Li Zhuifeng thought he was dazzled, so he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes vigorously, but yes, he knew that face even if it turned into ashes, not to mention that there was a conspicuous word "waste" on his forehead.
The stroke pattern is definitely the teacher's handwriting.
"Why are you here?"
Li Zhuifeng subconsciously looked at Sun Mo next to Jiang Leng, and then his eyes narrowed: "You won't become his disciple, will you?"
"Ding San's opponent is not weak!"
Ding Yi was ready to curse, but you are the dean’s masterpiece, and yet it turned out that even the first round of a direct battle was so difficult? But after seeing Ying Bai Wu’s performance, Ding Yi shut his mouth.
Even if he were to play, he would not win easily.
Li Zhuifeng ignored Ding Yi, but still stared at Jiang Leng.
After several years, Li Zhuifeng felt extremely complicated when he saw Jiang Leng again.
Every three years, a new group of children will arrive in the manor. Li Zhuifeng and Jiang Leng are the same generation. At that time, the previous group of children always bullied them. It was Jiang Leng who stood up and stabbed them with a dagger.
He went back and protected these children.
Life in the manor is boring and boring. Apart from sleeping, there is training. Jiang Leng is the best child.
Regardless of studying, practicing, or even playing games, Jiang Leng is far ahead of his peers.
At that time, Li Zhuifeng admired Jiang Leng and thought he was so powerful. He followed him around like a little fanboy. But suddenly one day, everything changed.
Jiang Leng disappeared in the manor for half a month, and when he came back later, Jiang Leng was weak and decadent, living like a zombie, and the most terrifying thing was that his body was covered with mysterious spiritual patterns.
Every once in a while, those spiritual patterns would cause the spiritual energy to run wild and cause tremendous pain. Therefore, during that period of time, Jiang Leng's screams of extreme pain simply became the shadow of the children.
Then in the next year, Jiang Leng would be taken away for a few days every month, and every time he came back, he would be covered in bruises, and the spiritual patterns on his body would become more and more broken.
Jiang Leng repeated this process of recuperating and getting injured again, until one day a year later, Jiang Leng was taken away for a month. When he was brought back again, he had the word "waste" on his forehead.
Then in the evening, Jiang Leng was carried away and never appeared in the manor again.
Later, Li Zhuifeng learned that Jiang Leng was undergoing a human experiment on spiritual inscriptions during that time. According to the original plan, all of their children would be tested at the same time, but Jiang Leng's poor results caused the experiment to be postponed for a year.
It can be said that it was Jiang Leng's pain that gave these children more than a year of quiet life, and it was also the data collected from him for more than a year that contributed to the success of the subsequent experiments.
Because of his outstanding talent and outstanding ability in the study of spiritual patterns, Li Zhuifeng was accepted as a direct disciple by Dean Bai, and then he learned about these things.
Li Zhuifeng asked himself, are you grateful to Jiang Leng?
Yes, but not many, more of a kind of arrogance, because it turns out that I am the best one. Now that I think about it, the scene when I followed Jiang Leng around was simply ridiculous and funny.
"Brother Jiang?"
Li Zhuifeng looked at the waste word on Jiang Leng's head and chuckled, but then, his eyes narrowed sharply and stared at Jiang Leng's neck.
Why can’t you see the spirit pattern on the part exposed from the collar? The skin is smooth and clean, without any trace of the spirit pattern...
"Is it covered up by some kind of paint?"
Li Zhuifeng asked himself, if it were him, he would definitely find a way to cover those broken and ugly spiritual patterns, but his reason told him.
The spiritual patterns on Jiang Leng's body were repaired.
Otherwise, since the spirit pattern is to be covered up, why not cover up the word "waste" on the head?
"But how is it possible to repair the spiritual pattern?"
Li Zhuifeng muttered, and couldn't help but glance at Sun Mo. He remembered that this guy had a reputation, called the Hand of God.
"Should I tell the teacher about this?"
Li Zhuifeng thought about it, and suddenly there was a warning sign in his heart. He subconsciously slipped and hid behind an adult candidate.
Jiang Leng turned around.
"What's wrong?"
Tantai Yutang noticed that the expression on the dead man's face was wrong.
"I don't know, I suddenly feel uncomfortable!"
Jiang Leng didn't notice anything unexpected.
"Bai Wu, don't be impatient, fight slowly!"
Li Ziqi saw the anxious situation and couldn't help shouting.
The examiner glanced at the small purse and ignored it. Firstly, she was not a teacher. Secondly, come on, if you fight slowly, it won't affect the situation of the battle.
"Baiwu, don't worry, as long as you win!"
Seeing that the examiner ignored him, Li Ziqi shouted again.
With the arrival of Sun Mo, Ying Baiwu wanted to perform well in front of his admired teacher, defeat his opponent as soon as possible and get praise, but instead he became impatient.
"I'll embarrass the teacher again!"
Ying Baiwu pursed her lips and held her breath and looked over, and saw Sun Mo. The other person shook his head, then nodded with a smile on his lips.
Although she didn't speak, the iron-headed girl seemed to have a telepathic connection and already understood what the teacher meant.
"This tactic is wrong. If you change it, it will hurt your body too much. But you are playing well, and you can definitely win!"
Looking at Sun Mo's gentle and trusting eyes and the teacher's appreciative smile, which seemed to say, you are the kid I admire most, Ying Baiwu calmed down in his irritated heart.
