Chapter 13 Junior Brother, Your Strength is Here
That doesn't make sense.
The most serious damage caused by the explosion was to Ye Xingzhou's original position.
Jiang Ke also thought that the explosive talisman might have been placed by other disciples.
However, Ye Xingzhou was in charge of cleaning the school and was the last person to leave the school, so the others had no chance to commit the crime.
Unless someone uses the teleportation talisman.
The teleportation talisman is a second-grade talisman, and it is not easy to draw it.
Meng Zhi wasn't good at talismans, but he could get others to draw them for him. After all, the fifth-level talisman master employed by the Meng family was no mere decoration.
Therefore, Meng Zhi still could not clear the suspicion.
Jiang Ke glanced at Meng Zhi, who was leisurely standing aside, with a scrutinizing look in his eyes.
"It's really not you?"
Meng Zhi shrugged.
"You've asked that five times."
Jiang Ke: "Du Lang and other disciples reported that you and Ye Xingzhou had a disagreement before."
"So you suspect I'm using such despicable means to frame Ye Xingzhou or even blow him up?"
Meng Zhi looked Ye Xingzhou up and down, with undisguised disdain in his tone.
"How shameless is Ye Xingzhou to deserve to be framed by me?"
Ye Xingzhou was successfully despised.
He raged quietly in a fit of rage.
Meng Zhi, you better keep one eye open and keep watch when you sleep at night!
Jiang Ke thought for a while and his eyes moved slightly.
He still believed in his intuition, and at present Meng Zhi and Ye Xingzhou were the most suspicious.
"Ye Xingzhou, use your spiritual energy to draw the talisman again."
"Brother Jiang, what if I run out of spiritual energy?"
Jiang Ke took out a jade porcelain bottle from his storage ring.
"This is a second-grade Spirit Gathering Pill. Taking it will restore your spiritual energy."
That being said, he was being rude.
Ye Xingzhou picked up the pen and immediately circulated his spiritual energy.
As the first stroke was made, a huge resistance instantly swept across the tip of the pen.
At the same time, his fingers felt like they were pricked by needles, and the resistance made him want to throw the pen away.
Ye Xingzhou's fingers gripping the pen began to turn white.
The further down you draw, the more obvious the needle prick feeling becomes. Your fingers are connected to your heart, and you can feel a dull pain in your heart.
Ye Xingzhou forced himself to finish three strokes, and the spiritual energy in his body was quickly drained.
A fishy and sweet taste suddenly surged into my throat.
Meng Zhi sensed something was wrong and grabbed Ye Xingzhou by the collar and lifted him up.
"You're stupid!"
The brush rolled to the side.
Originally, Ye Xingzhou could still hold back from vomiting blood.
Meng Zhi's pull almost sent Ye Xingzhou away.
Feeling the suffocation of his collar around his neck, Ye Xingzhou couldn't help but cough up a mouthful of blood.
"Ahem, quick, ahem, let go."
Bro, you're strangling me to death.
Ye Xingzhou tries to awaken Meng Zhi's conscience.
Don't take revenge on personal grudges like this!
A few drops of bright red splashed onto Meng Zhi's face.
Meng Zhi's hands loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened again.
"You deserve it for trying to be brave even though you can't draw."
In the end, he resisted the urge to throw the man out and twisted Ye Xingzhou's neck hard in revenge.
On the other hand, Ye Xingzhou had blood at the corner of his mouth, his face was pale, and he looked half dead.
At this moment, he was in a state of exhaustion, leaning listlessly against Meng Zhi, with most of his strength on Meng Zhi.
Meng Zhi's pupils suddenly shrank and she pushed Ye Xingzhou away.
“What are you doing!”
Meng Zhi covered his neck with his hands, his face full of disbelief.
Shan Huai was surprised to see another person in his arms, but he still supported the person.
After many twists and turns, Ye Xingzhou finally swallowed the Spirit Gathering Pill with trembling hands.
At the same time, Meng Zhi's continuous retching sounds were heard.
"vomit!"
"Ye Xingzhou, ugh!"
"What's wrong with him?" Shan Huai was puzzled.
"I don't know." Jiang Ke also said.
After taking the Spirit Gathering Pill, Ye Xingzhou has almost recovered.
He stood up straight, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand, grimacing in pain.
"Didn't you see? Meng Zhi just pinched the back of my neck."
"He hit me so hard that it hurt, so I wiped the blood on his neck."
Ye Xingzhou said this as he wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Just now, Meng Zhi pinched him because he couldn't use enough strength, and that pinch almost pulled his skin off.
