Goethe knocked on the door and entered the room, and immediately asked: "Dean, Yi Yun's kid won't come back tonight?"
Mino drank hot tea, nodded and said: "Well, he just came to ask me for leave, so I let him out."
"This..." After hesitating for a while, Goethe said: "Dean, the rules we give to all students are that during the Magic Fighting Tournament, they are not allowed to go out privately, except for disciplinary considerations.
In addition, the most important thing is to gather the centripetal force of everyone. Even the students who have finished the competition must abide by this rule. How can you single out Hou Yiyun and let him enjoy such a privilege? This is not good for other students.
It’s not fair!”
Taking another sip of hot tea, Mino said leisurely: "Gethe, let me ask you, before the game started, did you ever think that Yi Yun could win today's top 25 competition? It will be officially won two days later.
Qualification for the top 12 competition?”
Goth was stunned and shook his head: "How can you imagine it? When he was able to defeat the thunder spell madman from Qiwu Academy who had the qualities of both magic and martial arts, it was beyond my expectation. Now he can actually go all the way.
To advance to the top 12 is already beyond everyone’s expectations, it can be said to be a miracle!”
"That's it!" Mino said with a smile: "His performance has completely exceeded our expectations before the game. Originally, I only hoped that he could reach the top 100, which would be an excellent result. Now he will have this
Variables cannot be explained by just luck. It can only be said that we all misjudged his true strength. We cannot use common sense to evaluate this student...
"In this case, why not give him more space and let him develop on his own?"
Minuo recalled that Yi Yun had played truant for half a year twice. He didn't know where Yi Yun went or what he did during that time. However, whenever he returned to the academy again, he would
He was greatly surprised each time, and his strength suddenly increased significantly. As Goethe said, it can be described as a miracle.
"Dean, what do you mean..."
"Such a student is no longer something we can teach using ordinary dogma and standards. No, it should be said that no academy can teach such a student. What is his true strength now, and what happens next?
How well he can perform in his game is beyond my control, so I’ll give him the greatest freedom!”
"Isn't he your son, the dean? How could you, a father, not know about his strength?"
"Alas!" Mino shook his head and said with a smile: "If he was really my biological son, I would be willing to live a hundred years shorter, but that's not the case... In fact, his identity and surname are mine.
I gave him a fake photo."
Goethe jumped up when he heard this and said in surprise: "What? He is not your son, and you gave him the name Zelda forged by you!"
Sighing, Mino said seriously: "So what? It doesn't matter whether he is biological or not. Now, I really regard Yi Yun as my adopted son. His current name is also Yi Yun. Sarda, listen
It makes me happy... Although I don't know how long this surname will last on him, I will be satisfied to have such an adopted son."
Goethe listened blankly and sighed in his heart. He was about the same age as Mino and had no children. He could understand this feeling...
If you have a son like this, what else can you ask for?
Under the darkness of night, I returned to the dense forest where I practiced. The six-star magic circle in the underground was still in place. The magic circle was drawn in a hurry and was not strong. Any beast in the forest could dig into the soil.
They could be destroyed easily. Seeing that the magic circle with the spirit-binding effect was still intact, Yi Yun was overjoyed. He immediately sat in the center of the magic circle, took out the four-series soul stones, and began to practice.
At this time, Munro suddenly asked: "Boy, even if you seize the time to practice, it will only take two days. Although you have this magic circle and the four elemental soul stones to help you practice, it will not take long.
, the effect is very limited, and it will not be of much help to the next competition, so why bother to go back to the ascetic life before?"
Shaking his head, Yi Yun said: "Boss, I also know that no matter how hard I practice now, I won't be able to break through and advance to the high-level field again within the time of this competition. However, every hard work will always be rewarded. The results are
Although it’s small, it’s the only thing I can do at the moment.”
After a pause, Yi Yun continued: "Although I still have the sword skill Sword Refining Ghost Prison as a trump card, as soon as I think of this move, it will immediately take the life of an innocent participating student...