"How could the teacher care about winning or losing? What he cares about must be that I don't get hurt!"
Ying Baiwu felt warm in her heart, and then she suddenly stepped on the Wind King's Divine Steps, retreated to the edge of the arena, and distanced herself.
Ding!
Favorability from Ying Baiwu +100, respect (7100/10000).
"It finally stopped!"
Ding San did not attack, but panted heavily. He had no choice but to deal with the opponent's mad dog-like fierce attack, which was too much for him.
Don't you feel any pain?
Ding San had received rigorous training in the manor, and injuries were commonplace, but today's battle still gave him palpitations.
"The teacher's lesson is that I was too persistent and aboveboard, and I tried to defeat you quickly. In fact, it's better if I win."
Reflection on Ying Baiwu.
"What the hell?"
Ding San frowned.
"I'm sorry, I want to win this game!"
Ying Baiwu took off the long bow on his back.
"Hey, you still want to shoot people to death with a bow without arrows?"
Ding San was disdainful. He was not in a hurry. Instead, he reminded Ying Baiwu: "Are you too nervous and forgot to pick up the quiver? It doesn't matter, I'll wait for you!"
There were discussions around the arena because they didn't know what to do to win Baiwu.
The examiner watched all this silently, but did not stop the iron-headed girl from changing weapons, because this was a personal battle, and there were no restrictions on weapons and tactics, as long as she won.
Of course, although bows and arrows are long-range, the entire arena is only about half the size of a basketball court. In fact, if you use bows and arrows, you will suffer a loss.
The advantage of long-range weapons is that they can use long-range suppression to destroy the opponent. Once they get close, they are basically defeated.
With the length of the arena, Ding San rushed to Ying Baiwu, and she had just pulled out the arrows from her quiver, and as long as one arrow missed, the longbow would become a decoration and would be tortured.
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"If you don't charge now, you'll have no chance!"
Ying Baiwu held the Wind King Divine Bow in her left hand and placed it by her side. It was not that she was pretentious and wanted to be fair, but that she did not want to embarrass Sun Mo. Otherwise, she would have started a sneak attack long ago.
"It's okay, just cum, if you move, I lose!"
Ding San chuckled.
Ying Baiwu pursed his lips, raised the bow with his left hand, hooked the bow string with the index and middle fingers of his right hand, pulled hard, and then released it.
Buzz!
The bowstring vibrated, making a refreshing and crisp sound.
"Good bow!"
Among the onlookers, there were famous masters who were good at archery. When they heard the sound of the bow being fired, they knew that this was a top-quality longbow, definitely made by a master.
"You think I'm...Gan!"
When Ding San saw Ying Baiwu drawing his bow without an arrow, he originally wanted to say that you think I'm scared, but as soon as his eyes flashed, he saw the spiritual energy condensed into a long arrow, whizzing towards him.
Extremely fast.
call out!
The long arrow grazed Ding San's ear.
"Admit defeat!"
Ying Baiwu urges.
Even the well-informed examiner was a little shocked at this time. Long arrows were condensed out of thin air. Is this the effect of the long bow? Or is it the effect of the technique?
But this girl is very graceful. If she were cruel and shot Ding San in the thigh, this arrow would end the fight.
Ding San, who was still frightened, stopped talking nonsense and rushed out directly. His figure was so fast that it left an afterimage.
Ying Baiwu did not move, and fired the bow continuously with his right hand.
The phoenix dances wildly!
Then the onlookers saw translucent arrows whizzing out from the long bow, like a machine-made crossbow, firing in unison.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
Before Ding San could get close, the long arrow pierced his right palm, shattered his long sword, and then shot it into pieces.
Dang! Dang!
The iron block fell to the ground and made a loud noise.
The entire arena was completely silent.
Those candidates felt their scalps numb and a little desperate.
Who won this?
According to the rules, once you enter the ring, you are not allowed to get down, you are not allowed to change weapons, and you are not even allowed to drink from the water bag handed to you by others.
So everyone always thought that Ying Baiwu was so nervous that he forgot to take his quiver, so he carried a useless longbow and chose to fight in close combat. But now we know that he didn't use arrows at all, and he just wanted to have a fair fight.
"Actually, she thinks too much, and it's fair to fight like this."
"Whoever meets her will be unlucky!"
"That's amazing. No wonder Sun Mo didn't come to watch her compete, because she's a sure winner!"
Everyone was talking a lot, and those who won the first game were all very stressed and began to pray that they would not encounter Ying Baiwu in the next game.
"In this round, Ying Baiwu wins!"
After the examiner announced that the girl with an iron head had won the competition, she bowed, then jumped off the ring and walked to Sun Mo.
Keep your head down and prepare to be scolded.
"Tantai, treat her wounds first."
Sun Mo ordered.
Sick Yangzi immediately opened the medicine box he brought with him to stop Ying Baiwu's bleeding.
"Baiwu, don't think about my face or anything like that. It's your battle now. You have to fight for yourself!"
Sun Mo warned.
This girl was not scheming, so Sun Mo could easily guess the reason why she did what she did.
Ying Baiwu still lowered his head and said nothing. If he was just fighting for me, I would give up. After all, there is no money to take!
Jiang Leng looked at Ding San. He had lost, but was obviously unconvinced and was staring at him with a sinister look on his face.