In the following time, Ye Ming and Feng Yi spent all their time in the battlefield and the training ground, and finally improved Feng Yi's fighting ability to the level that a normal genius should have.
Lin Yu's death did not cause any splash. After all, in this world, it is normal for a few people to die, especially cultivators.
In the blink of an eye, it was the day of the Jingsuiquan quota competition. The battle field was already full of people. The rules were simple. Two people would fight each other by drawing lots. The winner would advance and the top fifty would be decided.
However, there are also some powerful disciples who unfortunately have to withdraw after encountering a pervert like Ye Ming. So after the fifty candidates are preliminarily determined, the losers can choose a disciple to challenge. The winner will go up and the loser will go down. At the same time, the loser will have another challenge opportunity to decide the real top fifty.
The rules of the game are very rough, but fate is inherently unfair, and luck is also a very important part of life. There are many people who are obviously extremely talented, but lack a little luck, which leads to their complete failure.
Feng Yi's luck was neither good nor bad. In the first match, he was chosen to face Wang Zhan, a fellow apprentice from Jianzhi Peak, who was quite powerful. Many of his fellow apprentices who had never seen Feng Yi in action even thought that Feng Yi would stop here.
Ye Ming, Hua Xin, and Liu He were given a bye. It couldn't be helped, since their three sects were invincible at the same level. Especially Ye Ming, the big pervert!
"No way, Senior Brother Feng Yi is a bit unlucky!"
"Brother Feng Yi relied on luck to enter the Pure Marrow Spring last time. He has very little practical experience. It seems he won't be so lucky this time."
"Don't you all know that Junior Brother Ye Ming has been hanging out with Senior Brother Feng Yi on the battlefield. With Junior Brother Ye Ming's help, Senior Brother Feng Yi must be very powerful."
"No, didn't you all hear that Senior Brother Feng Yi killed that Wang Jin alone?"
"Isn't that because of the help of Junior Brother Ye Ming?"
Zhang Tong and Zhang Tianyi looked at each other and said nothing. Let Senior Brother Feng Yi amaze all of you!
After Feng Yi exchanged greetings with his junior brother Wang Zhan, the competition between the two began with the ringing of a bell.
Wang Zhan was the first to draw out his sword, Feng Yi, ah, Feng Yi had no weapon!
After thinking for a while, Feng Yi put on a pair of white gloves. Why do these gloves look a bit like Xiaolongnu's gloves?
It's a pity that I don't know how to sleep on a rope! My thoughts wandered for a second, and Wang Zhan had already attacked me.
Feng Yi dodged his attack nimbly with the wing step, and counterattacked with the desolate finger, forcing Wang Zhan to retreat. After a few moves, Wang Zhan immediately put away his contempt. He didn't expect that Senior Brother Feng Yi had made such progress!
The people watching the game below were also very surprised and started to discuss it in a buzzing manner.
"I never expected that Senior Brother Feng Yi is really capable!"
"Wow, won't Senior Brother Feng Yi be an alchemist in the future? He's also an expert in combat!"
"That's awesome! My girlish heart is overflowing. Senior Brother Feng Yi, I love you!"
"If you ask me, Junior Brother Ye Ming is really amazing. After just a few days of coaching Senior Brother Feng Yi, he seems like a completely different person!"
"Don't talk nonsense here. If Senior Brother Feng Yi doesn't have this talent, no one else can help him!"
“Yes, yes, yes!”
Zhang Tong and Zhang Tianyi saw this scene on the field and immediately shouted, "Senior Brother Feng Yi will definitely win!"
Feng Yi heard the discussion below and smiled slightly. Do you think all the arduous training these days and the torture from the pervert Ye Ming were in vain?
There is no time to think about these things. Wang Zhan’s attack is over, it’s my turn!
Feng Yi rushed forward, opened his third eye, and pointed at Huang Wu!
There was a small mistake in Wang Zhan's response. Feng Yi immediately seized the opportunity, avoided his sword energy, and pointed his finger at his shoulder. Blood splattered. Wang Zhan hurriedly retreated, but the sword in his hand did not retreat. Instead, the sword energy became stronger and stabbed towards Feng Yi.
Feng Yi did not panic. He stretched out his fingers, the Black Tortoise Armor covered his palm, the spiritual energy contained in the Desolate Finger was hidden, and the white gloves flashed with spiritual light, and he actually caught Wang Zhan's sword with his fingers!
Wang Zhan was shocked and wanted to draw his sword immediately, but Feng Yi took advantage of the situation and pointed his sword at Wang Zhan's throat!
With a "dong" sound, the recording elder announced: "Feng Yi wins this battle!"
"Senior Brother Feng Yi is the best!"
"Brother Feng Yi, I love you!"
"Brother Feng Yi, look at me!"
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Wang Zhan's face was bitter, but he still bowed and said, "As expected of Senior Brother Feng Yi."
"No, no, you underestimated me. Besides, I haven't fought in front of people many times, so you are not familiar with my moves." Feng Yi said with a smile.
Wang Zhan, who had originally thought he would be met with a cold snort, was even more surprised when he heard Feng Yi's gentle voice. Is this still the cold and arrogant Feng Yi?
Looking at the smiling Feng Yi in front of him, Wang Zhan felt as if he was emitting a faint light, which slightly stung his eyes, and he was stunned for a moment.
Until there was a cold snort from the audience, followed by a deep voice: "Feng Yi, go home after the fight!"
It was Ye Ming who had been watching the fight from the audience. Feng Yi walked down from the stage and said to Ye Ming with a smile, "How's it going? Have all these days of teaching been in vain? Your chief disciple is still pretty good, right?"
Looking at Feng Yi's sparkling eyes, Ye Ming's slightly sour heart finally calmed down. He smiled and said, "You played well. Go back and prepare for tomorrow's game."
"Yeah, okay."
Before leaving, Ye Ming glared at Wang Zhan who had just recovered from his shock on the stage. What are you staring at?
Seeing the two of them leaving together, everyone was in an uproar again.
"Ahhhh, I must be seeing things, Senior Brother Ye Ming actually laughed!"
"Oh my god, what's going on? Are these two really that close now? I thought everything that happened before was just a rumor!"
"What a perfect match! I can't help but look forward to seeing them!"
"Woo woo woo, I just noticed how handsome Senior Brother Feng Yi is today, so do I have to give up my position now?"
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Hearing what everyone was discussing, Zhang Tong smiled evilly and glanced at Zhang Tianyi. Zhang Tianyi immediately understood what he meant, and the two began to spread the gossip between Ye Ming and Feng Yi among the crowd.
No one noticed that Long Wan'er, who had just finished the battle and was also looking at the backs of the two men, had a frosty face.
Seeing this, Long Wan'er's friend Lin Hui stepped forward, gently pulled her sleeve, and comforted her, "Wan'er, it's okay. It's definitely not what everyone says."
What she got was a cold look from Long Wan'er, which scared her so much that she took two steps back.
Seeing Lin Hui's frightened face, Long Wan'er finally reacted. She stepped forward and took Lin Hui's hand: "I know, I'm fine. I'm sorry for making you worry."
Lin Hui pursed her lips slightly, stroked her hand with her backhand, and said, "Well, I will always be with you."
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