"Young Master."
After a moment, he spoke again and said quietly: "Do you remember how long we have known each other?"
this problem.
It was Yang Yi who asked him before, but now he asked Yang Yi in turn.
The one who was silent this time was Yang Yi.
He and the old man surnamed Qi met in the Immortal Palace and were together in the Heavenly Palace. How could he remember them so clearly?
"That……"
The old man surnamed Qi changed the topic and said, "Young Master, do you remember how we met?"
"..."
Yang Yi was silent for a moment, nodded slightly and said, "Of course I remember."
Memories fly.
Spanning endless time, I instantly returned to that scene back then.
…
In the No. A Xianyu Courtyard.
A young man with an average temperament and average appearance staggered slowly towards his cave, dragging his seriously injured body.
"Eh? Isn't that trash Yang Yi?"
"Is he going to challenge the official students again?"
"How many times has this happened?"
"Who knows?"
"Tsk tsk, he was seriously injured this time. I'm afraid he will be kicked out of the Immortal Oracle Academy soon."
"Who can you blame?"
A student on the ground list sneered: "It's just a temporary student who came in through the back door. It's just a dream to dream of becoming a formal student!"
"That's wrong."
Another student shook his head and smiled: "Although it is extremely rare for a temporary student to defeat a regular student, it is not unheard of. It's just this waste Yang Yi... Haha, there is absolutely no chance!"
"that is!"
"The qualifications are so poor, the combat power is so low, and he is still a casual cultivator. I heard that he still got in because of the age threshold!"
"Isn't that a fish that slipped through the net?"
"Who says it's not the case? If the Immortal Oracle Academy recruits students for another half a year, what will happen to him? I wonder when our Immortal Oracle Academy was so short of money that we recruited him?"
"Perhaps the master of the hospital has ulterior motives!"
"Yes, if there is no trash like him, how can we bring out the excellence of the top three talents?"
"That makes sense!"
"This Yang Yi is the favorite of our Class A Immortal Academy!"
"..."
The sarcasm was endless.
The young man Yang Yi seemed unaware and still moved his steps with difficulty.
In the Immortal Palace.
He is a different kind.
He has no father or mother, no relatives, no relatives, he is alone, and he has no special physique or bloodline. He has mediocre qualifications and is a casual cultivator. Along the way, he has just had to struggle all the way.
even.
This temporary student qualification was bought by chance, and he spent all his money to find someone to buy it.
Nature.
In this Immortal Academy where strength is respected, geniuses are everywhere, cold and unkind, I have been looked down upon and humiliated. Not only the formal students, but also the temporary students, I am a laughing stock.
Chapter completed!