Chapitre 295: 256, even if you like each other, do you need to express it in this way? [Da Zhang]_2
"Future Sight?!"
As soon as these four words were uttered, everyone present was shocked.
Future Sight, the kind of ability that's the stuff of legends, almost a divine skill, is actually a Red Intermediate reward?
Lin Yi's lips curled up slightly as he added, "Don't rush, it's the foresight of three seconds into the future."
"Ah..."
The Third Offeror was stunned for a moment, but quickly came to his senses.
"Even so, this is still a very powerful ability. Elder, is this really the reward you're giving me?"
He confirmed again.
On the battlefield, things change in an instant; a lot can happen in three seconds, often abilities are used in a blink of an eye.
This is still a divine skill!
After receiving Lin Yi's affirmation, the Third Offeror was ecstatic, almost jumping on the spot.
They say fortune comes hand in hand with disaster. The last reward was monopolized by two sycophants, and the next one turned out to be a divine skill.
Happiness came so suddenly, the Third Offeror almost felt an urge to cry.
He bowed respectfully, while Lin Yi flicked the orb of light representing the reward towards him.
After merging with the reward, a faint gold light covered the Third Offeror's eyes.
Just then, almost without any warning, he turned around, coincidentally and naturally catching a stone that was thrown at him from behind.
Thousand Waves' eyes bulged in astonishment. The stone he used to test the Third Offeror, which he deliberately cloaked with spiritual power, was actually caught by the Third Offeror!
However, the Third Offeror on the platform was even more shocked because he indeed had a premonition of a stone that was about to hit him in the back of the head in one second—hard enough to draw blood!
"Big brother, you..."
The Third Offeror looked at Thousand Waves in disbelief.
"Haha, I was testing your ability. I didn't expect you could really see into the future. Impressive indeed!"
"...But I had a premonition that I was going to bleed from your stone. Was that testing or an attempt to silence me?!"
Thousand Waves twitched the corner of his mouth and chuckled awkwardly, "Sorry, sorry, I might have not quite controlled the strength..."
Shit, a divine skill... Thousand Waves couldn't help but swear inwardly.
He had indeed deliberately applied force to the stone, fearing that the Third Offeror might not notice, so he increased the force a bit, hoping to make the effect more dramatic.
Damn it, all the good stuff always belongs to others!
The Third Offeror headed down towards the stage and the Fourth Offering quickly took his place.
After leaving the stage, the Third Offeror noticed Jin E Xiao Douluo fiddling curiously with his prop pocket.
The little guy pulled out another odd little trinket; the Third Offeror frowned slightly, as he had never seen this thing before.
It was a small gold handgun, with four bullets: three red ones and one black one.
Jin E Xiao Douluo skillfully loaded the four bullets into the gun and aimed cheerfully at the people around him.
The Third Offeror had a premonition of what would happen in three seconds, but he did not stop Jin E Xiao Douluo because the scene he saw indicated that the thing wouldn't harm people.
Finally, Jin E Xiao Douluo pointed the handgun at someone, pressed the trigger, and fired!
"Pia!"
The little guy made his own sound effects.
The sole black bullet shot out rapidly from the barrel, striking Ning Fengzhi on the cheek.
With a "smack," Ning Fengzhi's head jerked sideways, and he took a few staggering steps as his eyes widened in surprise.
The Third Offeror laughed on the side; just as he had anticipated, Ning Fengzhi was the one who got shot.
"Second brother, what's this prop of yours?"
"It's the Lucky Gun; if you're hit by one of the red bullets, you'll be lucky for the whole day!"
Jin E Xiao Douluo held his head high, speaking earnestly.
But the Third Offeror clearly saw that the bullet that hit Ning Fengzhi was black.
His expression suddenly turned odd.
If red is for luck, then black must be...
"Who? Who?!"
Ning Fengzhi, covering the slightly reddened side of his cheek, frantically looked around in every direction, searching for the "assailant."
Jin E Xiao Douluo, holding the gun, was about to own up, when the Third Offeror immediately panicked and crouched down, covering his mouth.
"Second brother! Second brother! Not every time does one need to be an honest child!"