Ye Xingzhou is not someone who is willing to suffer losses.
So, he made a quick decision, leaned on Meng Zhi, tilted his head, and stained the blood from the corner of his mouth directly on Meng Zhi's neck.
No other actions are needed, being disgusting enough is the strongest attack power.
Although he was in a mess now, he had managed to defeat Meng Zhi.
Ye Xingzhou looked at the person who was retching, and he felt satisfied no matter how he looked at him.
As expected of him, just a little blood can disgust the other person for the whole day.
While Meng Zhi was dry-retching, he did not forget to frantically perform the Cleansing Dust Technique with his other hand.
These two people are like children fighting.
Shanhuai shook his head at Jiangke.
Jiang Ke understood and clasped his hands together, "It's getting late, my two junior brothers, please go back early. Thank you for your cooperation today."
The inner meaning of this statement is to clear suspicion.
"Two senior brothers, take care."
Before leaving, Shanhuai threw the small porcelain bottle into Ye Xingzhou's hand.
"Compensation just now."
"Thank you, Brother Shan."
Shan Huai said nothing and took a step back and left.
When Ye Xingzhou saw that there were still two Spirit Gathering Pills in the bottle, he grinned instantly.
You are so generous.
This is a second-grade Spirit Gathering Pill.
Outer disciples can only receive it once a year.
Anyone would be happy to get the second-grade Spirit Gathering Pill for free.
Ye Xingzhou wished that such a good thing would happen more often.
"Ye Xingzhou, I'm sick. I'm not done with you. Sick!"
Meng Zhi was still vomiting.
Meng Zhi almost felt sick at the thought of Ye Xingzhou's face in close contact with his skin.
The more disgusted he was, the more excited Ye Xingzhou became.
"Junior Brother, I know you pinched my neck just now for other reasons."
"Brother knows that you want to use these little tricks to attract his attention."
"Brother understands that you have been pretending to be strong in front of me."
With every word Ye Xingzhou spoke, he took a step closer. Not only were his steps vulgar, but he also kept rubbing his hands.
Disgusting, he's a professional!
"What do you want to do?"
Meng Zhi retreated cautiously until his back hit the wall and he had nowhere to retreat.
Ye Xingzhou smiled like a fool, but the words he said were extremely greasy.
"Brother, I just want to tell you that from now on, you don't have to be so strong anymore, because your strength is coming!"
These words were like three barrels of lard soaked in water, and their attack power was comparable to a palm strike from a cultivator in the Spirit Transformation Stage.
"Go away!"
Meng Zhi pushed the man away and ran away.
Ye Xingzhou was pushed and staggered, but after barely stabilizing himself, he immediately chased after him.
"Junior brother! Hey, little junior brother! Wait for me!"
"Junior brother! Aren't you done with me? Why are you running away?"
No matter how he chases or runs away, he can't escape even if he has wings!
Meng Zhi fled in a panic in front.
Ye Xingzhou ran after him.
"Don't run, Junior Brother, I have something to tell you!"
Ye Xingzhou is an expert at stealing food. Without using spiritual energy, Meng Zhi can't outrun him at all.
When Meng Zhi turned around, Ye Xingzhou almost grabbed the corner of her clothes.
Meng Zhi was startled. He tapped the ground with his toes and jumped onto the beam. Then he disappeared into the twilight without looking back.
"Junior brother, look at you, you're getting impatient again."
Ye Xingzhou raised his middle finger in the direction where Meng Zhi disappeared. He caught a glimpse of a foxtail grass in the corner of the wall and pulled it down.
Ye Xingzhou walked back slowly with grass in his mouth.
Not to mention, it was quite amusing to see Meng Zhi escape in such a miserable state.
However, after taking ten steps, Ye Xingzhou stopped, the leisure on his face disappeared, and the dogtail grass in his mouth fell to the ground.
It was dusk by this time and the surrounding scenery was blurry.
At the end of the path, there stood a man in a black robe, hidden in the darkness.
The sword in his hand was shining brightly.
The cold light of the sword seemed to be able to travel a hundred steps and reach his face.
Just now, Meng Zhi was afraid that other cultivators would see him being chased, so he ran towards the library where there were few people, and he also followed suit.
Now, Ye Xingzhou's toes are gripping the ground.
Hello, man in black robe.
Goodbye, man in black robe.
He decisively picked up a Spirit Gathering Pill and stuffed it into his mouth.
The moment the spiritual energy expanded, Ye Xingzhou's figure flashed and he had already run five miles away.
"Meng Zhi!"
"Help!"
"Your senior brother is going to die!"
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