.As much as possible, I don’t want to do this.”
Taking away the life of a person who had no grudges or grudges with his own hands, Yi Yun still couldn't bring himself to do it, no matter how high-sounding the reason was.
Killing a guilty person is worthy of death, and it is a pleasure; killing an innocent person is a sin, and you will be guilty of it in the future, and your conscience will not be clear.
Munro was silent after hearing this. Based on his understanding of Yi Yun, although he kept saying that he would win at all costs, even if he faced the most critical moment, he would still not have the heart to use Sword Refining Ghost on the contestants.
He must have been released from prison.
How much is the price of an innocent life?
Judging from his actions in helping Alela and risking his own life to sneak back to the Lord's Mansion of Pa Ruoin City just to save Alela's parents, he may be priceless to Yi Yun.
No pain, no gain, no matter how hard you work, today, although it is not fair, this principle is unbreakable. Yi Yun believes that as long as he has the heart to cultivate, he will be able to obtain equal rewards in the future.
The bright moon above was bright, and the gentle moonlight shone on him. Yi Yun slowly closed his eyes and began to practice.
... ...
Two days later, the top twelve qualifying rounds of the Qiwu Demon Fighting Conference officially began.
Starting from the twelfth round, the layout of the venue has changed again. The original ten martial arts magic formation venues have become only two, separated by a hundred meters from each other. Only two groups of players can compete at one time.
Contest.
With this kind of competition arrangement, only twelve games are needed to select the top twelve players.
When the conference sent the list of the order of competition, everyone was shocked when they saw it.
The battle for the top twelve is contested by twenty-five players, using a disorderly pairing method. A total of twelve games can be matched, with a total of twenty-four players. In other words, among them, there will be one
Players can successfully enter the top twelve list without having to go through competitions.
Among the twenty-five contestants, there can only be one "seed player". If you can draw a seed that can advance to the competition unconditionally, it can be said to be extremely lucky, and this person is Yi Yun.
.
"Why is it you again? You must be so lucky!" Anna exclaimed.
Shrugging his shoulders, Yi Yun said innocently: "I am surprised that such a result would happen."
The chance of being selected as a seed player is only one in 25. The probability is so low. Everyone has a chance, but no one has a chance. However, Yi Yun still got the chance. Even he felt sad.
surprise.
Waving his hand, Goethe said with a smile: "This should be considered a good thing! There are only five contestants left in our Tianfeng Academy. Among them, Yi Yun only has mid-level strength. This competition originally posed the greatest challenge to him.
The winning rate is the lowest. Now that he can advance as a seed player, he will definitely be included in the top twelve list, which will also play a huge role in the final ranking of our college."
"How come you have such good luck? First, you met the weakest mid-level opponent in the last game, and then this time you got the seeded player. It's really unfair! If I were like you,
I wish I had such good luck." John muttered from the side.
He met the Third Prince Gu Lan in the last match, and despite trying his best, he was defeated. Of course, he was extremely jealous of Yi Yun, who was clearly weaker than him but could continue to advance to the match with luck.
Everyone at the scene heard what John said, and saw that the other students who had already lost were looking at Yi Yun with strange eyes. This kind of thought was not only shared by John, but also by everyone else.
Facing the gazes coming from all around, there was envy and disdain in them. Yi Yun pretended not to notice them at all. He was as calm as an old monk in meditation. How could he not know what they were thinking? But there was no need to explain it in particular.
.
For this Demonic Fighting Conference, their perspectives were completely different from the very beginning. What John and others wanted was just the ranking in the conference, but what Yi Yun wanted was the final crown. The difference in focus resulted in this
The gap in vision is reflected in the complete difference in the demeanor of both parties.
In the eyes of Vice-President Goethe and the teachers who were watching, Yi Yun showed a calm demeanor, while John and others showed an angry and envious expression. The scene in front of them suddenly changed.
