the aura scattered in the world.

But... the speed of loss was far faster than the speed of his absorption, and he quickly realized that something was wrong. His realm fell step by step, and with an unstoppable posture, he first fell below the seventh level of Qi refining, then the sixth level, Five floors... until now three floors...

Finally, the loss of spiritual power stopped, but this was not something to be happy about, because most of his cultivation was completely destroyed in this short period of time.

Fang Yang has never experienced such a blow. He is sixteen years old this year, but he is only fifteen in reality. The biggest setback he has suffered is nothing more than being robbed of his hard-earned sugar man by bullies in the same village.

But what he is facing now is that all his hard work of getting up early and staying late all year is in vain at this moment. What champions, earth-level magic tools, things that were once a step away from him have now become out of reach.

Under the collapse, Fang Yang didn't know what to do, so he had to follow his most instinctive thoughts, hiding in a corner and crying secretly.

But he also felt that crying was a shameful thing, so he only dared to cry softly, and tried to cover it up in front of Senior Brother Waste Chai and Brother Hao.

Although he has been seen all over his embarrassing appearance, he still rubbed his eyes with his hands vigorously, wanting to be less embarrassing.

Seeing Fang Yang like this, Feng Ye pursed his lips imperceptibly.He didn't say any words of comfort, but instead asked, "What did you have for lunch?"

Fang Yang rubbed his eyes for a moment, he was a little dazed, he didn't know why Brother Waste Chai asked such a question.He also didn't understand why his cultivation had regressed. In fact, the fact that his cultivation had regressed had already hit him so hard that he had no time to think about other things.

However, Hao Chen figured out the crux of the problem from Feng Ye's question. It seemed that this idiot was too popular, and someone had done something to him.

"Just, just... eat... the food in the cafeteria..." Although he didn't understand, Fang Yang answered honestly. Even though he tried his best to speak as usual, he still choked up from time to time.

"Did anything happen during the meal?" Feng Ye asked.

Fang Yang recalled for a while: "No, I just found a corner as usual... Right!" Fang Yang finally remembered the key point: "A colleague who I don't know came to talk to me and praised me for being very nice. sharp."

Don't think about it, this is the murderer, even if it is not the murderer, it is related to the murderer.

Feng Ye and Hao Chen realized this at the same time.

Feng Ye asked again: "Do you remember what he looked like?"

Fang Yang nodded, then shook his head again, and said vaguely: "It's just... very ordinary... looks the same as you, senior brother..."

Feng Ye: "..." Is this a disguised way of saying that I look popular?

He stood up from the ground and gave up his plan to find this person from Fang Yang's mouth.

"Puff." Although he shouldn't be laughing at this matter right now, Hao Chen couldn't help but secretly laughed in his heart. Silly Baitian deserves to be silly.

He still maintained a serious and serious look on his face, not to spoil the sad atmosphere at the moment.

Although only Fang Yang is sad.

Hao Chen didn't feel anything about this matter, he just watched the show.

And Feng Ye stood there with his arms folded without saying a word, frowning and thinking for a while. Although the clues given by Fang Yang could not find the murderer, in fact, looking for the motive, the range of suspects was very small.

Poisoned for what?

hatred, interest.

But there is one person who has both.

Lu Chengye has a grudge against Fang Yang, and is a strong competitor for the championship of this selection competition. If Fang Yang is removed as an obstacle, he will be the biggest beneficiary no matter how you look at it.

However, there is no evidence... There is no evidence to prove that it was Lu Chengye who did it. All the suspicions pointing to Lu Chengye stem from Feng Ye's extremely subjective speculation.

Fang Yang's justice cannot be won for the time being, at least not by conventional means.

Feng Ye thought of this, and put it aside, there are more urgent matters right now.

He took a sudden step, picked up the iron sword that Fang Yang had placed on the table, and then walked back to Fang Yang.He held the middle of the scabbard and handed the hilt to Fang Yang, the meaning was self-evident.

