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"Congratulations to Xie Tianyang from Ancheng No. 5 Middle School for winning the first place in the men's five-kilometer race in the 27th Shaanxi Provincial Middle School Student Track and Field Competition, setting a new record for this event in the province in the past ten years."

"You deserve to be the captain of the Fifth Middle School Track and Field Team. You can win a prize in the national competition for this result, right?"

"That's not it? Isn't this about to push him to the province team soon, how can we compare?"

"Tian Yang, this time you have a high chance of taking this year's track and field silver sail. At that time, you will not only send Qingbei directly, but you may also be able to enter the national team for an international competition, and then you will have Jinfan. Work harder, I But I am very optimistic about you."

"He was born for the game."

...

The traffic lights jumped from yellow to red, the approaching squally wind, the rapid honking of the horns, the harsh squeal of trucks, squeaking--

The overturned bicycle, the long bloodstains, the red and blue lights at near and far and the howling sirens, the lights of the operating room pierced the eyes.

"No, there is no way, this leg is definitely not kept."

"If you are really unwilling to take a wheelchair, we can install a prosthesis for you, but the current technology is only enough to maintain your daily life, and it is definitely not up to the level of competition, and competitions are not allowed."

"Accept the facts, you won't be able to play again in your life."

"Son, give it up. You were training for the first two years of high school, and the cultural class was too poor. Don't repeat it. The second book is pretty good..."

"Your game is over."

No.

I do not believe.

I won't lose.

No matter what happens, I will definitely... be the winner!

...

The sound of the revolving lantern and the picture began to dissipate. When he recovered, he was lying on the ground, with the upside-down heaven and earth in his eyes, and... the stadium.

That is his arena.

That is the arena of the Fairy Games.

Xie Tianyang tried to get up with his elbows on the ground. The upper body was able to do it, but his lower body was thrown to the ground: his spiritual power was exhausted, and his body could no longer support him.

The sword light around him stagnated, and Han Jiangchen in front of him was already on the court when he saw it. At the same time, there were all the students who were watching the game.

The fierce arena suddenly became silent, everyone stood stunned, all eyes on Xie Tianyang's body merged into one point: under his shirt, the empty pants tube swayed in the wind.

——He has no right leg.

It is precisely because of this that he will go to Bailiyu to learn the "spiritual strengthening" method. No matter how Fanpin Steel had spirit attached, it was still Fanpin, and the opponent's attack power exceeded his expectations. Even if the protection was done in advance, he still exposed the most unbearable secret.

Among the eyes of everyone, Han Jiangchen, who was also the closest, could see the most clearly. Under such a sudden situation, he stood there and didn't know what to do: In front of him, Xie Tianyang was kneeling on the ground, embarrassed on the scene. Baidao looked all over.

Between the silent stalemate, it was Wei Ze's voice that broke the silence.

"The time for three breaths has come, and the result has been divided." Wei Ze raised one hand and said solemnly, "The winner is..."

"…etc!"

As if awakened by these words, Xie Tianyang, who was on her knees, suddenly yelled, "It's not over yet!"

"I still... haven't lost yet!!"

He shouted as if desperately, his fingers digging into the ground tightly, as if trying his best to stand up, but he had exhausted his strength and added the hidden injuries that oscillated from the top. Such a simple action was for him at this time. It's also very difficult.

The opposite Han Jiangchen glanced at him complicatedly, but put away his sword, first stepped off the stage and walked to Wei Ze.

"I admit defeat." Han Jiangchen said, "let's count him win..."

"I'm **** you! Uncle you! Who the **** wants you to let it?!" Before the words fell, Xie Tianyang suddenly roared, his fist hit the stage, "What the **** are you doing?! It's not over yet! Why do you want it? Stop? Do you **** want to be trash..."

Han Jiangchen looked at him silently. Xie Tianyang's words didn't seem to be speaking to his opponent, but more like... cursing himself.

But before he scolded a few words, Wei Ze raised his hand over there, and the invisible spiritual power blocked it, and he immediately stopped moving in place.

"I said, the result is divided." Weize looked at him and said solemnly, "Your game is over."

You, the, the, the, the, the, the, end, the, the, away.

Xie Tianyang was hit by five thunders, and all his expressions instantly solidified on his face. Wei Ze originally thought he would be furious, but the young man just sat there on his knees, staring at the teacher in front of him blankly. In those eyes, something seemed to go out instantly.

"In this game, Han Jiangchen won."

Wei Ze retracted his hand and rushed to the crowd around him: "In addition, I announce the school's ruling: Freshman Xie Tianyang has been disqualified from participating in the Fairy Games due to excessive behavior on the field. The vacated places will be followed by the school It will be handled separately, and the rest will be notified later by the school"

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and sent out [Seventy-Two Changes·Zhaoyun], causing the surrounding clouds to gather, and the scene on the stage instantly became blurred, and no one could see the situation in the spell clearly.

