lcionline Chapter 205 Don’t slap me in the face
Chapter 205 Don’t slap me in the face
Just after dinner time, the students' dining hall was sparsely populated, with people sitting in groups of three or four discussing the ranking competition.
The student at the table in front was so excited that his blood boiled and he almost spit out his food.
Sheng Qingye simply ordered a few dishes and sat down to eat. Today he had his favorite braised fish.
At this moment, a disciple passing by bumped into him with a dinner plate in his hand, without even looking where he was going.
"Sorry, sorry... Senior Brother..." The disciple who bumped into someone apologized repeatedly.
Seeing that it was a young disciple, Sheng Qingye was a little reckless, perhaps because he had just started, and said nonchalantly:
"It doesn't matter."
The other party kept apologizing and bowing. Only after Sheng Qingye said "it's okay" twice in a row did the disciple leave.
Are all new disciples so polite?
Xiao Yan is a good teacher.
Sheng Qingye thought about it and looked down at the food on the plate. Fortunately, it was not spilled, otherwise it would be wasted. He picked up a piece of fish and ate it.
This braised fish tastes...better than ever before.
Behind a pillar not far away, the disciple who bumped into him was secretly looking at Sheng Qingye.
After seeing Sheng Qingye eat the food, he walked out of the cafeteria with peace of mind.
In the bamboo forest outside the dining hall, Yin Tu heard from his disciples that Sheng Qingye had already eaten the food sprinkled with poison powder.
A triumphant smile appeared on Yin Tu's lips.
This poison is colorless and odorless. When a poisoned monk tries to mobilize his spiritual power, his spiritual power will be suppressed.
Yin Tu became excited at the thought of defeating Sheng Qingye.
The next day was a cloudy day, with gray dark clouds gathering in the sky.
With a whoosh sound, the flare shot straight into the air, exploding into a spark.
The second round of competition officially began.
Tang Yixin's match is scheduled for tomorrow, and he is currently sitting in the stands watching the match.
Below the stage, the disciples have already stepped onto the stage.
Sheng Qingye's chains lingered around his body, emitting strands of frost.
He looked at the Yintu opposite and always felt something was weird.
Yin Tu held a sword in his hand with an inexplicably confident and provocative smile, as if he was definitely not his opponent.
What on earth is he laughing at?
Is this some kind of tactic?
Sheng Qingye frowned and became alert.
Yin Tu was in a relaxed state, and his whole body exuded an aura of ease.
He curled the corners of his mouth slightly, drew his sword, and stabbed at Sheng Qingye.
This move was performed with unstoppable momentum, and confidence was radiating from his face.
After two moves, all the confidence was gone.
The next moment, his face suddenly hurt, as if a cold chain was hitting his face hard.
He groaned and was knocked to a half-squat on the ground, covering his beaten face, which felt hot and cold.
It hurts like ice and fire.
What...what’s going on!
Why is there no poisoning?
That's impossible. There is absolutely no problem with that poison. Even a Nascent Soul cultivator cannot resist it.
Yin Tu stood up, covered half of his face, and muttered:
“Sheng Qingye, if you have the ability, don’t hit me in the face. Are you jealous of my handsomeness?”
Sheng Qingye was amused by this sentence and laughed for some reason.
What’s going on with the Yin soil today?
Who gave him the courage?
"I just like to slap people in the face." After Sheng Qingye said this, he put his fingers together in front of him, and the chains behind him quickly came out.
At this time, Yin Tu also became serious. His eyes darkened and he raised his sword to meet the enemy.
It seems that in order to save face, I have to bear it.
Tang Yixien was in the stands, watching the situation on the field.
He was not worried about Sheng Qingye, as he was more than capable of dealing with Yin Tu.
But Yin Tu has been jumping up and down today, and I don’t know what’s going on.
At this moment, he was being chased all over the field by Sheng Qingye's chain.
Next to him on the ring was Jin Xiaoxiao.
Jin Xiaoxiao's opponent is the "rising star" little Fatty.
At this time, the little fat boy had rolled on the ground for more than ten times, rolling in circles.
This is probably the legendary rolling knife meat.
His meteor hammer swung wildly around his fat body.
Jin Xiaoxiao rarely encountered such an interesting opponent. He stood in the middle of the field without moving, watching calmly.
Tang Yixin felt that Jin Xiaoxiao could take out a few taels of silver from her pocket at any time to reward the little fat boy.
Then clap a few more times.
The most eye-catching person on the field was Xuan Yuran.
Below his stage, a circle of younger sisters and brothers surrounded him, cheering him on.
There are also some cute girls holding red ribbons.
Tang Yixien felt depressed. Why were there only men around him and not a single cute girl?
What he didn't know was that there were actually girls there, but they were all scared away by the three apprentices.
Especially Sheng Qingye, if anyone looks at Tang Yixien for a few more seconds, he will act as if he wants to dig out the person’s eyes. Which cute girl is not afraid of going blind?
Xuan Yuran's opponent was an old man with white hair and beard, and it was obvious that his cultivation level was not low.
But the old man still stood there, not moving, and the sword in his hand was not unsheathed.
Xuan Yuran held the talisman in his hand as soon as he came on stage. He had already burned two of them, and the one in his hand was the third one.
The other party was an elderly man, and Xuan Yuran felt that it was disrespectful for him to attack first.
"Senior? Senior? Please give me some advice." Xuan Yuran said loudly in a clear and moist voice.
The old man opposite raised his eyelids, as if looking at Xuan Yuran, but also as if not looking at him.
"What? Can the monsters from the demon race now come on stage and compete with me?" the old man said.
Xuan Yuran's brows darkened, and his fair face, which originally had a hint of obedience and gentleness, turned cold.
He turned out to be an old stubborn man who looked down on the demon race.
This old man is at least several hundred years old. A long time ago, there were indeed some cultivators who looked down on the demon race and thought they were aliens.
Believe that the cultivation clan is the orthodox one.
Xuan Yuran straightened his expression slightly. Since he was like that first, don't blame him for this.
"Well, old man, if that's the case, I won't be polite."
Xuan Yuran straightened his body, formed seals with his hands in front of him, and in an instant, he cast several powerful golden talismans towards the old man who was pretending to be dead.
The old man's face changed, he stepped back, turned around and drew his sword, obviously with some effort.
This caused a burst of exclamations from the onlookers.
Perhaps the junior sisters were all looking at Xuan Yuran, which made the disciples nearby jealous.
Some disciples whispered sarcastic remarks:
"After all, he's an elder too. He attacked before the elders did anything. How rude of him!"
"That's right." Another disciple next to him echoed in a low voice.
"You...have any manners when you lie behind someone's back?"
A bone-chilling voice sounded behind them.
The voice is like the ethereal sound of iceberg breaking, distant and cold.
When they turned around, it was Tang Yixin, the eldest son of the Tang family.
"Big...Big Master..."
They had never seen the eldest young master so close before, and they were all speechless.
"What the disciple said is correct, he..." the disciple just now said unconvinced.