Teacher's life is hard to violate

When he got back to the residence, Feng Shuyu looked down and saw that the child had passed out, so he stuffed another pill into the child's mouth and threw him to the servant.

"Look at him, don't let him die." After speaking, he flew to the direction of the field.

The servant looked dumbly at the weak breathing creature in his arms, like a little chicken. He had a new understanding of the master's cruelty. He never thought that the master would not spare such a small child.

With a chill all over his body, the servant vowed that he would never disobey any order of his master in his life!

Feng Shuyu, who was inexplicably blamed, returned to the high platform and was watched by everyone present. After accepting apprentices, the next step was his own competition.

At the same time, Cheng Ran was also receiving everyone's fiery gaze. This time is different from the past, since Feng Shuyu has a clear mind, only the outstanding fighters from the sect can fight in order to not humiliate Feng Shuyu's identity.

Seeing Feng Shuyu's eyes also resting on him, Taiyi sighed involuntarily: "Oh, Cheng Ran is also one of the three generations of disciples, so it's really too much for you."

"No." Feng Shuyu smiled, not paying attention to Cheng Ran at all: "Although I am also in the late stage of heartbeat, the difference is too big."

He has lived for so long, even if he is two levels lower than the opponent, he can still win. The difference in experience is not comparable to that of a brat.

Tai Yi opened his mouth, as if a little surprised, he was stunned for a while and finally relieved, obviously he had forgotten that the other party was no longer that fool who couldn't do anything even if he had cultivation.

Su Fang clenched his fists tightly. He has always liked Senior Brother Cheng Ran, and even clearly expressed the meaning of dual cultivation. Seeing the person he admired in his heart being humiliated in this way, he immediately said angrily: "Since Uncle Feng also wants to participate in the inner disciple competition , how about comparing with me first, even if I am undefeated, how can I compare with Senior Brother Cheng Ran?"

Su Fang's cultivation was second only to Cheng Ran's. In previous matches, Feng Shuyu would directly fight against the winning Cheng Ran, and then he was always instantly killed by the opponent.

There was a moment of silence at the scene, and then it boiled up, looking like watching a good show, you must know that the days of cultivation are always very boring.

Feeling the atmosphere behind him, Su Fang became even more arrogant.

Feng Shuyu was a little curious, why a person with a fair appearance could have such a wretched temperament, which made people feel a little disgusted.

Su Fang looked at the place in silence, and pointed out his middle finger in a vicious way: "Why, aren't you stupid? I'm afraid of losing to my nephew."

Feng Shuyu is the uncle, Su Fang is the nephew, and Dao Sheng's nephew is also right.

The gray waist-length hair drew sharp arcs in the air, and the gray pupils were cold, like a god, instantly appeared in the center of the square platform, and four icicles fell from the sky, firmly inserted in the four corners, making a booming sound , deafening.

The square platform swayed like an earthquake. This sudden situation not only made Su Fang's face change from fright, but also the disciples who were a little closer turned pale.

"Nephew? I don't remember anyone in my clan living besides me, or... you want to become one of them."

A sword that seemed to be shining with a faint blue light condensed into a solid body in Feng Shuyu's hands, and the jingling sound was like the joy of death from the depths of hell.

Bingyi Sword!

While being afraid, Su Fang showed a greedy look in his eyes. It is also a mutated ice spirit root. He has long missed this sword. He had already taken it as his own.

"What's the point of just competing, why don't we take a gamble." Su Fang licked his lips, as if he didn't see the expression of disapproval from Su Yuanming on the high platform.

Feng Shuyu also seemed to be interested: "What are you betting on?"

"Bet on the sword in your hand."

"Okay." Feng Shuyu answered readily.

"If you lose, what can you give me?"

"If I lose, I will return you the spirit stone I lent you before." Su Fang replied with some disdain, he didn't think he would lose.

Thinking about it, although this idiot has a high level of cultivation, it is impossible for him to comprehend it when he just wakes up. Besides, he has many magic weapons to save his life, which is enough.

Two people answer one-on-one, which determines the chips of the game.

Tai Yi coughed lightly, and used his hands to hide the smile that was about to rise. To be honest, he shouldn't be biased, but he has seen what Su Fang has done all these years, because there are law enforcement elders around, he can't go beyond the discipline Well, it's good to let Su Fang suffer.

Not to mention too easy, now Su Yuanming's face is completely black, the other party's performance in the lobby a few days ago has given him a deep understanding of what is called the most suitable heavenly spirit body for cultivation, Su Fang is his grandson, Su Fang lost him Where to put this old face.

After finishing his conditions, Su Fang took a step back in a good mood: "Then, Master Feng, please."

As he said that, without waiting for Feng Shuyu's reaction, he directly used the Magic Ice Jue. This is a low-level spell, mainly used to disturb the enemy's thoughts. A rookie who has just entered the real world or a person with a weak mind can easily be confused.

Feng Shuyu sneered, feeling a bit murderous towards Su Fang, if this person dared to say that his robbery was a loan, let him pay back all the loan.

If Su Fang knew that he would lose his savings over the years in this game, he would feel his guts turning green with regret. You must know that he has saved all these spirit stones for next year's auction.