It gave them a ridiculous illusion, as if a group of kittens were howling provocatively at a big tiger. It was a ridiculous scene, but they couldn't laugh at all.
An indescribable feeling, a ridiculous scene, and in an instant, the positions of strength and weakness between the two sides were completely reversed. Yi Yun seemed to be a stronger man than them, while the others were just a bunch of clowns, a ridiculous drama.
, a ridiculous buffoon, and an unpredictable person.
This is magnanimity!
Just like temperament to a woman, having temperament, regardless of beauty or ugliness, can be called a beauty; while temperament gives a man a layer of mysterious black color, which cannot be seen through or guessed, but is naturally wonderful.
In the stands in the VIP area, everyone also had a list of the order of appearance. Bernardon looked at the list in his hand and said in a deep voice: "Modo's opponent is actually the Kemiti family, one of the four major families. He has also reached
It’s a tough battle for the blood cultivators in the six-star pinnacle realm!”
Moxi smiled and said: "Father, you don't have to worry. The player sent by the Kemiti family is called Kurt. In the past few years, he has never defeated Modo in several academy competitions.
Yes, although he also has the ability to enter the top five of the conference, but when he meets Modo, he can only blame him for being unlucky. There is no suspense in this game, Modo will definitely win!"
At this point, Moxi's voice softened: "Besides, I have already told Modo. If necessary, he knows what to do."
"Yeah! I'm very confident about Modo." After a pause, Bernardon continued: "The boy named Yi Yun Zalda actually won the qualification of the seed player. He can have such a
His luck one after another is truly astonishing. If you put it on the battlefield, such luck should be called martial luck. Such a person is certainly more worthy of our family to win over."
He is worthy of being a legendary general who has been fighting on the battlefield all year round. His view of luck is completely different from that of ordinary people. He has the same view as Monroe, who has walked through countless bloodsheds. They both know the importance of "military luck".
Again and again, again and again, it is not a fluke.
Sighing lightly, Bernardon continued: "Unfortunately, this also means that he will not be able to see him play in the top twelve games. His opponents in the previous games were too weak, and there was no chance to see his true strength.
, and in the subsequent games, the opponent was too strong. Facing a player who had reached his peak level, he should have been defeated within a few rounds, and still could not see his full strength."
Moxi didn't agree with these words. What could a player who advanced only by luck have to expect? However, he didn't dare to refute his father explicitly, so he simply kept silent.
"By the way," after pondering for a moment, Bernardon added, "I want you to send a spy to re-investigate the origins of that young man. When can this be done?"
"Ten family spies have been dispatched. Including the time for visits and investigations, it will probably take about ten days to get the results." Moxi replied.
"Well... ...the Demon Fighting Conference should be over by then. In short, let's speed up the progress of the investigation. I want to see the results as soon as possible!"
"Don't worry, father, I have personally told the spies about this. They will never dare to neglect it, but..." Moxi asked in confusion: "Every player participating in the Magic Fighting Conference must give detailed information
The information about his net worth has been reported to the conference for record, and our family also has a copy of the information about that boy, so why do you, father, want to send people to investigate again? "
"Because that information is too unreasonable!" Shaking his head, Bernardon said: "Based on the information, when he was in junior college, he graduated with a four-star elementary level, and then joined Tianfeng College. But
, less than two years have passed, and he has advanced from four-star strength to the current six-star mid-level field in one go... Such a promotion speed is really unheard of, unseen, and unreasonable.
pole!"
"Do you suspect that he lied to the conference about the progress of his star level?"
"No! I suspect that all his information is fake." Mo Xi said in a deep voice: "No matter his birth, origin, surname, or strength, they are all fake! In addition, Yi Yun's name and family
The seventh son who died here has the same name, which makes me care even more!"
Speaking of this, Bernardon murmured to himself: "My seventh grandson was born to a concubine of the exterminated Stat family. I have only met him once. When he was just born, I saw him
I hugged him personally... I remember that his hair color and eye color are both jet black, completely different from my Blueville bloodline. Therefore, I am not very happy with this seventh son...