Little Golden Crocodile furrowed his brows and spoke in a milky voice: "Big brother said, a child who doesn't know how to take responsibility is not a good child~"
Big brother... isn't he the guy who robs even children's stuff, are his words to be trusted?!
The Third Offeror smiled, reassuring Little Golden Crocodile: "It's okay, this is a 'white lie'..."
...
The guest elders and elders' attacks came one by one, and each time, the group's attack and looting process was decisive and swift, especially the elders, who couldn't really deal any new damage. The same damage numbers seemed almost "coated"—Lin Yi watched with boredom.
Soon, it was Tiandou's turn.
The four of them exchanged glances, and Ning Fengzhi, covering his cheek, said somewhat gloomily, "Forget it, I'll go first."
"Alright, then Sect Master Ning will go first."
The young Emperor Xueye bowed slightly, the sunny and handsome him made a gentlemanly inviting gesture. Ever since he became younger, he also gained a group of little fangirls in Soul City thanks to his good looks.
Of course, this was nothing compared to Lin Yi's female fan base.
"Bang!"
Unexpectedly, Ning Fengzhi stumbled right on the spot and face-planted.
Chen Xin, who was standing beside him, stared with wide eyes, completely dumbfounded.
What's going on with the Sect Master? How can you fall over while standing still?
"Oww..."
Ning Fengzhi got up, his left foot had somehow stepped on his right foot out of nowhere.
Absurd.
He didn't mind it and continued, "Let's go, Uncle Jian."
"Yes, Sect Master."
"Ouch, damn it!"
Ning Fengzhi had barely taken a couple of steps when he suddenly hopped on his right foot.
"Who the hell put a nail on the ground here?!"
Ning Fengzhi roared and then sat on the ground, his face collapsing as he pulled the nail from the sole of his shoe.
Just as he lowered his hand, he heard a "snap", followed by a pig-slaughter-like howl.
"Ahhh—"
Ning Fengzhi brought his hand forward and discovered that a mouse trap had caught his finger!
"Who's doing this? Where did the mouse come from, and the need for a mouse trap?!"
Shaking, Ning Fengzhi removed the mouse trap, and Chen Xin hurried to help him up.
"This is really weird, I didn't see a mouse trap here just now."
He expressed his confusion.
"That is really strange, how could I suddenly become so unlucky?"
Supported by Chen Xin, Ning Fengzhi walked towards the stage, eyeing his surroundings suspiciously.
As he stepped onto the stairs, Ning Fengzhi lost his footing again, and both he and Chen Xin tumbled down together, nearly sharing a passionate kiss on the ground.
Lin Yi was dumbstruck.
What are you two doing? What kind of performance art is this?
In the following five minutes, Lin Yi watched Chen Xin and Ning Fengzhi roll down the stairs in each other's arms five times, until he was numb to it.
"Even if you two like each other, you don't need to express it in this way, do you?"
Lin Yi asked, puzzled.
That's when Chen Xin truly got scared!
He turned his head, his face filled with fear as he looked at Ning Fengzhi and hastily stepped several paces away.
This is just ridiculous! Before the fourth fall, he even released his Soul Power to stabilize his body, yet he still ended up tumbling down with Ning Fengzhi.
"Sect Master, what's happening? Are you cursed with bad luck or something?!"
"I don't know either!"
Ning Fengzhi was so battered from the falls, his entire mind was numb.
This time, they kept a distance from each other and tiptoed up the stairs. They finally, thank God, made it onto the stage!
They breathed a sigh of relief, almost thinking they would never make it up in their lifetime.
"The... the first attack."
Ning Fengzhi said with a trembling voice, as if afraid that something else might happen.
Lin Yi nodded.
Chen Xin spoke uneasily, "Sect Master, it's better to be careful during the attack. It's best to apply a defensive soul skill on yourself."
"Alright, Uncle Jian."
After Ning Fengzhi responded, Chen Xin nodded. He summoned his Martial Soul, holding it in his hand. Just as he drew the snow-white blade from its sheath, his elbow struck Ning Fengzhi's nose.
Ning Fengzhi's head snapped back, and two graceful arcs of bright red nosebleed soared through the air.
Lin Yi was stunned.
ps. Thank you for following the story.
Cadeaux
-- Cadeau
reçu État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
stone