Severe pain spreads all over my body...
Lowering her head, she found that her soul had returned to her physical body.
It turned out that her body was not broken, but was struck by lightning... I couldn't bear to look at it.
Rather than being a human being, it was more like a few pieces of rotten flesh piled into the shape of a human body.
Zhao Yisu looked away with disgust and didn't want to look at him a second time. Looking up, there was a magic weapon above her head that glowed faintly, shrouding her in it.
She was sure that if it weren't for the protection of this magic weapon, she would be hurting to death even if it hurts right now!
Several fellow students beside the bed were leaning against each other, looking straight at her from top to bottom.
Seeing that she was awake, Chunxia was the first to call out: "Senior Sister Zhao, are you awake?"
Her chubby face was filled with joy, and her concern for her fellow disciples was unmistakable.
This girl is proficient in magic weapons and has already refined a fourth-grade golden tripod at a young age. She was accepted as a closed disciple by Master Fen Hui, and her golden fingers were so thick that it made Zhao Yisu cry!
Duanyang's face also showed relief: "As long as everything is fine."
Next to him was Wang Polu, who was tall and strong. He was born with strong meridians and immense strength. He was also a well-known talented disciple in his sect.
He came over in a few steps and easily pushed aside the slender Duanyang and Chunxia: "Junior Sister Zhao, you are the first second-grade monk to survive being struck by lightning! Please tell me about being struck by lightning. How does it feel to be hacked!"
Zhao Yisu: "..." Get out of here.
Chunxia was so angry that she jumped up on the spot, bumped into Wang Polu hard, and tried to push him away, but she hit the door panel, causing her to squat on her butt.
He could only yell in anger: "You are a simple-minded fellow with strong limbs. If you can't speak, don't speak!"
Wang Polu's big eyes revealed clear stupidity: "Why can't I speak?"
Chun Xia: "Senior Sister Zhao has just been seriously injured. Why don't you open the pot and pick up the pot? You..."
"Stop arguing."
Duanyang stepped forward again. He was handsome and upright, a humble gentleman. Although he was only a second-grade man, he had excellent swordsmanship and never bullied others. He had a certain reputation among low-level monks.
"Junior Sister Zhao has just woken up and needs to be nursed back to health. In Chunxia, you go get the medicine. Wang Polu, please tell Uncle Junior and the others the news."
He stabilized the situation with a few words, finally allowing Zhao Yisu's ears to be quiet for a moment.
Zhao Yisu returned to his senses, and his first reaction was to look diagonally upward again——
The overhead system panel is gone.
This is a system task...have you passed it?
She was not beaten back to five years ago, when she started working hard as a junior disciple who had just entered the sect...
The light curtain that originally belonged to the system in the body turned gray at this moment, and was obviously in a state that could not be activated.
Does this mean that I will no longer be tortured by the damn system tasks? ?
Zhao Yisu did not dare to get too excited and calmed down her mood. Her lips trembled slightly and she asked: "Senior brother, who will win the sect competition?"
Duanyang showed admiration and said: "Of course you win. Even if there is no thunder disaster, I will admit defeat in this game."
For the sake of a mere competition, Zhao Yisu actually cast a spell to explode himself. This kind of courage (feng) and power (kuang) made Duanyang feel defeated.
What he didn't say was that when the thunder tribulation came, everyone rushed to take refuge. Only Zhao Yisu dared to go straight towards the thunder tribulation against the sky!
Although they don't know what happened under the thunder, Zhao Yisu's murderous aura in red clothes has been deeply imprinted in the hearts of the Fuxi Mountain disciples.
Those who practice Taoism are going against nature.
People always say that you have to overcome your inner fears before you can move forward on the long road of cultivation.
But when the thunder tribulation comes, how many can really do it?
Not to mention flying straight towards the thunder tribulation, I didn't even have the courage to raise my head and look directly at the thunder tribulation!
And Zhao Yisu not only did it, but he also managed to survive the thunderstorm.
Call her reckless or call her lucky, after this battle, who in Fuxi Mountain would dare to look down on Zhao Yisu? !
How did he know that Zhao Yisu was arrested by the overhaul for swearing...
Duanyang suppressed the excitement in his heart and looked at Zhao Yisu again: "Junior Sister Zhao, do you want to practice sword practice?"
Zhao Yisu: "?"
There was no time to react to this sudden change of topic.
Duanyang: "I think you react very quickly and have a strong will. If you can concentrate on practicing swordsmanship, you might be able to practice your sword intent..."
Zhao Yisu's old face turned red.
The extremely quick reaction was just Duanyang's trick that she had rehearsed countless times in her mind.
"I'm not interested in practicing swordsmanship." After Zhao Yisu finished speaking, before Duanyang could speak, he asked again: "How long have I been unconscious?"
Duanyang replied: "Three days."
Zhao Yisu felt that he had not been talking to that man for long, but it had already been three days.
She asked again: "How is that great monk who overcame the tribulation doing now?"
Duanyang: "It's a pity that this unknown senior failed to escape the tribulation, and his whereabouts are unknown since then..."
Duanyang's face is full of longing.
A ninth-grade monk is already the highest level of monks in the world.
As long as you successfully overcome the tribulation, you will immediately ascend to the immortal class.
You must know that the continent is now lacking in spiritual energy, and monks who can cultivate to the ninth level have not heard of it for countless thousands of years.
As far as Duanyang knew, most of the heads of various sects were in the seventh rank. The master of Fuxi Mountain, Chengde Zhenren, was in the eighth rank, which was still one notch away from the ninth rank.
Zhao Yisu: "You said he has no name and the leader doesn't know him? Could he be a casual cultivator?"
Speaking of this, Duanyang also looked incredulous: "Yes. The sudden appearance of such a powerful loose cultivator on the mainland has caused an uproar. Recently, other sects and Sanxian Island have sent people to Fuxi Mountain, waiting for you to wake up. Questioning."
Zhao Yisu was shocked.
I was lucky enough to survive the thunder, so I had to be questioned.
She was not afraid to ask, but she was afraid that one of the elders would suddenly ask her to check her physical condition. If there was something wrong with her fortune chart, she would have to think of an explanation in advance.
That man kept saying "I am" and behaved arrogantly and strangely. I'm afraid he was not a good person.
Moreover, the fate of such a powerful ninth-grade great monk is tied to the body of a second-grade useless person. If someone with an intention finds out, it is not impossible to kill her...
Zhao Yisu felt a headache. He finally solved the cycle mission, but he fell into a more difficult situation again.
I am so unlucky that I have not been able to get even the most basic freedom after coming to this place for a hundred years.
Just as he was thinking about it, there was another movement outside.
Two immortal elders came in side by side.
Chun Xia, who was following behind, had put away her usual cuteness, leaving only a respectful expression on her face.
Duanyang also avoided them with some fear and saluted the two elders: "I have seen Master Fenhui and Master Tingxi."
