Several people were stunned for a moment, and then they realized that Jiang Feng's words were directed at Ye Xiyue.
Ye Xiyue looked at Jiang Feng who was covered in blood and looked embarrassed, and nodded gently.
Jiang Feng seemed to finally heave a sigh of relief, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
"That...that's good..."
His voice gradually became quieter, then his head tilted and he fainted completely.
Mu Lingzhi frowned and looked at Ye Qing.
"How is he?"
Elder Ye Qing quickly reassured:
"Don't worry, his life is not in danger. He just suffered a lot of injuries. He needs to rest well during the next period of time."
Hearing this, Mu Lingzhi and the others finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He waved to the people next to him and asked them to escort Jiang Feng back to the academy.
Soon, an alchemist elder and several students came forward together and carefully carried Jiang Feng back.
Ye Xiyue took a step back to make way for them.
When a group of people passed by her, her eyes fell on Jiang Feng again.
At this time, his face was pale, his eyes were closed, the bones in his shoulders and chest were broken, and his already thin body showed a strange posture.
The strong smell of blood rushed into the nose, almost suffocating.
Ye Xiyue looked at him steadily, and then spoke in a very soft voice:
"Don't worry, your efforts today will not be wasted."
Not sure if he heard her words, Jiang Feng's originally frowning brows finally relaxed quietly.
The group left quickly.
Bai Feng, who was standing on the field, waved his sleeves fiercely, put away his scimitar, and quickly got off the stage.
Although I won, it was not pretty.
Moreover - he was actually forced to this point by a mere peak spiritual master!
That scimitar was originally specially prepared by him for the finals!
After stepping down, he returned to Qianfeng Academy.
Seeing Qiao Qiaoqing's expression, his heart skipped a beat and he took two quick steps over.
"Deputy Dean, the students underestimated the enemy and were careless, so--"
Qiao Qiaoqing shook his head.
Now that the matter has come to this, what's the use of talking about it anymore?
Only by holding on to it will people laugh at it.
He said calmly:
"Don't take it to heart. It should be noted that any mental means are worthless in the face of real strength. You just need to focus on yourself and prepare for the finals. If you don't have that ability, no matter how hard you try, it will have no effect."
There was silence for a moment.
Everyone can tell that these words mean something.
When Bai Feng heard this, he also felt that what he said made sense.
Jiang Feng forced him to use his trump card in advance, but so what?
There are so many people present, haven’t they all seen it?
So what about Ye Xiyue, he still doesn't believe it. He can figure out a way to deal with it just by looking at it with the naked eye from a distance?
You may be able to cope with one or two moves, but in the finals, everyone will try their best.
When the time comes, her little thoughts will have no effect at all.
Bai Feng straightened his shoulders and back: "Yes! Thank you, Vice Dean, for your advice!"
...
Ye Xiyue pretended not to have heard those words.
She never likes to waste time with such people.
Anyway, when it comes to the finals, facts speak louder than words.
She looked at the box where the lots were drawn.
Now, there are four bamboo sticks in there.
In other words, there are still four finalists in the preliminary round and two games will be played.
Of course, if one group is drawn this round, the remaining two will automatically become the last group.
This time it was Elder Mo Sang’s turn to draw.
He took out a bamboo stick and made a sudden movement.
Then, he lifted it up.
Murong Wan's name is prominently displayed above!
And this means——
"The eighth preliminary round, Nanshan College—Ye Xiyue!"
