Chapter 939: Admitting defeat

"That boy Hansha has become stronger and stronger recently." Feng Boliang looked at the battle on the stage and smiled and commented casually.

"He is a celebrity around the Nine Venerables. Isn't it strong to provide a lot of resources?" Feng Qiwu, who was standing beside him, said in a depressed manner, with not much turbulence in his eyes.

Feng Junye rubbed his hair with a funny look: "Xiao Wu, don't be so sour. You will definitely be the one who is the main person in the future. Speaking of which, when did you break through to the Tongtian Realm quietly? Why don't you even know me?"

Feng Qiwu did not answer again, but silently approached Feng Boliang, as if he was afraid that he would be taken away from his priority. Seeing this, Feng Junye stopped talking. He knew that this younger brother had a very awkward personality. He had always been close to Feng Boliang inside and outside the hall.

"Sister Bo Liang, will Ye Shuo win?" At this time, Feng Juntong suddenly spoke quietly. She is a must-see in every game of Ye Shuo, and will definitely choose the best viewing position. Such concerns are really inconsistent with her cold and cold personality.

"This..." Feng Boliang looked at the clear battle situation on the stage and smiled stiffly, "It shouldn't be." As she said that, she turned her gaze worriedly, "Xiaotong, what's wrong with you?"

Feng Juntong is different from her twin brother Feng Junye. She has a very cold personality and always has an alienated attitude towards people and things around her. From childhood to adulthood, she seems to have never seen her have any other hobbies or anything she cares about except for her cultivation.

She never plays with everyone, and even rarely speaks a few words. After a long time, others have gotten used to it. After all, everyone can't force everyone to be as good as Feng Boliang.

But even after the group battle, she suddenly became abnormal and would talk about Ye Shuo from time to time, and this time she went directly to help him train, which really surprised a group of people who knew her.

Have you fallen in love with Ye Shuo? A group of young masters and ladies in Jiuyou Palace looked around, but they didn't think that under Ye Shuo's conditions, there would be the capital to make others fall in love with him at first sight. Could it be that they really have their own eyes? Xiaotong has a unique vision, but she likes this type?

"I always feel that he is very familiar with him." Feng Juntong murmured to herself. She didn't know what was wrong with her, but every time she saw Ye Shuo, she felt intimate, as if part of the soul in her body was connected to him.

She always couldn't help but want to approach him and care about him. For him, she even disrupted her daily practice plan. Is this unprecedented feeling really "like"? But she always feels that something is wrong...

Even though I have pupils that can see through the falsehood, I can't see through him or myself. So, is this "real eye" unique trick even if it is broken by someone-?

The battle with Mu Hansha ended with Ye Shuo's defeat.

When it came to the battle with Yan Shilin, Ye Shuo's condition was completely: "Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing here?"

...

As the first person to fight with two geniuses at the same time, the most concerned issue for most people: which one is Mo Gucheng or Yan Shilin is stronger? Ye Shuo can't say that.

It is hard to say which one is stronger, because these two people are much stronger than him. Just like a person who has just entered the kindergarten department, holding two high school mathematics competition questions to him, so that he can judge which one is more difficult, what can he say?

In this final, Ye Shuo could really be called "losing so much that he didn't even know his family". Compared with others, he had no strength to enter the finals at all, which further confirmed his doubts about gaining money to advance.

Many people have even begun to be grateful that they did not make it to the finals. If they had really advanced and were not in the limelight in front of everyone, I am afraid that the contrary would be the one who had been completely abused.

However, what made Ye Shuo feel even more disgusted than the defeat in the final was his second consciousness.

In these games, he once tried to use his self to sleep, but except for the first game, where Mo Gucheng was directly shattered the consciousness space, the second consciousness did not respond to him in the other games.

Didn’t I mean to leave myself to sleep and serve as a killer weapon? Didn’t I mean to use it when I have no choice but to get unparalleled powerful power? Liar! Liar!

So far, this second consciousness always appears irregularly. He gives it when he wants to give it strength. When he doesn't want to give it, no matter how he calls him, he disappears without a trace.

Although he has saved himself many times at the critical moment of life and death, Ye Shuo always feels strange. In those battles, he wins whenever he wants to win, and loses whenever he wants to lose. He is like a marionette who is pulled in his hand.

