Chapter 46 Purple Cloud Medicine

Accompanied by a sharp and harsh sound of air friction, the venue sounded.

Zhang Yu held his palm high, and on it was a flying sword that was spinning at high speed like a helicopter propeller.

It's you! Rasenshuriken!

The next moment, he released his magic power and the spinning flying sword became like a huge disc, sweeping from low to high towards the signal signs in the air.

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Ascetic (expand details)

When Han Xingye focused his attention on what was unfolding above Zhang Yu's head, he saw another long string of words.

Ascetic|sport specialty student|extremely poor people in Songyang City|loan slaves|credit card slaves|???

When Han Xingye saw the string of comments above Zhang Yu's head through the Sky Eye Talisman, he was shocked for the second time today.

"Songyang High School again?"

“Where did they recruit the talent from this year?”

The ascetics and students with sports expertise mentioned above are easy to understand. They are simply more diligent and self-disciplined in their practice, and better at sports.

The following three comments are also easy to understand. They can be summed up in two words: poor.

And those last three question marks were what made Han Xingye feel shocked.

"question mark?"

"Is it a concealment charm? A disguise charm?"

Since there is a Sky Eye Talisman that can check the composition, there are naturally means of checks and balances, such as concealment talismans and disguise talismans.

But firstly, how could such a poor person use the talisman? Secondly, Han Xingye had never seen anyone use the concealment talisman or disguise talisman and then deliberately create such an effect. Doesn't this clearly tell others that they are hiding something?

"These three question marks are so arrogant."

Arrogant and poor, two words that should not be put together, but at this moment Han Xingye felt them at the same time from above Zhang Yu's head.

So he began to be curious about Zhang Yu's performance.

Then he saw the flying sword spinning and rising into the sky like a disc.

Han Xingye's eyes fixed as he watched the high-speed spinning flying sword create gusts of cyclones and sweep across the signal board dancing in the air like a full moon. A trace of astonishment appeared on his face.

Then he laughed: "Haha, it is true that it is easier to hit the signal cards this way. With the disc shape, I can hit all the signal cards with just a few strokes. This can make up for the lack of experience in flying sword operation."

80 points

Han Xingye nodded slightly when he saw the score, and then he saw many students expressing dissatisfaction and starting to complain about Zhang Yu cheating and violating regulations.

Han Xingye glanced over.

Not worth mentioning, rare, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning

Not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning, rare

Not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning, rare, not worth mentioning

Looking at the dissatisfied students, Han Xingye curled his lips and thought to himself, "What a bunch of fools."

"To make the flying sword turn like this and still maintain control, without losing control and flying around randomly, requires extremely precise control of the magic power."

"The design of this flying sword is to go straight back and forth. If you want to turn it into this shape, you must constantly change the rhythm of mana input every moment."

"This guy uses his strong control over mana to make up for his lack of experience in operating flying swords."

"Not only is 80 not high, it's actually low."

"I think the judges don't encourage this because of the relationship with the sponsors."

Han Xingye glanced at Ziyun High School and Hongta High School. Sure enough, no student from the three famous schools stood up to object. It was obvious that they could all see the difficulty involved.

In the following matches, some people began to try Zhang Yu's method, but they all failed and their flying swords flew out.

Fortunately, there was a referee watching over the scene at all times, so no casualties were caused.

At this time, many students who had originally opposed it gradually realized that Zhang Yu's operation of rotating the flying sword was by no means simple.

On his way back, Zhang Yu sighed in his heart: "This flying sword still doesn't support my operation. My mana can obviously speed up the pace, but the frequency of the scabbard receiving commands has reached its limit. Otherwise, the score should be higher."

Obviously, such a high-speed rotation operation has not yet reached the limit of Zhang Yu's magic power control trained through the 10th-level Zhoutian Qi Gathering Method, but it has reached the design limit of the flying sword itself. After all, this flying sword was not designed for this purpose.

As soon as Zhang Yu returned to the rest area of ​​Songyang High School, he immediately received praise from Teacher Yan.

