Chapter 366:

When Bai Huahua woke up, he was already on a bed, and he felt that his body was about to fall apart, and only his eyes could move.

"Did I win?"

Bai Huahua had a headache, and he could only remember that he had an epiphany at the end of the "Robbery Mountains and Rivers Seal" usage, but the actions after that were almost subconscious, Du Jiao......

He thought of the half-human, half-worm monster, and his heart still admired more than disgusted—he could be sure that the other party was a 100% Terran monk, how much pain did he have to bear to cultivate himself into such a form? That kind of numbness to pain made Bai Huahua fearful, and if possible, Bai Huahua hoped that he would never encounter such an opponent again.

"Are you awake?"

The dazzling light came in through the crack in the door, and a gentle voice came into his ears, Bai Mu could tell that it was a middle-aged man's voice, and at the same time, a faint fragrance entered Bai Huahua's nostrils, as if his remaining five senses were instantly activated, making his sick body feel clear.

Ink scent.

The ink used by ordinary people is really not a "fragrant" word, and Bai Huahua, who does not know much about calligraphy and painting, has not been exposed to much, but at this time, it is very clear in my mind that this is the fragrance of ink. Just smelling the smell makes one imagine a heavy scroll, turning the pages in the sun......

"Did I win?" Bai Huahua's voice was hoarse, startling him, but the middle-aged man had a smile on his face.

"Win, win, win. ”

He raised his hand to summon a scroll, the white flowers on the scroll were about to crack, the huge mountain and river seals were waved by him with the momentum of striking iron, and some flying black fragments were Du Jiao's exoskeleton.

"Du Jiao's injury is not as serious as yours, I really don't know how that Gu cultivator usually abuses his apprentice......

The middle-aged man opened his mouth, and he wanted to add: In fact, Du Jiao even had the strength to fight again after that, but Bai Huahua slapped him in the gap between the martial arts platform and the enchantment three times in a row, so that Du Jiao was completely out, otherwise I was afraid that the chief of Dabi would still fall.

Bai Huahua breathed a sigh of relief, and after two minutes of silence, Bai Huahua asked slowly, "Are you ...... ...... on the gimbal"

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, then looked at the scroll in his hand, and laughed - he had made such an omission in his busy schedule. On the gimbal he was able to see not only the details of the game, but also any subtle sounds, while the monks in the audience could only watch the silent fight.

"That's right, my peers call me a scholar, if you don't dislike it, call me sir. ”

If it weren't for the encounter in the spiritual vein, Bai Huahua would really think that this middle-aged man was the gentleman of the private school in ancient times, which is why he thought he had crossed the ...... when he first saw each other

"What is Mr. not Mr., the bookcase ...... two feet" An old but neutral voice came, and then a white-haired head poked out from behind the scholar, it was Tang Chuyin, the old man of the Tang family who had almost worshiped Bai Huahua that day.

The scholar left a round elixir, and when the elixir appeared, the house was full of fragrance: "Take this elixir, so that you can recuperate your body, this is the depths of the spiritual vein, we will ensure your safety." The true veins are still a week away, and you'd better be back to your best before then. ”

The scholar paused and said, "Don't think that having a place to enter it means that everything is fine, then the danger is far greater than you imagined, and you may even suffer more serious injuries than you have now." ”

"But my task is to come out on top. Bai Huahua said seriously, "I should return to Jiangcheng after my injuries are healed." ”

The scholar and Tang Chuyin glanced at each other - it's really a long time to see each other! Being fought by the guys outside to the point of bleeding, and now the major families are still arguing about the fluctuation of the rankings to chatter, and the young man lying on the bed here almost used his life to fight for a chief position, but he wants to go back to that Jiangcheng.

"Do you really know what you've turned down? This is an opportunity that many monks don't have a chance to see the edge until they die, and you have it at your fingertips, but you tell us you're just here for the big competition?"

Bai Huahua asked seriously, "Can you replenish my power of calamity?"

The scholar was stunned, he didn't expect Bai Huahua to come out with these four words without shying away at all, he waved his hand into the house, as if he had driven something, and then replied seriously: "There is a thunder method that can be compared to the power of robbery, but there is no power of robbery......"

Just kidding! If there is the power of calamity in the spiritual vein, how can there be no immortals for ten thousand years? How many monks who are geniuses have died on the threshold of the Tribulation Realm, looking at the clear sky and longing to smash out a hole......

Bai Huahua looked at the scholar with a serious face: "Then why do I want to enter the real spiritual vein?"

The thunder method that can be compared to the power of the tribulation sounds like it can make the cultivation world outside a bloody storm and create a new heart family, but it is not attractive to Bai Huahua. The person who can trigger the power of robbery is in Jiangcheng, and he is a dead fat man who can't seem to pick his shoulders and can't lift his hands, and of course, there is also the picture of the patriarch hanging on the window of his house.

The scholar was about to close his eyes when he looked at Bai Huahua, but he could only throw out a surprise surprise: "We got another message from you." ”

Thunder flashed in the room.

......

Time rewinds to two weeks ago, when Bai Huahua finished a competition with Feng Jiashu, the young master of the Feng family, a strange thing happened at Kyoto University.

Two first-year graduate students are competing for a precious spot, and they have been preparing for this for almost a semester - Zhang Chu and Wang Bing. As the deadline approaches, the selection of this marathon is finally coming to an end, compared with the strength of the two students, Zhang Chu was finally crushed by Wang Bing in a high-pressure learning state, just like in the second half of the game from the competition of sprint power to the competition of endurance, Zhang Chu's kind of "repeatedly jumping on the edge of sudden death" learning mode made the selector shake his head again and again.

Such a result is cruel, but scientific research wants results, not processes.

But then the situation was reversed—first Zhang Chu suddenly seemed to be like the superstitious "enlightenment" of the old people, and then Wang Bing's brain suddenly became dull - as if there was a subtle shift in intelligence. When the selectors favored their decision in favor of Zhang Chu, this diligent and endowed concentrator who was highly expected by everyone was found hanging by hanging beam and committing suicide in the graduate student's single dormitory.

The incident was determined by the police to be a nervous breakdown caused by excessive stress, and everyone, even relatives and friends of the deceased, had no objection to the incident.

Except for one cat.