The students in the audience craned their necks, as if they wanted to see something more. But all they could see was that the medical staff and volunteers originally prepared on the platform flew out of the cloud, fell back to the stands, and conveyed the news to everyone.

"Ms. Wei said, now that the qualifiers are over, everyone exits and goes back to normal class."

No one would dare to disobey Wei Ze's words, even if the students wanted to inquire about anything, in the end they could only slowly stand up, whispering to the blessed land exit.

"So it's like this..."

"No wonder he never takes a bath with anyone..."

"Hid it deep enough..."

"This crip..."

The voice of the discussion faded bit by bit, and soon the blessed land returned to complete tranquility. It wasn't until all the spectators left and the stands became empty that Wei Ze, who was in the air, turned his gaze back to look at the two stranded on the arena.

"You can also go, go down and think about it. Just like he said, don't be a waste." Wei Ze first glanced at Han Jiangchen beside him, "Giving up, it's not something you can say casually. You have to think clearly. What are you fighting for?"

Han Jiangchen nodded silently, put away the spirit sword, and finally glanced at the silent figure over there, then apologized with his eyes, then turned and walked out of the field.

The footsteps were getting farther and farther away. In the deserted arena, the kneeling boy was thrown there alone, glory and cheers were gone, and he couldn't walk in the same place.

He was abandoned by this arena.

"You lost this game."

He saw Wei Ze turning his head and talking to him. The words were very calm, but it fell into Xie Tianyang's ears, like being stabbed by a needle, making him shudder.

"Whether you accept it or not, the result is like this, you lost." Weize ignored it, and said in an almost cold tone, "In your current state, even if you go to the official game, it is meaningless."

In just a few minutes of work, this young man seemed to have completely lost his usual posture: he was completely broken, broken from body to heart. He knelt on the ground like a defeated dog with his spine broken, as if his whole body was suddenly drained.

"Teacher, you... knew it a long time ago, right?"

"Do I know, what is the difference?" Wei Ze said, "The school will not interfere with your own way, and participating in the Fairy Games is your own choice. Then when you embark on this road, you will You should be able to think of the result... Or do you only use cultivation as a tool to prove yourself?"

He had already lifted the fixation technique at this time, but Xie Tianyang was still sitting there, motionless.

No one would have thought that he would be so weak, and for a while it seemed that he didn't even have the strength to speak. But even if he still has strength now, he can't give any answer to Wei Ze's question.

"I will not take back what I just said. Your game is over and you are not eligible to participate in the Fairy Games."

When Wei Ze said this, the conversation turned: "But, are you going to make this your last game?"

He looked at the face that was suddenly stunned, and then said: "You are also a student of Kunlun University. Even if it is the Fairy Games, it shouldn't be the whole of your life. If you really tie yourself to the outside of the victory or defeat On, then you will always be the loser. Because the opponent you really want to defeat is not someone else, but yourself."

Xie Tianyang was silent for a long time, and said with some difficulty: "Do I still have a chance?"

"That depends on how you define the word'opportunity'." Weize looked at his empty pants, "If you really want to win...then the first thing you have to do is to stand on your own. stand up."

He didn't wait for Xie Tianyang to say anything, he just waved his sleeves, the clouds gathered around him, and the two of them were wrapped in a blink of an eye. The next moment two figures appeared in the lounge of the office building, and Bailiyu, who was facing the computer, was sitting at the table.

Seeing the two inside, Bai Liyu turned his eyes, obviously he also saw the student's broken leg at once, and the surprise flashed across his face.

"You can no longer participate in the Fairy Games this time. But you still have a lot to do... For the next thing, you can follow the arrangements of Teacher Baili."

As Wei Ze said, he patted Xie Tianyang's shoulder with one hand, and the vast spiritual power flowed in, immediately stabilizing his injury during the game. Then he threw a healing pill to the student, turned around and explained something to Bailiyu, watching the latter nod in response, his figure shook, and he disappeared in the same place in a blink of an eye.

Only the teacher and the student were left in the small space. Xie Tianyang lowered his eyes and did not dare to speak. Bailiyu was also thoughtful, and the room was quietly panicked.

After a while, Bailiyu closed the computer, walked slowly to the kneeling Xie Tianyang, leaned down, and also sat cross-legged in front of him, maintaining the same height as him.

"Take the recovery pill, now your injury shouldn't be a hindrance." Bailiyu said abruptly, "Can you play chess?"

Xie Tianyang glanced at him and nodded.

"Next game?"

