"I'm dead? I'm dead!" The cries kept echoing in Yang Ran's mind.

He took a few steps forward in a daze. This time, looking at his body, Yang Ran suddenly felt no trace of panic or fear.

With a stunned look on his face, he closed his wide-open blood-red eyes with a gentle touch of his hand, then helped him fall down on the soil, grabbed the soil with one hand and sprinkled it on his body.

"Boom!!"

The thunder in the sky became more violent, and suddenly, huge raindrops fell down, and soon it was pouring down.

Yang Ran's vision gradually blurred, and he could no longer see the road ahead, but tears kept dripping from his eyes, mixed with rain, and fell one after another on his body.

…

"Brother, brother, wake up, don't scare Meng'er!" In his blur of consciousness, Yang Ran seemed to hear someone calling his name, but he felt severe pain all over his body, as if he had been cut by a knife, and he couldn't even raise his eyelids.

No strength at all.

His mind was still filled with the sadness just now. Yang Ran had a splitting headache, but he still tried to clear his mind.

He knew clearly that he was still alive, which meant that the scene just now was just an illusion.

But now, why am I injured for no apparent reason?

Could it be that the scene in the dream was real?

Are you really dead?

This absurd idea lingered in Yang Ran's mind, as if it was reality.

Just when Yang Ran was sorting out his thoughts, he suddenly felt some cold moisture on his face, and then someone gently lay on his body. There was a faint sound of sobbing, so his chest was gradually wet with tears.

.

Yang Ran was very tired, but fortunately he still had the last strength to activate the golden energy to recuperate. He slowly healed him. After a long time, when he regained some clarity and strength, he opened his eyes vigorously. In his blurred vision, he saw a clean figure.

Simple dormitory.

After being stunned for a moment, when the thunder and lightning scene gradually faded away, Yang Ran turned his eyes and looked at Meng'er lying on his chest, and then shouted hoarsely: "Meng'er."

This sound was very weak, but to Meng'er's ears, it was like the sound of nature. She raised her head and looked at Yang Ran blankly, with endless surprise and endless joy on her face.

"Brother!" Meng'er's red and swollen eyes suddenly burst into tears. She wiped the tears on her face with her little hands, opened her brightest smile, and then her whole body fell on Yang Ran.

"Ahem!" This collision was no small matter. Yang Ran coughed a few times. Seeing this, Meng'er panicked and hurriedly pulled away, looking at Yang Ran with a confused look on his face.

Although he had been with Meng'er for more than half a month, Yang Ran had never seen this silent little girl so happy. Suddenly, a warmth surged in his heart, and the sadness in his heart seemed to have faded a lot. He said warmly: "Silly girl

, go get a glass of water."

"Yes." Meng'er responded, and quickly stood up and poured a glass of water over. She held the large water glass in her two small hands and carefully handed it to Yang Ran's lips.

With a stream of clear water in his throat, Yang Ran felt much better. After trying hard to circulate the energy in his body, he finally gained some strength and propped himself up to sit up.

He stabilized his mind, looked at Meng'er beside him, remembered everything that had happened before, thought for a while and asked: "Meng'er, do you know what happened?"

There were still tears on Meng'er's face, and she shook her head: "When Meng'er woke up, she saw her brother lying down. He was still crying and talking in his sleep. No matter how he screamed, Meng'er couldn't wake him up."

Yang Ran, who had guessed the answer a long time ago, sighed in his heart. He stretched out his arms and hugged Meng'er, and said softly: "Brother, isn't it okay? Brother will never leave Meng'er."

"Yes." Meng'er, who was held in her arms, sobbed in response. Her little hands held Yang Ran tightly, as if she was afraid that if she let go, she would lose him again.

Yang Ran, who was holding her in his arms, sighed secretly in his heart. There were more and more mysteries surrounding Meng'er. How should he solve them...

Meng'er was safe and sound, and Yang Ran finally breathed a sigh of relief. However, he was injured for no apparent reason, and it was destined that he would have to use gold energy to heal his injuries throughout the night.

After racing against time for treatment, it was not until the sun rose the next day that he felt that the injuries in his body were completely healed.

In the early morning, Mo Yuxi and Elizabeth were naturally very happy to see Yang Ran and Meng'er returning safely.