Fang Yang was stunned, and Hao Chen was also stunned.

Fang Yang was so stunned that his unstoppable sobs stopped. He looked at the hilt of the sword in front of him and then looked up at Feng Ye's serious face, maintaining the posture of wrapping his hands around his knees, without moving.

Feng Ye moved the hilt of the sword a little further, and he only said three words: "Go to the competition."

Cold and unkind.Hao Chen thought to himself, Feng Ye was usually very talkative and would never really get angry with anyone, but at this moment, Feng Ye was coldly different.

Fang Yang has already fallen to the third level of Qi refining, isn't it self-defeating to go to the competition?

Could it be that he was expected to defeat the rest of his opponents with the third level of Qi Refining, which was close to the bottom of the whole sect?

Although Fang Yang defeated the white-nosed demon bear in the foundation-building stage by virtue of his seven-level cultivation of Qi refining, Hao Chen knew that there was a lot of water in it. The white-nosed demon bear was forcibly promoted by himself. But the strength is not yet stable, far inferior to the real foundation-building monster.

Moreover, did Fang Yang really defeat the White-nosed Demon Bear by himself?

Although he didn't catch Feng Ye's fox tail, Hao Chen didn't believe that this guy didn't help at all.

Fang Yang's defeat of the White-nosed Demon Bear was an irreproducible coincidence. Given the gap in absolute strength, it was absolutely impossible for him to win again.

Fang Yang thought the same way. Of course he knew that the game time was up, but he also knew that it was useless for him to go.

He still didn't move.

After a short stalemate, Feng Ye handed Fang Yang the hilt of the sword for the third time, his tone was stern and almost cold: "Pick up the sword and go to the competition."

"But I can't win even if I go!" Fang Yang was forced by Feng Ye again and again, but he was no longer sad, and he was aroused a little bit of self-defeating anger.

He stared at the red and swollen eyes from crying, and yelled at Feng Ye: "I only have the third level of Qi Refining, and the worst remaining opponents are at the sixth level of Qi Refining, how could I win!"

"How could it be possible to win!" Fang Yang finished yelling at Feng Ye, and then repeated it loudly to the ground, saying it for himself and Feng Ye.

This is impossible to do, and there will be no gain except to let everyone know that his cultivation has plummeted and he has become a waste.

Feng Ye slowly withdrew his sword-raising hand, just when Fang Yang thought he was persuaded by him.

Feng Ye suddenly repeated Fang Yang's words: "Impossible?"

Fang Yang felt that this was questioning himself, so he looked up at Feng Ye's eyes and replied, "It's just impossible. If you want to win the championship, you will definitely bump into an opponent at the seventh level of Qi Refining. The level of spiritual power is more than twice that of the third level of Qi Refining, it is absolutely impossible to win! Brother, you don't understand..."

Fang Yang stopped suddenly. He realized that what he said was a little too much, as if he was belittling the cultivation of Brother Waste Chai. Although it was a fact, Feng Ye only had the third level of Qi Refining, so he couldn't understand the relationship between the third level of Qi Refining and Qi Refining. Seven layers of gap.

Feng Ye looked at Fang Yang without moving.

"Can't the third level of Qi Refining beat the seventh level of Qi Refining?" Feng Ye suddenly smiled.

It should be an established fact that the third level of Qi Refining cannot win against the seventh level of Qi Refining. Fang Yang, who used to be at the seventh level of Qi Refining, is very clear about the gap in spiritual power between the two.

However, when the words came to Feng Ye's mouth, they were said in a frivolous tone like a joke.

After laughing, he spoke again.

The smile was gone, only the iron-like firmness and coldness remained, and he said every word: "Even if I don't use spiritual power, I will win."

After finishing speaking, he ignored Fang Yang's staring eyes in surprise, took Fang Yang's iron sword directly, took big strides, turned and left.

With a sound of "shua", Hao Chen closed his fan and quickly followed Feng Ye's leaving pace.

Surprise was on his face as he realized... the show was about to begin.