Chapter 260 No, let’s look at our brains
Feng Yang held on, using the five-attribute yellow sand cage to trap the yellow-scaled three-tailed scorpion and strangle it to death.
The moment he killed the yellow-scaled three-tailed scorpion, Feng Yang could no longer hold on and spat out a mouthful of blood.
puff--!
Feng Yang fell from mid-air, his body seemed to be hollowed out, and he could no longer support the flying of the wind.
Fortunately, after the yellow-scaled three-tailed scorpion died, the little scorpions it summoned all lay on the ground, as if they were fast asleep, until they gradually disappeared.
rustle!
rustle!
Just when Feng Yang breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he could finally stop worrying about being torn apart by the scorpion, another yellow-scaled three-tailed scorpion, exactly the same as the previous one, appeared at the place where the yellow-scaled three-tailed scorpion had stood before being strangled!
Feng Yang's eyes widened a little.
God is going to kill him!
Killing one of them almost cost him his life. He overdrew his spiritual energy and forcibly comprehended the properties of the five elements, which almost broke his tendons and veins.
Although his cultivation level had indeed advanced by two levels, he had also mastered the properties of water and gold elements.
Even though it is only entry-level, the five element attributes of the fifth-level Golden Core are already very good.
Very capable.
So, even if... his cultivation would probably stop here and there would be no possibility of advancement, Feng Yang didn't feel too bad.
Two levels in a row!
With his talent, even if he continued to practice in the inner sect for another two hundred years, he might not be able to advance two levels.
But if he had to fight the Yellow-Scaled Three-Tailed Scorpion again...
Feng Yang smiled bitterly.
He might as well lie down and wait to die.
Maybe it will be more comfortable.
"What on earth have I overlooked?" Nan Ran murmured softly as he looked at Feng Yang and the yellow-scaled three-tailed scorpion.
"Every monster that everyone kills in the illusion will be recreated in the same location..."
Um?
When Feng Yang heard Nan Ran's voice again, the desire to survive instantly burned in his heart.
He can't just die like this!
Absolutely not!
I haven’t kowtowed to Nanran yet!
Kowtow ten times!
An illusion?
Every monster that is killed will have a new one that is exactly the same as the previous one refreshed in the same place - boom!
As soon as Feng Yang had this thought, he suddenly began to fall.
He opened his eyes wide in horror and found that the desert around him seemed to be broken into pieces, falling down in pieces here and there.
He fell down with him.
Feng Yang was extremely nervous.
Is God really going to kill him?
But soon, he looked at the scenery around him, which gradually became familiar to him, and he was no longer so nervous.
Water Monster Forest!
He is back!
Then he heard the voice that he had been thinking about again.
"Feng Yang--" The word "Senior Brother" was still in Nan Ran's mouth. Before she could say it out loud, she was frightened by a man who had just escaped from the illusion and seemed to have a brain injury.
Feng Yang had just landed on the ground and hadn't even stood firmly when he made a big move and slid to his knees in front of Nan Ran with a plop.
"Master! Please accept my disciple's greeting!"
Nan Ran: ???
What the hell?
Feng Yang didn't notice Nan Ran's stunned expression and was still in a state of great excitement.
"Master! Please accept my disciple's bow again!"
Nan Ran looked as if she didn't feel any pain. With a "bang", she hit her head on the ground, causing Feng Yang to hit her again.
Before he could say anything, Feng Yang cried out again, "Master! Please accept my disciple's—mmmm!"
He bowed again and said a few words, but before he could utter a word, Nan Ran hurriedly squatted down, covered Feng Yang's mouth, and held his head to prevent him from bowing again.
Bow again and the ceremony will be complete!
What if she really became Feng Yang's master? Wouldn't that make a difference in seniority?!
Nan Ran looked at Feng Yang, who was struggling and making "hmmmm" sounds, and said worriedly, "Could it be that he really has a brain injury? Why don't we go back to the sect and ask the elder physician to take a look?"
I don’t know if the doctors in the Wanshou Continent know how to treat mental illness.
Feng Yang: ...
"Junior Sister Nanran, my brain is not broken."
"I'm serious!"
If it weren't for Nan Ran's voice constantly guiding him, how could he have advanced two levels in a row? And he was advancing in a fantasy world!
A teacher should teach, educate and answer questions!
Nan Ran: ...
"Why don't you ask the elder physician to look at your brain?"
I'm already calling her Junior Sister, and I'm still talking about becoming her disciple... We're of different generations, okay?!
Meng Duanyue and Ye Zhi finally recovered from their shock.
"Feng Yang, what are you doing!" Ye Zhi frowned, pulled Nan Ran behind him, and stared at Feng Yang as if he was guarding against a thief.
This guy has bad intentions!
Repaying kindness with enmity!
bad!
Feng Yang: ...
He looked innocent: "I want to be your disciple!"
The tone was very serious.
Meng Duanyue also said in disapproval: "Junior Brother Feng Yang, you are too presumptuous!"
How can you become a disciple in this way?
She did not have the same feelings as Ye Zhi, who treated Nan Ran as the apple of his eye. She also did not have much friendship with Feng Yang, so her stance was relatively objective.
Therefore, I don’t think there is anything wrong with Feng Yang becoming his disciple.
It's just too rude to just kneel down in front of someone like this without any proper etiquette or regulations.
Feng Yang scratched his head and actually thought seriously about what Meng Duanyue said.
It seems... a little bit presumptuous?
"I'm sorry, Junior Sister Nanran." He said sheepishly, "I didn't scare you, did I?"
After saying that, he immediately added, "But I really want to be your disciple!"
Nan Ran: ...
She tilted her head and looked at Nan Shu: "Sect Master——"
Feng Yang also raised his head when he heard the voice, as if he had just realized that there was such a big sect leader standing next to him.
He stood up, bowed politely and called out to someone.
He was just thinking of asking the sect leader to allow him to become Nanran's disciple.
Nan Ran said to Nan Shu with a serious expression, "Does the sect have any physician elders who are good at diagnosing and treating brain diseases?"
"If not, could you please send someone to the Medicine Sect to ask?"
The brain disease is so serious that it must be treated!
Feng Yang: ...
"Junior Sister Nanran, please believe me, my brain is really not sick or broken."
Nan Ran clearly didn't believe it.
Feng Yang took a deep breath and said firmly, "I'm serious! I want to be your disciple!"
After saying this, he lifted his robe and knelt down, bowing towards Nan Shu: "Please bear witness, Sect Master!"
Nan Ran: ...
And he said he was not sick!
Nan Shu's eyes turned slightly cold as he glanced at Feng Yang.
Nan Shu's expression darkened slightly, and he turned to Nan Ran. His tone was much gentler as he asked seriously, "The sect will not interfere with disciples' choice of a master, nor will they force them. As long as both parties feel it is suitable, they can form a master-disciple relationship on their own."
"Since he has this intention, if you are willing too——"
Having said that, Nan Shu's tone became heavier, and he was even unwilling to continue.
He changed his words and said to Nan Ran again: "If you don't want to, just refuse directly!"
Nan Ran: ...
She clearly felt that when Nan Shu said "if you are willing", the air pressure around him dropped several degrees.
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