"Zhang Yu, you did a great job. You used your mana control to make up for the lack of flying sword operation. This 80 points is too low."

"As for the complaints from those poor students in ordinary high schools, just treat them as air and don't take them to heart."

Teacher Yan thought about Zhang Yu's results and was secretly delighted: "If there are more suitable projects for Zhang Yu in the next two levels, maybe he can get into the top ten?"

Only the top ten in the total score of the French competition will receive prize money and a real ranking, which can be useful in university interviews. The degree of importance that high schools will attach to this will also be very different.

Teacher Yan became excited when he thought that if Zhang Yu could really make it into the top ten, his year-end bonus would definitely increase.

She randomly pointed at a student who had the worst grades this time and said, "Bai Zhenzhen, go get Zhang Yu a bottle of water. Zhang Yu, don't be nervous about the next two levels, just do them according to your normal level..."

Bai Zhenzhen's eyes suddenly widened, and she glanced at Zhang Yu who was snickering beside her. She could only stand up helplessly and run to the organizer to get some water.

"Wait a minute, Zhen, let me take a picture."

"You want to die, Zhang Yu."

Bai Zhenzhen smashed the water bottle at Zhang Yu's head and sat down angrily, thinking to herself, "Damn it, I should have left before the game started."

"What a bullshit Fasai, it's all a game for rich people."

"Yuzi, you'd better make it into the top ten, otherwise I..."

He Dayou, who was not far away, looked at Zhang Yu's score and was also surprised: "His ability to control his magic power is so strong? Fortunately... Fortunately, he is a poor guy."

Not long after, the first game was completely over, and the host came on stage again, saying with a smile: "Good medicine, choose Ziyun, the Ziyun medicine for all ages, one mouthful will cure all diseases, thank Ziyun Company for co-sponsoring this French competition."

"All emergency medicines for the next second level will be sponsored by Ziyun Company..."

As he was speaking, the host had already begun announcing the rules for the second game.

This test is about the ability to dissolve special magical powers.

The specific process is that after the detection patch is attached to the contestant, the judges will inject a special magic power to see how long it takes the contestant to dissolve it. The shorter the time, the higher the score.

If it exceeds ten minutes, or the contestants feel they cannot bear it, they can immediately take the magic-eliminating medicine sponsored by Ziyun Company to eliminate the special magic power in their bodies.

In addition, Ziyun Company opened temporary medicine stalls all around the area to sell various medicines needed by the contestants.

The reason why Ziyun Company sells medicine here is only because there is another rule in this second level.

Taking medicine is allowed in this level.

Zhang Yu was shocked.

Fuck! Are you guys still human? You are encouraging drug use in the competition to earn the sponsorship fee from Ziyun Company, right? At the same time, Zhang Yu saw the students from Songyang High School around him starting to take out their things.

Painkillers, tranquilizers, concentration agents... Looking at the three-piece set they took out, Zhang Yu suddenly realized that these guys were also well prepared.

Teacher Yan at the side asked with concern: "Zhang Yu, did you bring the medicine?"

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

"Remember to take it before we start."

Taking drugs during competitions... this is perfectly normal in Teacher Yan's opinion.

If you are afraid of pain and itch, take a painkiller. If you are weak-willed, take a tranquilizer. If you are afraid of distraction when practicing, take a concentration pill...

In short...if you want to be in high spirits on the field, you have to keep taking drugs on the field.

That's the competition.

Competition means taking medicine! The magic competition has always been one of the favorite projects sponsored by pharmaceutical companies, so there is usually at least one level that allows contestants to take medicine, as long as the medicine is within the range of medicines listed by the organizer. This is also what the referees and soul cultivator assistants will supervise and check in a while.

So taking medicine is part of the competition, and it even shows the foundation of a high school student.

Seeing Zhang Yu's confused look, Teacher Yan opened his bag helplessly: "Look at you, you didn't even prepare medicine for the competition?"

"Luckily I brought a spare."