He really wants to become stronger as soon as possible and get out of this situation where he can mercy. He wants to truly live out himself!

...

The next day, the challenge position was transferred from Ye Shuo to Feng Qiwu No. 2.

The first game to be held is him and No. 3 Feng Boliang.

These two are both the most favored young masters and ladies in Jiuyou Palace today, and their strength has also reached the realm of heaven. It can be said that it is very worth looking forward to.

After Ye Shuo was beaten nine times, everyone was eager to see a match that was evenly matched. At least, you can't end it at the beginning, right? This gap in strength seems to be teasing me?

Feng Qiwu walked up to the ring step by step, holding his hourglass in his hand. On the other side, Feng Boliang changed into a refreshing look and walked up briskly.

The two of them met from afar, and the cheers from the audience rose and rose.

Feng Qiwu slowly lifted the hourglass in response to everyone's expectations, but there was no fluctuation of spiritual power around him.

Next, he said a few words gently.

"I, admit defeat."

When the words were expressed, the audience was silent for a moment, and an uproar suddenly became a sound.

He actually gave up directly in the final arena? What did he think?

"Hey, don't be cowardly!" Sikong Sheng, who was full of expectations for the game, immediately shouted anxiously, "Go to fight first!"

"Shut up." Feng Qiwu glanced at him, his eyes were drowned and his tone was so cold that he was so scared that Sikong Sheng was silent on the spot.

No longer paying attention to the heated discussion outside the venue, he looked at Feng Boliang again. This time he spoke again, no longer the choking smell of smoke everywhere, but seemed to have a little more smile.

"Sister Bo Liang, you often train with me. You know the best how much I have. It's better to save time and treat me to a good meal."

...

Feng Qiwu, the young master of the Tian family, lived in exclusion and oppression for a long time like many children from illegitimate children.

Children in Jiuyou Palace will be tested for talent one by one when they are born. The stronger the talent, the more focused they will be cultivated and sufficient resources. Those who are weaker or even without talent will enter a "free-range" state. To put it bluntly, they are allowed to die for themselves.

In this kind of environment where the strong prey on the weak, some children will rely on their talent and have status in the palace to bully other children wantonly. And those who are not valued, even if they are bullied until death, no one will pay attention to them.

As long as their death can achieve those geniuses, they will not be willing to die.

Just like the secular way, the method of cultivating insects. Put various poisonous insects with strong toxicity in an airtight container and let them fight each other. The last one left is called "Gu", and its toxicity will be the most powerful.

The path of the strong is to step on other people's corpses. Before these children can make their way outside, those brothers and sisters of the same age are naturally the best choice for them to test the sword.

From this we can see that the young master and lady in Jiuyou Palace are far less glorious than the outside world imagined.

It is worth mentioning here that the way Tianxiao Pavilion cultivates its descendants is somewhat similar to Jiuyou Palace. However, their approach is more "humane" to outsiders.

The children of Tianxiao Pavilion will be organized regularly to conduct strength tests. If they reach a certain age and their strength is still significantly behind, then these people will be assigned various positions and work in different positions to build Tianxiao Pavilion.

Only those with talent can continue to practice. Useless people do not have to waste resources in the pavilion. The situation here is so realistic.

And those young people assigned to positions soon took up a lot of time by work. This is destined that their future practice will almost never exceed those geniuses of the same period.

Unlike Jiuyou Palace, even if everyone in Jiuyou Palace thinks you are a waste at the beginning, as long as you get the opportunity and successfully counterattack, you can still get the same treatment as others. But it is precisely the Tianxiao Pavilion's labor system that consumes the disciples' time in tedious work, completely killing their possibility of "changing their destiny."

Both have their own advantages and disadvantages. If one person rashly makes a choice, it is difficult to tell which side he is willing to choose.

Therefore, these prides of heaven who were envied by countless people and called them "directly born at the end" were not born well. Others only saw the very few who stood at the top of the pyramid, but no one knew the majority who fell. And even these winners who stood out had experienced very cruel competition.

In life, where is there a real shortcut?

...

Every early month, the children of Jiuyou Palace can receive cultivation resources free of charge, but the amount of resources must naturally be allocated according to their strength. Such supply is also called "monthly order".

