Starry Continent, Qinglan Sect.
At noon, the warm sunshine makes people feel tired, and the whole world becomes brighter and clearer.
It was supposed to be meal time, but in the green bamboo forest, there was a young man sitting cross-legged, eyes closed, eyebrows slightly wrinkled from time to time, looking very unhappy.
"It still doesn't work," the young man muttered lazily, with neither happiness nor sadness on his face.
"After five years, I still can't use the power in my body.
Am I really a combination of waste and genius?"
The young man looked depressed, mentally complaining that God was unfair.
The boy's name is Zhao Yufan.
He was originally an all-powerful master on the earth.
He died unexpectedly while practicing five years ago.
When he woke up again, he found that he had come to a strange world, and his soul was fused with a Qinglan Sect.
The useless disciple who accidentally fell into the water.
Qinglan Sect is one of the six major sects in the Zimang Empire.
It has great prestige.
There are more than 100,000 disciples in the sect, and the competition is very fierce.
Zhao Yufan is now the lowest disciple.
Thinking back to those days, Zhao Yufan relied on his tyrannical strength, superb alchemy skills, and miraculous weapon refining skills on earth, and was known as a genius rarely seen in ten thousand years, but now he has become a waste.
It is not accurate to say that he is a waste, because he is more terrifying than other wastes.
At least disciples who have been in Qinglan Sect for more than a year will never provoke him.
"Trash is just trash.
Anyway, even if you are trash, no one dares to challenge me head-on."
Zhao Yufan touched his nose narcissistically and comforted himself, but he was still unwilling to accept it in his heart.
In a world like the Starry Continent where the jungle is strong, only the strong can survive.
Become the strong to survive "People are iron, food is steel.
If you don't eat one meal, you will feel hungry.
No matter you are a genius or a loser, you have to eat.
I will surpass those geniuses in terms of appetite."
Zhao Yufan patted his butt, straightened his clothes, and held his head high. walked towards the dining hall.
There was a lot of noise in the Qinglan Sect dining hall.
People gathered together in twos and threes, talking about some weird things.
Zhao Yufan swayed with a piece of food for three people, placed it on an empty seat, and started eating furiously.
The disciples around him were not surprised by Zhao Yufan's appetite.
Although they despised him, they were also afraid of him.
As usual, everyone was immersed in talking about Zhao Yufan in low voices.
From time to time, some people cast strange, surprised and complicated looks at him.
"Depending on whether Zhao Yufan is a waste?"
"He must be a waste, but don't mess with him."
"A piece of trash is more arrogant than us, and I get angry just looking at it."
"Keep your voice down, don't let him hear you, he is no ordinary waste."
"Yes, yes, don't offend him.
Anyone who offends him will become a real waste."
Zhao Yufan slowly raised his head and stared at the disciples discussing around him with a dull look in his eyes and a sly smile on his lips.
His action seemed simple, but with such a simple action, the surroundings suddenly fell silent.
The disciples who were talking about him just now all bowed their heads and ate obediently.
No one dared to speak, and even the sound of breathing became much quieter. .
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Suddenly, a loud voice sounded with a very disdainful tone.
"Trash is trash, what's there to be afraid of?
Look at the way he eats, he's just an idiot."
Zhao Yufan frowned slightly and continued to eat wildly, as if what he said just now was not an insult to him.
Everyone looked at the speaker.
This person was Wang Yu, a genius disciple who had just come to Qinglan Sect.
Not long after Wang Yu came to Qingyun Sect, he became the 70th master on the Qingyun Ranking, and was called a genius for a while.
Qinglan Sect has three types of disciples: elite, inner sect, and outer sect.
The three types of disciples live in three different places.
The lowest-status outer sect disciples like Zhao Yufan and others can only live in the outer courtyard of Qinglan Sect.
If they want to To live in the inner courtyard, the first condition is to become an inner disciple.
There are hundreds of masters on the Qingyun Ranking.
These 100 people are the strongest 100 among the outer disciples, and they are extremely powerful.
Not long after Wang Yu came to the outer sect, he ranked 72nd on the Qingyun Ranking, and his reputation as a genius was well-deserved.
"Trash, grandpa is calling you, did you hear it?"