As he spoke, Teacher Yan had already taken out various bottles and jars from his bag, poured a few and placed them in front of Zhang Yu.

Looking at Teacher Yan's loving and concerned eyes, Zhang Yu had no choice but to take all the medicine.

"Damn! I can't take medicine in this state, right?"

The original Zhang Yu had damaged his health due to taking too much medicine. This memory scared Zhang Yu so much that he never dared to take medicine randomly. At most, he took some nerve fillers to reduce his sleep.

In addition, he himself has amazing talent and is burdened with huge debts, so he has never intended to take any medicine indiscriminately.

Although he didn't know if there would be any problem with taking random medicines with his current health condition, he didn't intend to take any risks.

"I'm taking these drugs just for a competition. I'm afraid I haven't even used up much of the lifespan I gained from cultivating immortals."

But at this moment, feeling the concerned gaze of Teacher Yan, he could only smile and nod, thinking to himself: "I'll go to the toilet and pretend to eat later."

At the same time, the entire venue has turned into a pharmaceutical exhibition conference.

In the rest area of ​​Ziyun High School, Lian Tianji suddenly swallowed a handful of medicine into his mouth, then took a big sip of water and swallowed all the medicine in his mouth into his stomach.

The competition coach at the side looked at his face which was gradually turning red and purple, nodded and said: "Not bad, you have entered the competition state."

After saying this, he took out a wooden box from his bag.

As the wooden box opened, a total of ten syringes emitting faint purple light appeared in front of everyone.

The competition coach said, "This is the Tuomai injection from Ziyun Laboratory. It can temporarily widen your meridians throughout your body as your blood circulates, speeding up your energy training efficiency."

"One shot per person, don't fight for it."

After watching the students finish their injections one by one, he encouraged them, "Everyone must hold on to the end. Our total score is not much different from Bailong High School, so we must catch up in this game!"

Roar! The people who had just finished taking medicine and getting injections felt their fighting spirit was boundless, and they let out a deafening roar.

The rest area of ​​Hongta High School.

The competition coach was holding the demon student who looked like a red panda, and took out a few handfuls of animal medicine from the side: "Bufan, take another handful. We are now at the bottom of the three famous schools. If the second round is still like this, my bonus this year will be gone."

The little panda Xiong Bufan stretched out his paw towards him and raised his middle finger: "Enough!"

"Stop feeding!"

“Mmmmm… stop feeding me!”

On the other side, in the rest area of ​​Bailong High School.

Song Hailong grabbed a handful of medicine and swallowed it, then looked at the rest area of ​​Ziyun High School in the distance.

Listening to the roar coming from Ziyun High School, he snorted coldly: "I will crush all your fighting spirit in a moment."

At the same time, the competition coach Han Xingye came over with an insulated box and said to everyone, "This is the Kangling needle that the school specially prepared for you. I will inject it into your dantian later. Come and get it quickly."

As the insulated box was opened, a gust of cold air blew in the face, followed by two rows of fluorescent injections.

Song Hailong grinned, and he, with the number 1 printed on his school uniform, was the first to pick up a tube of injection.

The other students around also took out the injections from the insulated boxes in the order of the numbers on their chests, and then injected the needle into their own dantian.

Students from other schools were watching this scene with great envy: "Is it the Kangling Needle? It concentrates the essence of spiritual energy and can quickly restore the mana in the body. Is it going to dissolve the mana and replenish it during the competition?"

Some students even looked jealous: "One injection of Kangling into Dantian, my life is in my own hands, alas... I don't know if I can afford the Kangling injection in this lifetime."

Just then, a commotion came from a corner of the venue.

A student with foam at the mouth and convulsions in his limbs was carried out, which caused a lot of discussion.

One student lamented, “Overdose?”

One teacher was disdainful: "There is no such thing as an overdose, only a lack of drug resistance. We still have to practice!"

A teacher clapped his hands and urged: "Stop minding your own business and focus on the competition!"

As everyone's preparations were gradually completed, the second game officially began.

(End of this chapter)