So, after briefly explaining to them, Yang Ran followed them to the square where the competition was held.

Since there are ten places to enter the "Fantasy Immortal Pond", the competition between sixteen and eight can be called the pinnacle showdown of this "Spiritual Pond Battle".

On this day, the grand occasion was far greater than the previous days. Not only were the auditoriums packed and crowded, but more than ten extra seats were added at the front of the square, and all of them were occupied by distinguished elders of the college, and even the third figure in the college - the big brother.

Elder Li Yufeng was among them.

However, what surprised Yang Ran was that their mentor who had disappeared for many days, the wretched old man Zheng Yuhong, was also sitting on the elders' table. He was wearing a green gown, pretending to be an immortal master, and was chatting with Li Yufeng.

Laughter, intimate conversation.

"Qian Wu, Yu Xi, isn't that Instructor Zheng? Why is he also sitting at the elders' table?" Elizabeth also noticed this abnormality and asked in shock.

Yang Ran smiled, "Maybe I haven't seen you for a few days, but Teacher Zheng has been promoted to elder by the college."

"How is that possible? Even if you are promoted, the college will hold a grand coronation ceremony!" Elizabeth has a simple personality and obviously did not understand the ridicule in Yang Ran's words.

"Boom!"

Yang Ran was about to speak again, but at this moment a powerful bell rang in the square, overwhelming the noise in the entire square.

Yang Ran subconsciously looked at the elder's chair, and sure enough, he saw Li Yufeng, the great elder, slowly standing up. His aura was long and lingering. Although it was not outwardly visible, the oppressive feeling of a strong man in his movements made him feel uncomfortable.

The noise in the entire square slowly calmed down.

Li Yufeng's eyes swept across the surroundings, and until the entire square fell into silence, he said loudly: "Now, please all the students who have entered the top 16 to come to the Beiwu Stage."

The mountain breeze blew, white clouds drifted, and there was a slight commotion in the square, and then people came out one after another and walked towards the front of the square.

Yang Ran, after briefly explaining a few words to Mo Yuxi and others, walked towards the Beiwu Terrace at the front of the square.

After a while, all the top 16 came to Beiwu Terrace. Of course, people like Long Fuhuai and Liu Yifeng who knew each other among them all said hello to Yang Ran.

But soon, everyone looked towards the elders' table, waiting for Li Yufeng to announce the start of the competition among the top 16.

Li Yufeng's eyes swept over the sixteen people one by one, and one of them strangely lingered on Yang Ran for a while longer.

He spoke again, and his clear voice resounded throughout the square: "In the past, the ten places that entered the Fantasy Fairy Pond were all the top eight plus two students recommended by the elders. But this year, after the elders,

After discussions with the chairman and the vice president, we made some changes."

Have the rules of competition changed?

The square was in an uproar, and the expressions of the sixteen people on the Beiwu Platform changed. This was a rare sight in a thousand years. They hurriedly calmed down, for fear of missing every word Li Yufeng said.

Seemingly satisfied with everyone's surprise, Li Yufeng smiled slightly, and then continued: "The rules are actually very simple. The venue for the competition is only Beiwu Terrace. Among the sixteen of you, whether you fight alone or form an alliance in twos and threes, as long as you stay in

One of the last ten people on the martial stage will be qualified to enter the Fantasy Fairy Pond!"

Big melee? The top 16 match turned out to be a passionate melee!

The simple words immediately caused a commotion, and in an instant, there was a lot of discussion in the square. After all, such a rule has not been seen for thousands of years, but if you think about it carefully, there are more hidden and profound meanings in it.

A sixteen-person melee is no better than a two-person duel, not only because it will make the battle more tragic, but also in a large melee, the weighing of the pros and cons and the observation of the overall situation are more important. Even if you form an alliance with others, it does not rule out the sudden betrayal of allies for the sake of interests.

Sneak attack, etc.

Therefore, it can be said that this is not just a simple competition, but also a comprehensive test of cultivation and mind!

Of course, it is more difficult for the contestants, but it is a great blessing for the audience. When they think of more than a dozen strong men at the peak of the Yuan Dan realm and the spiritual pulse realm competing in the same field, everyone's hearts are suddenly ignited with hot expectations.
Chapter completed!