The Daily Life of the Immortal King

Chapter 1571 So temporarily close your eyes (197)

When Micang Weiming woke up, he found himself in the infirmary.

He took out his phone and looked at his face through the reflection on the screen. The face that should have been bloated was completely restored.

No pain, no internal injuries, as if he had never participated in this game.

He couldn't remember how he fell down.

It just felt that the moment his eyes met Wang Ling's, the huge emptiness and loneliness disturbed his spirit and made his thoughts stagnate.

Then, Yonekura Weiming closed his eyes just like that.

A duel is like a dream...

"Student, are you awake?" The old aunt in the infirmary at the competition venue glanced at Weiming Yonekura.

"Doctor...my injury..."

"You passed out during the game, and you didn't have any external injuries when you were sent in. But it's not yet possible to judge your internal injuries. How is it? Is there any discomfort?"

"No……"

Yicang Weiming was astonished.

He was not injured when he was sent here?

Logically speaking, judging from the strength of his attack on himself, it should be impossible to recover so quickly.

"So, did Hou Langsang do something?"

Yone Cang Weiming was puzzled.

"Student, if you are not feeling sick, please let me out of the bed... There are still students waiting in line for treatment."

"How far has the game progressed?" Yone Cang Weiming was even more puzzled.

"Now there are 125 people, and 25 people will be selected for the main battle."

"Already started the main battle?"

"That's right, it is said that the winner is determined through a competition of mental strength. The classmate who fought against you earlier is one of the twenty-five champions." The doctor said.

Yone Cang Weiming understood.

He had also heard about this contestant before, that the 25 contestants who were drawn out were equal to the defenders, as long as they could defend the mental attack of five random people, they would advance directly.

As for the attacking side, as long as they can attack successfully, they can become the new challenger. After becoming the new challenger, they must continue to defend the attacks of four people to complete the promotion.

According to the rules of this closed-door competition, there are only 50 promotion places for this round.

In other words, the 50 people with the highest priority to advance will enter the next round of the game.

"How is Houlangsang's situation..."

"Closed match, how do I know." The doctor sighed.

As he spoke, he pointed in the direction of the door with his eyes.

Micang Weiming was stunned for a moment, got out of bed and walked towards the door of the infirmary.

As soon as he stepped out of the door, he was shocked by the scene in front of him...

Because it is in the corridor in front of the infirmary door.

Those unconscious people were lying on the ground like sardines...

"What is this!?"

Like a log, Yicang Weiming was stunned by the scene in front of him.

Among these lying people, about 90% were sent by Wang Ling.

Because, everyone who confronted Wang Ling.

Finally closed their eyes...

Successfully advanced to the tenth group stage.

Wang Ling's ups and downs were finally more than half down.

He didn't expect that the stage of the ring master's station would be determined by mental confrontation...

On the contrary, this is what Wang Ling is good at. Compared with physical touch, mental output is actually relatively less harmful.

Coupled with the restriction of one-time talismans on the body, the damage caused by the mental duel can almost be ignored.

For example, in the defending part of being the ringleader, Wang Ling only needs to sit upright and calculate the function in his head.

Whoever dares to invade his mental space will immediately be entangled in countless parabolas, and then crash on the spot...

According to the memories of those who woke up after the battle with Wang Ling later.

Because the brain's calculations were too complicated at that time, they could no longer remember what happened at that time... They just felt that their minds were covered by a large parabola and mathematical symbols...

And after waking up, they didn't even have a trace of failure.

Instead, I feel very guilty for not learning mathematics well.

So at the scene of the game, some rumors spread.

"Hou Langsang... an amazing man! During the competition, he was calculating math problems..."

"Hou Langsang is really a gentle man. I heard that Yicang Weiming was injured, and Hou Langsang healed him. He actually healed his opponent."

"No wonder there are so many people joining the Gray Sect, I understand! This is a magical man!"

"So are the Jiudao and Gray Sect branches still recruiting people now? I'm pretty good at Chinese, and I'm good at math."

Wang Ling: "..."

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In the infinite galaxy, the original monk was playing backgammon against Hide.

Before the first game of chess was finished, the monk turned to use his "卍字曈" to project the scene of Wang Ling's game on the earth into the void.

He couldn't wait for the monk to leave as soon as he finished the game with himself.

But when he saw that the screen projected in the void was Wang Ling's game, the speed of the ball was deliberately slowed down a lot.

He pretended to be thinking about the chess game seriously, looking like he didn't care at all, but in fact he was quietly watching Wang Ling's every move from the corner of his eye.

"Hey, you really are not frank."

The monk couldn't help laughing: "If you want to watch it, just watch it openly. Poor monks have plenty of time."

He frowned: "Monk, you should know who he is..."

"Don't talk nonsense, the poor monk doesn't know."

Monk Jin Deng fiddled with the Buddhist beads in his hand, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and his expression looked extremely mysterious: "You already have the answer in your heart, don't you..."

He was silent for a while, but only said three words: "Mysterious thing."

The monk laughed: "Whimsical idea."

He let out a long breath: "But apart from this, I really can't think of the reason for his power."

"Destiny is still locked there, so it can't be him."

Monk Jin Deng shook his head and said: "I have thought about many possibilities, but in the end they were all rejected by myself. Have you seen the two swastikas of the poor monk? At the beginning, I only glimpsed its outline to test my identity. , and blinded the little monk’s swastika with the power of thousands of pupils."

"There is such a thing."

Hearing this, and Peng Xiren beside him were all stunned when they heard this.

They had never heard the monk mention it.

"It's too exaggerated, monk..."

Although Hyun had just suffered under Wang Ling's hands, he still didn't believe that Wang Ling would be so powerful...

I always feel that the monk's remarks are a bit exaggerated.

"If you don't believe me, you can try it." The monk smiled: "Now, you can go into the mind of Ling Zhenren and take a look. Use your mental power to try to invade it and you will know."

"What conspiracy do you have..." The ferocious expression was a little alert.

"It's just to answer your question. Practice is the truth, isn't it? If you are afraid, the poor monk will understand. After all, the poor monk is also afraid." The monk smiled.

"Oh, it's just a try! Just try it!" He snorted.

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a few seconds later...

Hideo closed his eyes and temporarily stopped thinking...