After Bailiyu's words, when the knuckles were tapped on the ground, the fine sand on the ground instantly gathered, and in the blink of an eye, a chess board was spread out in front of Bailiyu, and even the chess pieces on it were clearly distinguished-a certain meaning. Above all, this chess piece is even considered a low-grade spiritual weapon.

"Hongzi go first." Bailiyu stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture towards Xie Tianyang.

Xie Tianyang looked at the chessboard and looked up at Bailiyu in front of him. He looked back and forth several times, and finally reached out and moved his head.

Bailiyu smiled faintly, and also stretched out his hand to move chess and vault.

The chess pieces staggered, and after more than a dozen rounds, Xie Tianyang's eyes gradually condensed.

When he usually practiced with this teacher, he always saw Bailiyu playing chess on the computer, and he didn't take it seriously. But at this time, I really discussed with the teacher, only to find that this person is actually quite a chess master.

In a blink of an eye, he was eaten by a pair of carts and cannons. Just as he moved the remnants across the river again, Bailiyu's cannon was already on the plate, General.

"Again."

Bailiyu ignored his expression, flipped his hand, all the chess pieces returned to their positions, and started playing again without changing his face.

The elephant flies, the soldier arches, the artillery walks, the general.

"Again."

Bailiyu resumed the game again and looked at Xie Tianyang and said: "You are too impatient, always paying too much attention to the lost pieces. However, in addition to the main carts, horses and guns, you have a lot of chips left."

The **** returns to its place, then play again.

Xie Tianyang lowered his face and focused all his thoughts on the chessboard in front of him. This time he supported more than twenty rounds, but was finally checked by Bailiyu.

Repeated this way more than ten times, until the sky was completely dark outside, Xie Tianyang lost more than ten sets in a row, and now the final set is still dead: his two carts, horses and cannons have been eaten up, and there are only a few remnants and soldiers left. The scholars lingered, but the main chess pieces of Bailiyu who were on the opposite side were still there.

In a good situation, Bai Liyu no longer attacked fiercely, but wandered around with the few remaining children, watching him dying to struggle there, like a cat playing a mouse.

It's going to lose again.

Xie Tianyang wiped off the sweat from his forehead, staring at the chess pieces on the board, and seeing Bailiyu playing guerrilla in that leisurely manner, his face was puzzled.

"Your general hasn't lost. Since the most important one is still there, it's worth a fight with this residual chess." Bailiyu said, "After all, you have never given up until now, have you?"

After Bailiyu said this sentence, he wandered about the chess pieces in his hand, and even learned about Tianyang's pawns, but just didn't enter the camp.

Seeing the chess game disintegrating more and more, Xie Tianyang's expression gradually relaxed, as if thinking of something, no more troops, but a step away from the handsome in the camp.

Beat.

He looked at the remaining defeated soldiers and moved a few soldiers in a row. As expected, they were eaten by Bai Liyu again. At this time, he only had one or two soldiers and soldiers left.

However, in this situation that the poor could not be worse, Tian Yang suddenly moved his hand and took the only soldier buried in Bailiyu’s camp, forcing Bailiyu to retreat— -The commander is relative!

The generals do not meet, and the first mover loses.

"General."

Xie Tianyang said in a low voice, raising his eyes to look at Bailiyu who was on the opposite side of Expectation. The latter had a look that he had expected earlier, and when he saw him win the next round, he smiled, and with a wave of his finger, the chessboard in front of him broke up, leaving only the handsome man who had reversed the victory in front of Xie Tianyang.

"You have a mind that is enough to enlighten the Tao. However, this alone is not enough to get you out of confusion." Bailiyu said, "In this case, as His Excellency Wei Ze said, put aside all distracting thoughts and take the immediate matter first. Up."

"What's right now?"

"Naturally. If you really insist on becoming a cultivator, even if you can't reshape your body during the refining period, there will be a way you can try-this is a refining tool."

Bailiyu flipped his hand and did not know where to call out a spiritual ingot, played it a few times in his hand, and placed it in front of Xie Tianyang's eyes.

"Previously, you won the opportunity of my'weapon demon' yourself. The so-called Xiandu fate, the secret is in yourself. You have helped the university to train a lot of spiritual weapons, so this time the university will prepare the materials for you, and you first All you have to do is...make a leg for yourself."

Xie Tianyang opened his eyes slightly and looked at the spiritual ingot in Bailiyu's hand: the thing was silver-gray, and it exuded a slight aura in Bailiyu's hand. Regarding the color, at least the grade above the middle grade.

He has been studying with Bailiyu for a while, and naturally he can see that this spiritual material is quite outstanding, and the inferior teaching used in normal classes is fundamentally different.

Make a leg for yourself?

Of course he understood the meaning of these words, and the look in Bai Liyu's eyes could not help but change slightly, as if something had regained light from those eyes.

But apart from this, he still has a doubt.

"...Where did this spiritual material come from?"

