Luck taken away? It doesn't matter, I quietly become a god

Chapter 465 Don’t look, there is no one behind you

Feng Qianli and Xing Xue refused to believe it and tried to attack the two old students again.

But every attack was absorbed by the two mirrors in the air and bounced back.

All sword moves and magic are useless, and the only way to fight is to use close combat.

However, Feng Qianli and Xing Xue restricted their various attack methods due to fear of harming the opponent, but the old man had no scruples.

As spells bombarded them one after another, Feng Qianli and Xing Xue were forced to dodge.

"Come on! Keep fighting! Why are you running away?"

"Haha, you can be as strong as you want, fortune and misfortune will be reflected in your own eyes."

On the other side, every time Lu Zhuo cast a flying sword, he would be entangled by the sticky sticky flame lime.

The sticky flame lime continued to differentiate and grow, swallowing more and more flying swords.

Once the flying sword was completely wrapped by the sticky flame lime, Lu Zhuo's connection with the flying sword would be cut off, and he would no longer be able to control the flying sword.

"...Ah, you ugly freak! You are not elegant at all! Give me back my flying sword!" Lu Zhuo was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

His pure and innocent flying sword 'wives'...

It's dirty.

It's all ruined!

The battle situation at this time seemed to be very good for Laosheng.

The tall, thin old student who hadn't taken action spoke again, "The remaining two junior sisters, and that cowardly pretty boy... surrender quickly! Don't force me to take action!"

"You wish! I can't admit defeat! Not in this lifetime! Come and fight me if you dare!"

Duan Yuyan quickly and calmly stuck his head out from behind Shu, uttered some harsh words, and then immediately retracted his head.

Rong Shu ignored Duan Yuyan, took a few steps forward, first stood in front of Si Chenbi, narrowed his eyes, scanned the current situation, and finally his gaze fell on the two mirrors.

These two mirrors... are the most troublesome at the moment.

Need to resolve this first.

"...Chenbi, take action."

The words fell.

Si Chenbi, who was hiding behind Rong Shu, threw out the Nine Extreme Star Plate.

Amidst the bright starlight, the four old students felt a flash before their eyes, the world was spinning, and they didn't know which was which.

“…Oh no! There’s a fortune teller!” The old students were shocked.

With a fortune teller present, the battle must be fought quickly.

These old students were obviously well aware of the fortune teller's abilities. As soon as their eyes met, they all pointed their spearheads at Si Chenbi, bombarding him with all kinds of magic weapons and spells!

Si Chenbi's eyes were calm. As her hand seals flew, two mirrors in the air suddenly flew over, blocking all the attacks from the old students and then rebounding them back.

Bang bang bang!

"……what!"

"...Old Dog, why did your Blessing and Disaster Reflection Mirror go out of control?!"

"How should I know? The spiritual mark is still there... It's that fortune teller! She changed her position temporarily!"

Clang——

A blade cut through the void.

Rong Shu stepped on the Bagua formation created by Si Chenbi, and used his body skills to the extreme, like an inconspicuous breeze, lifting up the dead leaves and causing his clothes to flutter.

The tall and thin old man's pupils suddenly shrank, and in his field of vision, he could only see a shadow of a movement as smooth and neat as flowing water.

Wherever you go.

A cold light flashed.

Blood splattered.

"——Old dog! Old cat!" The tall and thin old man stared with wide eyes as he watched his people fall to the ground, seemingly without a sound.

"You actually killed... Ugh!"

The tall and thin old man was hit hard on the back of his head. He felt a sharp pain and his vision suddenly went black.

not good!

When he wanted to resist.

A domineering and powerful spiritual pressure swept over him, and the bones and joints all over his body crackled. His knees bent subconsciously and he knelt on the ground.

Before he could come to his senses, the sharp blade was already against his neck.

"Hu Jia..." The tall and thin old student turned around and wanted to ask for help from the old student who controlled the sticky flame lime.

Whoosh!

A ball of dark blue flame flew out, brushing past the tall and thin old man's profile.

The flames bounced onto the Sticky Lime.

The next second, the Sticky Flame Lime let out a scream of "Ooooh Ooooh" and its fat body was immediately shrunken back by the flames.

Finally, with a "pop", the sticky lime shrank into a fist-sized cloudy jelly, lying on the ground, motionless.

"Sticky Lime...what's wrong with you..."

Just as the trainer of the sticky lime was picking his nose in a cool way, he is now in a state of disarray.

After Lu Zhuo's flying sword group broke free, several flying swords were aimed at the beast trainer.

"How is this possible... What kind of strange fire is this? Even the fire-attributed Sticky Flame Lime would be afraid of it." The tall and thin old man looked at the sudden reversal in disbelief.

"Don't look, there's no one behind you. Just admit defeat and surrender, don't force me to do anything." Rong Shu said with a smile.