Ice element versus ice element, everyone's eyes were wide open, they all knew the ability of senior brother Su Fang, and against this sober and foolish senior uncle, this match would be very interesting.

Although everyone was somewhat dissatisfied with the arrogant and domineering senior brother, no one thought that Feng Shuyu would win.

Heavenly spirit body, mutated ice-type heavenly spirit root, these characteristics add up to a genius among geniuses, but it's a pity that these qualities become ridiculous when they appear on a fool.

Thinking back, how can a fool who just woke up compare to Su Fang who has been practicing for many years.

Su Fan looked at Feng Shuyu who was motionless under his own kung fu with sneer, what about the sky spirit body, no matter how capable he was, he didn't believe how powerful the other party could become overnight.

"Where are you looking?"

It was so cold that even his breathing turned into ice slag, Su Fang turned his head stiffly, only to see a jade-like face, hazy in the mist.

How did he appear here!

Su Fang hurriedly looked to the place where he had been looking so proudly, there was no figure of Feng Shuyu's back at all.

Su Yuanming looked at his grandson's stunned face, and couldn't help feeling a little bloody. A senior who met a late-stage heartbeat during the fusion period, isn't this courting death?

As Su Yuanming thought about it, he suddenly looked into the eyes of the person on the stage, as if he had been drenched in icy rain for a moment.

Feng Shuyu must not be allowed to stay.

Thinking of what the demon cultivator said to him last night, Su Yuanming's killing intent buried in his heart welled up. It turned out that the bead was in Feng Shuyu's hands, and he lied to everyone that day.

Su Yuanming didn't let anyone know about the killing intent in his heart, it was a joke, how could he tell others that if he killed Feng Shuyu, the beads would be his own.

Feng Shuyu shot Su Fang mercilessly. He had offended the two men from the very beginning. He didn't want to kill Su Fang just because he didn't want to cause trouble, but it didn't mean he could endure it.

Feng Shuyu's ruthlessness reminded Su Fang of the wounds all over his body being scratched by the other party, and his eyes widened for a moment.

"Why, you thought I was hurt because I was too careless at that time."

Feng Shuyu smiled and said, in Su Fang's eyes, it became more and more hateful.

"Go away, I'm not interested in weak people."

After saying these words plainly, the coercion on Feng Shuyu's body instantly increased, and his bony fingers drew an elegant arc with a strange rhythm, which was slow but indescribably dangerous.

"Wan Bingjue!"

Su Fang looked up at the dense ice cones and screamed, that was an intermediate skill.

Thousands of ice cones rushed down with the momentum of thunder, Su Fang rolled his eyes and passed out directly.

There is only one word difference between Wan Bing Jue and Huan Bing Jue, but the difference in power is thousands of miles. Huan Bing Jue is a primary spell learned by Mutated Ice Spiritual Root, and Wan Bing Jue is considered a top-grade spell among intermediate skills.

After Su Fang passed out, there was an uproar, even the elders on the high platform opened their mouths wide, and Su Yuanming's face was completely black.

"This...Senior Brother Su Fang was stunned by the Huan Bing Jue?"

I don't know who said this sentence first, everyone's eyes were a little inconceivable in an instant, Senior Brother Su Fang, who was arrogant all day long, just lost like this!

Feng Shuyu's eyes were calm, he didn't look like someone who won the game at all, if Su Fang saw this look, he would probably die of anger.

People who win over themselves don't take themselves seriously at all.

"You won." Cheng Ran's complexion was a bit complicated, he could hardly remember the fool he had always despised in the past few days.

"Wan Bingjue he just said?"

Everyone could clearly see that Feng Shuyu used the Ice Jue, why did Su Fang scream and say it was the Ice Jue.

"You should go back and learn the basics again." When walking past Cheng Ran, Feng Shuyu didn't intend to speak at first, but was stopped by the other party, so he stopped.

"Learning the basic skills of each spiritual root is something that every disciple should master."

Hearing this, even Cheng Ran couldn't help but blush a little. Every disciple must learn the characteristics of each spiritual root, this is to know oneself and the enemy and win every battle.

The Magic Ice Jue is the basic skill of the Ice Spiritual Root. It mainly disturbs the mind, and it is not impossible for the opponent to be insane.

"Next, I really want to fight you seriously." Cheng Ran muttered to himself.

Even so, Su Fang is also a rare talent, to be defeated by the Magic Ice Jue is enough to show that the person who performed the kung fu is incredible.

Feng Shuyu didn't linger when he heard this sentence. He never wanted to put any thought on extra people.

This style made Cheng Ran squint his eyes, and the arrogance in his heart had the illusion of being damaged.

"I hope our battle is more exciting than Su Fang's." Cheng Ran's voice raised a little, with a fighting spirit, which seemed to outsiders not like a target, but more like a surprise to find an opponent.

Cheng Ran's voice successfully made Feng Shuyu turn around, with a mocking smile on his lips.

"Maybe you can let me look forward to it too."

The author has something to say: Happy New Year’s Day for three days, everyone*^_^*