"When he was six years old, Moxi returned his custody to the old patriarch of his in-laws, Pusius, which was equivalent to expelling him from the family and deleting his name from the genealogy. From then on, he became a member of our Lanville family.
The abandoned son has never been with me again..."
Regarding Mexico's decision to expel the seven sons of the family from the family, Bernardon was stationed at the border of the empire at the time. It was only after he returned to the family a few years later that he learned that Bernardon did not agree with such an approach.
Although the Seventh Son's bloodline is closer to the Start lineage, and his appearance is different from that of the Lanville family, he was still born from the current patriarch Moxi, and his own family's blood also flows in his body, and he also belongs to the Lanville family.
direct descendants.
When he knew about this, he immediately scolded Mexico. Although he wanted to find the seventh son who had been kicked out of the house, the matter could not be undone. At that time, it was already the number of days since the tragedy in Aida Town.
Years later, all the Start family, including more than 2,000 residents, were wiped out, and the seventh son was among them.
After Bernardon heard the news, he became silent. Seeing the indifferent look on Mexico's face at that time, he didn't even have the energy to scold him a few more times. What had happened had already happened and could no longer be undone.
This matter was revealed just like that.
Unexpectedly, I forgot about the past regrets of several years and recalled them again today...
"Yi Yun, that's a strange name. Would anyone really pick the same name? That boy's hair color and eye color are exactly the same as those of the seventh son I saw back then. If he is really still alive, he should be the same as that one.
At the age of seventeen, like a boy, could it be... No! This is too impossible!"
Thinking of this, Bernardon grinned and felt that he was thinking too much. However, his heart, which had long been calm and quiet after going through the wind and rain, started to jump involuntarily...
"Mr. Carruth, aren't you going to watch the top 12 matches?" Emperor Olba asked as he watched Carruth suddenly stand up and walk towards the exit of the stands.
Carruth smiled lightly and said: "The order of the competition has been decided, but the person I want to watch didn't show up. It's not worth watching anymore. Find a place to have a drink and come back to the next game."
Kalus has always been honest with anyone. Even when Jamida, the protector of the country, asked him questions, he didn't bother to answer. However, for Olba, the current emperor of Qiwu, he was superficially
There is still some respect, nothing else, just because he can treat himself with the courtesy of an imperial guest, and of course he has to give some reciprocation, well, the minimum reciprocation.
Alba and Jamida who were standing aside were stunned when they heard this: "Isn't there only one player who didn't appear? It's that boy!"
At this point, the two of them understood that Kalus would show great concern for this Magic Fighting Conference, and even traveled thousands of miles to the Qiwu Empire to watch the competition, just for the sake of the young man they fell in love with.
.
"Jemida, what do you think about this matter?" Alba asked softly, looking at Carruth's leaving back.
Jemida smiled bitterly and said: "Your Majesty, I can only say that Mr. Carruth's eyesight is indeed extraordinary. At the beginning of the Magic Fighting Conference, he had already seen the extraordinary qualities of that young man, and specially prepared for him in every game.
Coming here to watch, I feel ashamed of my piercing eyesight!"
"Would he also treat that boy..."
"Impossible!" Shaking her head without thinking, Jemida replied: "Your Majesty, you also know that Mr. Carruth is a super warrior at the star level. How can he do this to someone who is only a six-star mid-level warrior?"
Does Fa Kuang have other thoughts? Presumably, he is just interested in that boy."
"Yeah! That makes sense." Alba laughed heartily after hearing this, and his frown suddenly relaxed.
He and Jemida had already fallen in love with the young man. If Carrus insisted on intervening, no matter how hard it was to do what they wanted, it would be best if this didn't happen and just proceed as they expected.
Alba thought about it, and then the whistle sounded. The first game of the top twelve tournament had already begun.
That night.
"Twelve consecutive disappointing games, is this the top twelve competition? Ridiculous!" Monroe said disdainfully.