"It's a cruel method, but it's often very effective." Chu Min's expression was still. She ate very little, but she drank faster.

"Is this necessary?" Wen Yan couldn't help asking, asking Chu Min, and even asking these four people.

"It's just a Soul-Spot Conference, last year, this year, next year, and every year." Wen Yan said.

"Of course, the Soul Point Conference is not very important," said Xifan, "but we have our own reasons."

"You have decided too?" Chu Min looked at Xifan and simply became decisive as she was. She also made a final confirmation here with Xifan, which shows how cautious Xifan's choice needs to be.

"It's decided." Xi Fan nodded, and when he said this, he did not hesitate at all.

"Is that what it starts?" Chu Min asked.

"It starts like this." Xifan said.

"Very good!" Chu Min nodded.

Because Xifan made the right decision.

If he gives up, Chu Min won't say anything; if he chooses to improve his injury, Chu Min will reject him.

If you choose to wait until your injury is healed, it seems that there is a greater chance. However, the cultivation that Xifan has to face is a practice that will be put to death and then reborn. It cannot tolerate any retreat or a little luck mentality. When the injury improves, this is already a kind of concession. Even if you gain more time for cultivation under this emotion, it will not be of any help. This emotion itself is already a fatal injury. What Xifan wants to do is to break through the spirit and soul.

"Eat less." This is Chu Min's last advice to Xifan. As for Molin, she simply didn't ask anything. Molin was the best in the three.

So in the afternoon, two more practicing figures appeared in the woods.

Molin sat under a tree, and he did not keep moving like Su Tang, because what he wanted to penetrate was the soul of the Shu. At this time, he was biting a piece of grass root in his mouth, which was very bitter, but Molin seemed to be tasting something delicious and experiencing it carefully.

Taste is the unique perception of the Soul of the Soul. Stimulating the Soul can play a certain guiding role. This principle is like Lu Ping's control of the Soul of the Soul while listening to music has unknowingly improved a little. However, Lu Ping's focus of cultivation is different, and he needs to practice control itself, so this method was stopped by Chu Min. However, Molin and others, seeking breakthroughs and thoroughness is the key, and using this method to stimulate the Soul of the Soul is of course a simple and easy way to do it. Although the effect is very subtle as Wen Yan said, it is better than nothing.

As for Xifan, he was lying motionless under a tree at this time.

The sun was blowing, and the grass blew his face, but he had no sense of consciousness. After the soul of power was stripped away, he had lost his basic sense of touch, unable to see, hear, smell, taste, or even touch.

What he wants to practice is the spirit of essence, the spirit of essence is consciousness and emotions. After all the five senses are deprived, there is no external information to be transmitted to him, so he naturally cannot use even a simple and tiny help like Molin's snatching grass. He lay there quietly, and no one knows how hard the consciousness in this body is fighting. On the surface, his cultivation seems to be the quietest among the four people, but in fact, it is the most dangerous one.

Wen Yan kept watching, watching Molin and Xifan being stripped of the power of soul by Chu Min one after another, and watching them seek breakthroughs in this terrible state.

She didn't know what reason they were for, but this determination and attitude shocked her.

Bang...bang...bang...bang...bang...

Lu Ping was still picking up fragments, picking them into small piles, and picking them into large piles. Although they didn't expect that the three of them were in a terrible state, they were not serious enough.

Should I work harder?

They were obviously a few practitioners whose realm was far inferior to her, but at this time there was a deep sense of crisis that intruded her. The top students in Amaterasu Academy who were as outstanding as her had never felt that she had such a profound feeling of "being compared".

Can't relax!

Thinking that she had spent the morning reading some leisure books there, Wen Yan felt that she was too unrespecting time. She did not continue to stay here and resolutely left to practice what she should have practiced.

There were only five people left in the woods.

Su Tang continued to wander around, Molin continued to savor various things in his mouth, Xifan was still so quiet and peaceful, Lu Ping was still picking up the fragments seriously. Chu Min was at the location, you could see these four people at a glance, holding another bottle of new wine in his hand, and the fragrance filled the wine.

Bipolar Academy.

Diagonally opposite Amaterasu College, the competitive atmosphere of the two colleges has been quite strong since the day they were established. However, over the past few hundred years, no one has defeated each other. Both colleges have developed quite strongly and often become neighbors on the Mainland college trend list. As for the zoning list of Zhiling District, the two companies are really the best ones together.

But at this time, outside the Bipolar Academy, there were a large number of dejected students gathered, some of whom were even slightly scarred.

These students were first- and third-year students from Xiafeng District who came to take the tower exam.

The big exam was quite smooth, but on this day at Bipolar College, they seemed to be a low-level creature who accidentally entered the advanced circle and suffered discrimination. Some students were angry just now, and finally caused a group fight. Then, they were beaten up by Bipolar College students and were kicked out of the academy all the way.

They were going to leave today, but in this way, everyone felt very frustrated. But there was nothing they could do. Their realm was not as good as others. No matter how much they held grudges, they could only curse in their hearts, and then they could only leave in shame.

"Hahahaha." Several students from Bipolar Academy chased and fought all the way here, and they had a great time having fun. At this time, they saw that no one was stubborn at Xiafeng Academy and left, so they did not continue to get entangled.

"A group of local buns is wasting time." One of the few people spat on the ground and said. Today's fight was also caused by a similar ridicule. Some people mocked the students of Xiafeng Academy for their poor level. No matter how they practice, they were wasting time. The two sides argued, and then they started to take action. The final embarrassment of Xiafeng Academy students seemed to particularly confirm their views.

"Who are these?" The gate of Amaterasu Academy diagonally opposite the gate of Amaterasu Academy also happened to be in and out of the students. Looking at the group of people leaving dejectedly, they were curious and asked Bipolar Academy.

Although the two colleges are in a competitive relationship, students will not make a life-and-death relationship, and there will always be normal communication between them.

"A group of local buns from Xiafeng District are said to be broken by the Academy's Soul Tower. We came here to take the tower exam. That level is really embarrassing." The answer was loud, and it was obvious that the people from Xiafeng College heard it. The response made by the students of Xiafeng College only accelerated their pace of departure.

"Is it that bad?" The students at Amaterasu Academy stood there.

"Of course. By the way, your college heard that there were four intruders yesterday? It was quite lively! Who are they?" asked the Bipolar Academy.

"It's also a student from Xiafeng District."

"Students in Xiafeng District? That made you so messy? I heard in the morning that even the voice transmission tower was destroyed?"

"Damn who passed it? Can't you stand up well? Can't you see it?" Shuangzhao's student pointed angrily into the wall. The height of the sound transmission tower could be seen from a few streets.

"Oh, it didn't collapse? But it's too soon?"

"What nonsense!"

The two students can communicate, but this does not mean they are good friends. Once this is wrong, the smell of gunpowder will spread in minutes.

"What's wrong? Want to practice? That's right. It's not enough to clean up those wastes just now. I'll take this opportunity to teach you a lesson!"

"You are the only one? Do you know how to write death?" Amaterasu College students rushed out, and in a blink of an eye, a new fight had already happened.

There are always few people walking on the wide streets between the two courtyards. It is because the average battles occur every day in this street over the past year, according to statistics, there are three points and two times...
Chapter completed!