Hearing this, the tall and thin old man turned his head and glared angrily.

Rong Shu saw that he was being glared at again, blinked innocently, and began to explain:

"Those two brothers were just knocked unconscious by me, they are still breathing."

"My knife is very steady."

Hearing this, the tall and thin old man remembered to use his spiritual sense to feel for his pulse. Seeing that it was still beating, he felt relieved. Only then did he realize that his back was already covered in cold sweat...

When the unconscious old man wakes up——

"According to the academy's fighting rules, if we win the fight, all your academy resources for this month will belong to us."

The four old students took out their student orders dejectedly and glanced at Rong Shu's student order.

The student activated the memory formation he brought with him, transferring all the school resources of the four old students this month to Rong Shu's name.

"Give me back the reflection of fortune and misfortune." Among the old actors, the one nicknamed Lao Gou stretched out his hand to Rong Shu with a dark face.

Hearing this, Rong Shu kindly reminded: "This is our spoils of war. Want it? Sure, exchange it for 30,000 spirit stones."

The old dog glared and said, "I have already refined the Blessing and Misfortune Reflecting Mirror. You can't use it even if you get it. You might as well give it back to me."

Rong Shu raised his eyebrows: "Don't want to change? Then I'll just find a desolate place, dig a hole and bury it."

Having said that, Rong Shu turned around and was about to leave.

"No, no, no! I want to change, I want to change!" The old dog made a bitter face and quickly stopped Rong Shu.

Rong Shu: "And that slimy slug, thirty thousand spirit stones, no bargaining."

"…It's Lyme! Not Slug!"

In the end, the old students spent a lot of money to get back their magic weapons and pet animals, and then ran away without looking back.

Sixty thousand spirit stones are enough for six people, which is exactly ten thousand per person.

As for the academy resources that had just been won back, they were somewhat messy and difficult to divide equally. It would depend on who needed which resources more, and Rong Shu would transfer them as needed.

Rong Shu began to review the battle: "The veterans are still quite strong."

"If we were to face strange magical weapons and pets like the Fortune and Misfortune Mirror and the Slimy Flame Lime head-on, they would be difficult to deal with."

"It's just that even though we're hiding here to practice, senior students still come to pick on us. The other freshmen may have encountered similar situations."

Duan Yuyan nodded: "It's not possible, it's certain to happen!"

"Freshmen are especially likely to be targeted by senior students. Once they can't handle the provocation and respond, they'll fall into the senior students' trap."

"One month's worth of academy resources may not seem like much, but as time goes by, the overall strength of the new students is already weaker than that of the veterans. As time goes by, it becomes increasingly difficult for them to surpass the veterans."

Feng Qianli didn't understand: "Is it just to grab the academy's resources? Aren't there many students from powerful factions? Logically, they shouldn't be short of cultivation resources, right? They wouldn't even come to grab the freshmen, right?"

Duan Yuyan pointed out the reason: "In fact, all of this is for the Millennium Dragon and Tiger List."

"Don't think that just because the next Millennium Dragon and Tiger List won't begin until two hundred years from now, everything will be peaceful and calm during this period."

"In fact, the battle for the next ranking has already begun!"

By snatching away the school resources from the freshmen and curbing their growth, the senior students are suppressing their potential future rivals for the rankings.

"Isn't this too cunning? Ugh—" Lu Zhuo couldn't help but dry heave.

He wanted to take back the flying sword, but the disgusting smell of sticky lime left on the sword lingered for a long time.

"No, I really can't stand it anymore! I need to wash my sword!"

Looking at the hundreds of stinking flying swords, Rong Shu cast a sympathetic look at Lu Zhuo.

"Young Master, take your time washing. I'm going to go take a look at Zigui Garden first, so I won't disturb you..."

Rong Shu was the first to slip away.

Si Chenbi followed closely behind, raising his hand and clenching his fist to encourage Lu Zhuo: "Come on, you can do it!"

Then, Duan Yuyan and Feng Qianli patted Lu Zhuo's shoulders sympathetically, one on each side.

"Old Duan, Old Feng, you two are the best, good brothers! Stay and help me wash my sword..." Lu Zhuo's face showed some emotion.

As a result, the next second, Duan Yuyan and Feng Qianli decisively slipped away without taking away any trace of nostalgia.

"Hey? You guys really won't help me clean my sword! You're a bunch of ungrateful people!!"

Xing Xue paused, a look of hesitation on his face.

As a sword cultivator herself, she could understand the desire to carefully protect the precious sword.

But in the end, her desire to fight the old students prevailed. She glanced apologetically at the unfortunate Lu Zhuo:

"Sorry, I'll help you when I get back...if you haven't finished washing your sword yet."

...the very end.

There was no one in front of Lu Zhuo. He wanted to cry but couldn't. "Wow! A bunch of disloyal bastards..."

"It stinks..."