In the hall, Feng Qiwu, who is still a child, has just received his monthly routine. With his strength that has just broken through to the Qi-gathering level and has been abandoned by the senior management early on, the resources he can receive every month are almost not enough to get between his teeth.

Because of weak strength, there are fewer resources that can be obtained; because of fewer resources, it is difficult to improve cultivation, and the strength is even weaker. This is like a vicious cycle.

But in every corner of the world, there are also a lot of vicious cycles. Therefore, the rich become richer and the poor become poorer. All walks of life, famous ones are able to earn money and silver, while those who are unknown can only struggle to survive on the line of food and clothing.

Just like now, even if his monthly period is very few, he is still forcibly seized by talented children. Every month, he does not have the opportunity to fully enjoy resources. Although he has habitually avoided others, those people will still catch him from the corner again and again, and then rub his fists like he sees a fat sheep, showing a grim smile on his face.

Perhaps because of the different treatment he received since childhood and the situation of being "three points short of people" that Feng Qiwu's personality has become very gloomy. If it is not necessary, he would not want to speak at all. This, even if he finally succeeded in the future, it would never change.

At this moment, he held the resource bag in his hand and moved in the corridor step by step. He could hear the comments of several older children in his ears.

"The monthly rate this month has become less, and it won't last a few days!"

"There is no way. Who makes us weak? All the good resources are taken up by others."

The two complained all the way until they accidentally saw Feng Qiwu, and a greedy light suddenly flashed in their eyes.

"Isn't this Qiwu brother?" A child smiled thornyly and slapped him on the head, "How many months have you received?"

His companions also smiled and pushed hard at his head, "Seeing that we always hide, brothers don't ask you, don't you know how to be more filial to me?"

In Jiuyou Palace, there is another way to gain resources, which is to curry favor with children with good treatment. If they make them happy, maybe they will give you some cultivation resources at will.

However, compared to being a dog, more people like it to directly rob those weak children. Although they don’t have many monthly periods, as long as they rob a few more, they will accumulate a lot of them!

Feng Qiwu was teased by the two of them for a long time, but finally spoke with a cold face.

"I'm afraid of being a strong man. What's so rare about this? If you have the guts, you can form a group to beat those young masters and ladies. It's enough for you to eat once."

The child opposite didn't expect that he would dare to talk back, and he pushed him hard on the head again: "Hey, why are we bullying you? It's a waste to take the resources to you. You were tested by the Dragon Prison and were not close to all the elements, which means you are just a waste! No wonder you have been practicing for so many years."

Feng Qiwu clenched her fists secretly. In his heart, there was also a fire of anger burning.

Everyone has the same origin, why should I be bullied by you all the time?

Since your nature is to bully the weak and fear the strong, the more soft others are, the more you become, then from today on, I will never be a weak person at the mercy of others!

The spiritual power in his body surged, and Feng Qiwu rushed out and attacked the two of them.

"Hey, this kid wants to beat us up!" The two children opposite him seemed to have seen something strange, laughing together, and then waved their fists without fear.

On the way back to the room, you need to pass a long corridor. Next to this corridor, there is a huge poison pool called "Wan Poison Pond". These children also know that the pool is very poisonous and always walk around.

This time, perhaps because of the negligence during the fight, the three of them had reached the edge of Wandu Pond Pond before they knew it. After the two children took action together, Feng Qiwu was already single and weak, and when he slipped under his feet, he fell into Wandu Pond Pond Pond Pond with a "thump"!

"He's dead?" Looking at the rolling pool water below, one of the children seemed to be startled. He carefully poked his head out and looked into the pool.

"That's the Ten Thousand Poison Pond Poison Pond! The poison is very fierce. I heard that several venerables sometimes practice in the pool, but even they dare not stay for too long!" After a moment of finding nothing, the child couldn't help but turn his head and confirm to his companions around him.

"If you die, you will die," the companion waved his hand angrily, "What can the Lord of the Palace do to us if a boy without power?"

At this time, the child had also laughed.

"You still think I'm worried about him? Don't you think, if he dies, where can I find someone so easy to bully in the future?"

This seemed to have hit the other child's voice. Then, the two ignored it again and left with laughter.

On the surface of the poisonous pond, a few bubbles appeared, like a fierce poisonous dragon, savoring the food they had just swallowed.
Chapter completed!