...

At the same time, in the refining room.

"clang--"

Another heavy hammer fell on the anvil, with great spiritual power, which increased the luster of the burning red spirit ingot placed on it.

Seeing another piece of spiritual material forming in the flame, Chu Yunyi, who was standing in front of the anvil, put down the heavy hammer in his hand and took a break.

If someone else is here at this time, you can find that the action is far from what it was a month ago.

With full psychic power, she can now swing at least fifty hammers continuously, and the accuracy of the strikes is not what it used to be, and every beat can be exactly on the "eye" of the spiritual material. It is precisely because of this that she can play a middle-grade spiritual material by herself. After all, inferior products can still be made up with insufficient quality, but going further is a comprehensive test of the blacksmith's cultivation skills and techniques.

Obviously, after this month of hard training, although she is still spinning around at the high level of Qi refining in her cultivation base, her technique is already quite skillful.

Chu Yunyi raised his hand to wipe off the sweat on his forehead, but he wiped out the blood on his face. I turned my hand and saw that there was blood leaking from the palm of my hand wrapped in layers of bandages. When I took a closer look, even a layer of blood was smeared on the handle of the hammer in front of him.

It seems that I won't be able to practice again today.

Chu Yunyi hissed, put the hammer aside, leaned against the corner and removed the straps on his hands, revealing the layers of cocoons inside: At this time, the cocoons had been worn out, and his hands were covered with blood.

According to the previous experience, this is because her spiritual power is exhausted and she can no longer protect the surface of the body, so she will be injured by the friction of the hammer. If you swing the hammer forcibly in this situation, you might injure yourself.

In the past month, except for classes, she has basically been here. She has long been familiar with the various performances of forging and the pain that may occur in it. Knowing that this situation has reached its limit, it is inconvenient to continue.

In this way, she set aside the forging hammer, first smeared her hand with powder, and re-wrapped the band. Then she stepped forward and dipped the freshly-made spirit ingot into the cold water, watching it. It quickly cooled in the squeaky white smoke, turning from the hot bronze color to silver gray, and there was an imperceptible aura flowing on the surface.

Looking at the gloss, this can be regarded as a piece of material above the medium grade. For this, she spent three full days and swung hundreds of beats to achieve this condition.

She looked at the work immersed in the water and involuntarily twitched her mouth. Although her hands are full of tingling now, and what she has refined is only a very simple basic spiritual material, not even a vessel, this sense of accomplishment is also considerable.

She had seen countless precious precious treasures in the past, but no matter how she looked at it, she was not as beautiful as this rough spiritual material in front of her.

This should also be handed over to the school.

Chu Yunyi thought so, and stepped forward to take out the spiritual material and prepared to send it to the unified material library of the equipment department. But as soon as he picked it out of the water basin, he heard abrupt footsteps behind him. Looking back, it was an old student named Cong Yuan from the equipment department who came in.

"Huh? School girl, why are you still here?" The old student was a little surprised when he saw her, "I heard from the management people that there is a new student coming to forge every day...the co-author is you?"

Chu Yunyi subconsciously blocked his sweaty and gray face, and said in embarrassment, "What's the matter with the senior?"

"It's okay. The school is going to open a new spiritual tool project recently. The equipment department has to come over and check the laboratory." Cong Yuan said, not caring about her humiliated image, but saw the one in her hand. Kuai Lingcai, "Did you type this out yourself?"

Chu Yunyi nodded.

"This color is amazing. It can be done during the Qi refining period. You have to spend a lot of time... Do you want to use this spirit refining tool?"

"I have this idea." Chu Yunyi said, "But... now with my ability, I shouldn't be able to make the spirit tool independently. Let's leave this to the school."

"Oh?" Cong Yuan was amazed. "It's so easy to do this step, but you didn't use it for refining? Are you not preparing for the Fairy Games?"

"I've already lost." Chu Yunyi whispered ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ but, even if it wasn't for the Fairy Games, I still want to do something more. "

This is true. In this month, although she was tired to death every day, her body was so sore in the first few days that it was difficult to get out of bed. But watching this spiritual material gradually take shape in her own hands, she can feel an unprecedented happiness-and only this kind of happiness can dilute the shadow of previous failures.

"That's it." Cong Yuan nodded, "but, isn't there another chance now?"

"Huh?" Chu Yunyi suddenly raised his eyes, "What opportunity?"

"Don't you know? The whole school is spreading it! How long have you not been out of the equipment room?"

Cong Yuan spread his hands: "The Xie Tianyang of your grade had already made the top sixty, but in the final ranking competition, because of excessive behavior, the school disqualified him from the competition."

"For this reason, the remaining freshmen who are eliminated will have to compare their performance in a wild card match to fight for this vacant spot-this time, you should be in the wild card match list."

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