"It's a cruel method, but it's often very effective." Chu Min looked calm. She ate very little, but she drank wine faster.
"Is this necessary?" Wen Yan couldn't help but ask, not only to Chu Min, but also to these four people.
"It's just a conference. There was one last year, one this year, one next year, and there will be one every year." Wen Yan said.
"Of course the Dianpo Conference is not too important," Xi Fan said, "but we have our own reasons."
"Have you decided too?" Chu Min looked at Xi Fan, as decisive as she was, and made the final confirmation with Xi Fan. This shows how careful Xi Fan's choice needs to be.
"It's decided." Xi Fan nodded. He didn't hesitate at all when he said this.
"Is this how it starts?" Chu Min asked.
"That's how it starts." Xi Fan said.
"Very good!" Chu Min nodded.
Because Xifan made the right decision.
If he gives up, Chu Min won't say anything; if he chooses to get better, Chu Min will reject him.
Choose to wait until the injury heals, that seems to have a better chance. However, the cultivation that Xi Fan had to face was the cultivation of risking one's life to survive. There was no room for shrinking or any luck. When the injury gets better, this is already a kind of concession. Even if you get more practice time in this mood, it will not be of any help. This mood itself is already a fatal injury. What Xifan wants to do is The breakthrough of the essence of soul.
"Eat less." This was Chu Min's last advice to Xi Fan. As for Molin, she simply didn't ask anything. Molin was in the best condition among the three.
So in the afternoon, two more cultivating figures appeared in the woods.
Mo Lin sat under a tree. He did not move constantly like Su Tang, because what he wanted to penetrate was the soul of the pivot. At this time, he was biting a piece of grass root in his mouth. It was very bitter, but Mo Lin seemed to be tasting something delicious, savoring it carefully.
The sense of taste is the unique perception possessed by the pivot soul. Stimulating the sense of taste can play a certain guiding role. This is just like Lu Ping's control over Ming Zhipo unknowingly improved slightly when he listened to Wen Yan's words and music. However, the focus of Lu Ping's training was different. What he wanted to practice was control itself, so this method was blocked by Chu Min. But Molin and the others, seeking breakthroughs and breakthroughs are the key. Using this method to stimulate control is of course a simple and easy way. Although the effect is very subtle as Wen Yan said, it is still better than nothing.
As for Xi Fan, he was lying motionless under a tree.
The sun was shining, the wind was blowing, and the grass was tickling his face, but he didn't feel it at all. After the soul of power was stripped away, he had lost his basic sense of touch. He could not see, hear, smell, taste, or even touch.
What he wants to cultivate is the spirit of essence, which is consciousness and emotion. After all the five senses were deprived, there was no external information that could be transmitted to him. Naturally, he was unable to use even simple and small help like the Molin Diaogan Grass. He lay there quietly, no one knew what kind of hard struggle the consciousness in this body was going on. On the surface, his practice seems to be the most peaceful and peaceful among the four, but in fact, it is the most dangerous one.
Wen Yan had been watching, watching Mo Lin and Xi Fan being stripped of their soul power by Chu Min one after another, watching them seek a breakthrough in this terrible state.
She didn't know what their reasons were, but this determination and attitude shocked her deeply.
Bang... Bang... Bang...
On Lu Ping's side, he was still picking up pieces, sorting large piles into small piles, and small piles into large piles. Although he was not in the same terrible state as the other three, his seriousness was not lacking at all.
Is it time for me to work harder?
They were all cultivators whose realms were far inferior to hers, but at this moment, she felt a deep sense of crisis. None of the top students in Amaterasu Academy who were as outstanding as her had ever felt such a deep sense of crisis for her. The feeling of "being compared".
Can't relax!
Thinking that she had spent the whole morning there flipping through books and watching other people practice, Wen Yan felt deeply that she did not value her time too much. She did not stay here any longer and resolutely left to practice the practice she was supposed to do.
Only five people were left in the woods.
Su Tang continued to wander around, Mo Lin continued to taste various things in his mouth, Xi Fan was still so peaceful and peaceful, and Lu Ping was still picking up the pieces carefully. From where Chu Min was, he could see these four people at a glance, holding another bottle of new wine in their hands, and the aroma of wine filled the air.
Bipolar Academy.
Amaterasu Academy is across from each other, and the competitive atmosphere between the two academies has been quite strong since the day they were founded. But after hundreds of years, no one has defeated the other. The two colleges have developed quite powerfully. They are often neighbors in the mainland college rankings. As for the division rankings of Zhiling District, the two colleges together are really one of the best. The presence.
But at this time, a large number of dejected students gathered outside the door of Bipolar Academy, some of them even slightly scarred.
These students are the first and third grade students from Xiafeng College who came from Xiafeng District to take the exam.
The college entrance examination went smoothly, but on this day at Bipolar Academy, they seemed to be low-level creatures who mistakenly entered the high-level circle, and suffered all kinds of discrimination. Just now, some students were so angry that a group fight broke out. Then, they were beaten to a pulp by the students of Bipolar Academy and were kicked out of the academy.
They were originally going to leave today, but it ended up in this way, and everyone felt very aggrieved. But there was nothing I could do. I was not as good as a human being. No matter how much I held a grudge, I could only curse in my heart, and then I could only leave in despair.
"Hahahaha." Several students from Bipolar College chased them all the way here and had a lot of fun. At this time, seeing that no one at Xiafeng College was harsh, they left without further entanglement. .
"A bunch of rubes, a waste of time." One of the people spat on the ground. Today's fight was also caused by a similar taunt. Some people ridiculed the students of Xiafeng Academy for their low level. No matter how much they practiced, it was a waste of time. The two sides argued and then started fighting. The final embarrassment of the students of Xiafeng Academy seemed to particularly confirm their views.
"Who are these people?" Students from Amaterasu Academy happened to be coming and going from the gate of Amaterasu Academy diagonally across the street. Looking at the group of people leaving dejectedly, they were very curious and asked Bipolar Academy.
Although the two colleges are in a competitive relationship, the students never fight each other to the death, and there is always normal communication between them.
"A bunch of bumpkins from the Xiafeng District. It is said that the college's Soul Tower is broken. They took the exam at our tower. Their standards are really embarrassing." The person who answered had a loud voice, clearly thinking about Xiafeng. People in the academy also heard it. The response from the students of Xiafeng College was to speed up their departure.
"Is it that bad?" The students at Amaterasu Academy were stunned.
"Of course. Oh, by the way, your college heard that four intruders came yesterday? It was quite lively! Who are they?" Bipolar College asked.
"He is also a student from Xiafeng District."
"Students from the Xiafeng District? What's causing you to panic? I heard this morning that even the sound transmission tower was destroyed?"
"Who the hell is transmitting it? Why don't you just stop it? Can't you see it?" Shuangzhao student pointed angrily at the wall. The height of the sound transmission tower could be seen from a few streets away.
"Oh, it didn't collapse? But it's about to collapse, right?"
"What nonsense!"
Students from two families can communicate, but this does not mean that they are good friends. If these words are not right, the smell of gunpowder will spread in minutes.
"What's the matter? Want to practice? That's just right. I just didn't enjoy cleaning up that bunch of rubbish. I'll take this opportunity to teach you a lesson!"
"Just you? Do you know how to write death?" Amaterasu Academy students rushed out, and in the blink of an eye, a new fight had occurred.
The wide street between the two houses is always less traveled. It is because of the average number of fights that occur on this street every day for a year. According to statistics, there are three and two fights...
(The update is coming, please recommend and vote for Sanjiang!)
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