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Although he was the only professor in the whole academy who did not need to serve as a security law enforcement officer, today was the Merry Dao Day, and he really had no intention of writing a book to study, so he came to the sky above the valley to supervise the battle to prevent the lives of the Merry Dao disciples from being in danger.

Luo Yun stared at the corner of his eyes, and looked at the night sky with an angry face:

"This old fellow!"

……

Shi Yun was immediately sent to the Medicine Pavilion.

Judging from Shi Yun's injury, it is impossible for him to recover his combat effectiveness in the short term, that is to say, the remaining eighty-four seventh-order disciples of the academy will have byes in this round, and the victory or defeat will be tied, and the points will be added according to his average score.

And Shi Yun's points stop there.

Return to the Valley of the Wind.

On the conference floor, the disciples of the Merry Dao were furious and angry.

Zhong Zhide suppressed his surprising anger, and his face was as harsh as falling into an ice cellar.

This person has a long beard and a slightly chubby complexion, and wears the same blue robe, he is the leading teacher (assistant teacher) of Qianjin Dao, and Zhong Zhide is also an old opponent of the Kaiyuan Tribulation Realm - Jia Renwu:

"Senior Brother Zhong, I remember that you Merry Dao are not eighty-two disciples? Why didn't another disciple come out to fight? ”

Zhong Zhide's face turned pale, he didn't even look at Jia Renwu, and said in a cold voice:

"This son is still recuperating from his injuries, what does it have to do with you?"

Jia Renwu stroked his beard and smiled, and subconsciously raised his voice:

"Why did I hear that this disciple surnamed Song had already been discharged from the hospital, and there were still people in the valley in the morning who saw him jumping around, talking and laughing? And I've heard a little about the reason for this disciple's injury......"

Zhong Zhide's face turned pale, and he took a long breath to recover the slightest ruddy:

"Only animals have such well-informed ears as you, the assistant of the hall - the chair, if you do not do your assistant - the work, what do you care about the disciples of his profession?"

Zhong Zhide deliberately lengthened the word assistant, because although he was also in the Kaiyuan Tribulation Realm, Zhong Zhide served as the coach of the Merry Channel, while Jia Renwu, who had more real combat effectiveness, could only be relegated to the position of "assistant teacher", after all, the talents of the Qianjin Dao were different from the talents of the Merry Dao, and it was only possible to become an assistant professor by going through the back door.

Jia Renwu was not angry, but stroked his beard and smiled:

"Oh, I understand, after the woman of the Merry Channel ran out, the shrinking turtle has become a consistent tradition of your Merry Path men, even you, the teacher, are afraid that the student will embarrass you, in order to apply for an exemption certificate, you actually thought of injuring the student, you are not the Merry Channel, you are the Green Turtle Road, Senior Brother Zhong!"

The Qianjin Dao disciple burst into laughter.

Zhong Zhide's face was gloomy and silent; Qi Yu, who was watching the battle from a distance, frowned slightly at the moment; Elder Luo Yun, who supervised the battle in a high position, had a high-minded attitude of watching the show.

A voice broke the strange atmosphere:

"Elder, please start the next game."

Everyone's eyes brushed away in unison.

A female disciple of the Merry Path with a cold face walked towards the center of the venue at this moment.

It was Ye Lan.

The race began.

Probably because of Shi Yun's serious injury, which increased Ye Lan's anger value, in the next thirty-three games, facing a total of thirty-three eighth-order disciples from the nine realms of the academy, Ye Lan finally knocked out his opponent sixteen times, won seventeen counts, and made the headlines of major newspapers the next day in one fell swoop with a record of all victories.

His royal status was also exposed.

There was an uproar in the media.

Such a result means that in the remaining nine games, as long as Ye Lan plays normally, she will definitely advance to the finals, even if she loses all nine games, with a record of 33 wins and 9 losses, plus the points bonus of the wind channel, Ye Lan will also enter the finals.

Zhong Zhide, who had been nervous and silent, swung out an angry fist at this moment, relying on Ye Lan's magical performance, he was already destined to raise his eyebrows and exhale once.

Elder Luo Yun's old face showed a rare excitement, and he saw him say to Qi Yu on the side:

"I didn't expect the princess to have such a talent, it seems that she is destined to be the one who holds the sword hall......"

Qi Yu smiled:

"Master, we also accept women?"

Luo Yun groaned:

"There are only geniuses and mediocre talents in this world, and there is no distinction between men and women, considering the ambiguous relationship between Senior Brother Dean and Xuan Yue, we have to recruit more geniuses in the Sword Hall to strengthen our right to speak."

……

Song Ming slept in the bamboo forest until the next morning, and when he returned to the valley, he saw that the assembly had gone to Taikong.

When I returned to the 421 dormitory, I heard Song Dabao and the others talk about Shi Jin and Ye Lan.

He didn't care about Ye Lan's affairs, nor did he embark on an away trip with Song Dabao and the others, but climbed into the plane alone and went straight to the Medical Pavilion.

Medicine Pavilion.

The door of the ward creaked open, Shi Yun sat on the bed, his whole body was bandaged, his eyes moved from the TV to Song Ming's body, his eyes were extremely sad, mixed with the loneliness after the death, but he was still strong and quipped:

"Little junior brother, you are the last one to come to see me, why don't you even mention a fruit basket!"

Song Ming had too many sorry things to say, but when the words came to his mouth, he choked back again, his face changed, and he smiled:

"How do you eat fruit like this?"

"Of course, the senior sisters are here to feed!"

Song Ming smiled faintly, learning Shi Yun's words before:

"You're double happy, senior brother! Congratulations, congratulations. ”

"Where's double happiness?"

"First, Ye Lan's girl stole your headlines, so that your tragedy at least doesn't have to be known to the whole solar system; Second, you are accompanied by all your senior sisters every day, and you are living a fairy-like life, and I can't ask for it. ”

Shi Yun's eyes gradually turned red, and tears couldn't stop pouring down:

"Do you know that my tendons and tendons are broken, and I can't get out of bed for three years after surgery, and I can't practice for ten years."

Song Ming was not affected by Shi Yun's emotions, and continued to smile:

"Isn't that good, at least you've avoided the teacher's confinement punishment."

Shi Yun shook his head in pain:

"Senior brother, you are really optimistic! It's just that the one who suffers is me, how can you understand it? ”

Song Ming was silent for a long time, lingered in front of the window and stopped, looking at the gorgeous spring scene outside the medicine pavilion in a daze:

"yes...... It's not my forte to experience pain, it's my forte to make others feel the same pain. ”

"What did you say?"

"Drizzle, you can recuperate in peace, I will come to see you again."

"You're not going to do anything impulsive, are you?"

"Is it swollen?"

Songming grimaced and closed the door.

……

For the next eight days, Songming's heart was like water, and he quietly practiced the nine styles in the bamboo forest, although it didn't have much effect, but at least it could curb his urge to run to the K-people.

This impulse is something he is born with, and it can only be temporarily contained, not completely erased.

-- because he had very few friends.

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Teaser: Chapter 0090, the hero is always the last to appear