Wang Yu cursed arrogantly and walked towards Zhao Yufan angrily.
He thought to himself, a trash can dare to ignore his words, so today is a good time to show him some color.
Also let people around you know how awesome you are.
Zhao Yufan had a calm look on his face and still immersed himself in eating.
Even when Wang Yu came up to him, he ignored him and instead made his chewing sound louder to deliberately annoy Wang Yu.
"Wang Yu, forget it."
"Yeah, don't provoke him."
"Wang Yu, leave quickly, you can't afford to offend him."
Several disciples around him kindly reminded Wang Yu, but it sounded to Wang Yu that they were looking down on him.
He was a genius on the Qingyun Ranking.
How could he be afraid of being a waste?
His heart burned with anger, and he slapped Zhao Yufan hard with his big and powerful hands.
Shoulder.
"Pa" With one pat, Zhao Yufan's arm made a snapping sound.
Everyone watched Zhao Yufan pull his limp right arm in an instant, and they all knew that his right arm was broken off by Wang Yu.
Seeing this scene, everyone opened their mouths, as if they had seen something terrifying.
Everyone looked at Wang Yu in shock, as if they were looking at an idiot.
Wang Yu dared to hit Zhao Yufan.
Didn't he know the consequences of hitting Zhao Yufan?
There were many losers in Qinglan Sect, but Zhao Yufan was the only loser who could not be provoked.
This was This is something that all the outer disciples of the Qinglan Sect know.
The corner of Zhao Yufan's mouth twitched slightly when his arm was broken, but he immediately recovered and continued to eat wildly.
It looked very strange.
Even Wang Yu was so frightened that he froze in place.
"Trash, trash, I'm beating you, what can you do?"
Wang Yu gritted his teeth, holding back the inexplicable chill in his heart, and asked sharply.
Zhao Yufan stood up slowly, touched his broken right arm, stared at Wang Yu, and smiled coldly: "Haha, no one has dared to hit me in the past five years."
After saying this, he walked away, leaving only Wang Yu looked stunned.
As soon as Zhao Yufan left, the surrounding disciples started making noises.
"Wang Yu is finished."
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"Hey, you are such an idiot.
If you dare to hit Zhao Yufan, you are simply seeking death."
"Wang Yu is an idiot.
After what happened five years ago, no one ranked below 50 on the Qingyun List dared to offend Zhao Yufan.
Wang Yu is only ranked 72nd, so he dares to offend him.
He is clearly looking for death."
Hearing everyone talking, Wang Yu's face turned red with anger.
He clearly defeated that good-for-nothing, why did these people laugh at him, "Shut up, you are blind.
That good-for-nothing was defeated by me.
You didn't see it?"
In the crowd, a young man in black robe looked at Wang Yu coldly and said playfully: "You did defeat Zhao Yufan, but you don't know that five years ago, fifty disciples humiliated and injured Zhao Yufan, but just On the second day after they committed crimes against Zhao Yufan, they undoubtedly returned to the first level of junior warriors, becoming the lowest warriors and turning into trash."
In the early stage of martial arts, there are three levels: junior warrior, intermediate warrior, and senior warrior.
The three levels are further divided into ten levels.
The first level of junior warrior is the starting point of martial arts training.
If the cultivation level is reduced to the first level of junior warrior, then one has to practice again.
"So what?"
Wang Yu suppressed the fear in his heart and asked through gritted teeth.
The young man in black robe looked around, smiled coldly, and said to himself: "I remember that in addition to the fifty ordinary disciples, there are ten guys on the Qingyun Ranking.
They have also offended Zhao Yufan, and they were not spared.
On the second day, my strength also returned to the first level of junior warrior.
I remember that the most powerful guy among the ten should be ranked 50th on the Qingyun Ranking, while you, Wang Yu, are only ranked 72nd. " "The geniuses who once offended Zhao Yufan have all become ordinary disciples.
Some have even become ordinary people, living an ordinary life.
You, Wang Yu, will also turn from genius to waste after tomorrow."
Wang Yu's eyes almost bulged out, he clenched his fists tightly and shouted: "Impossible" The young man in black robe smiled coldly, with sharp eyes, and recalled: "I remember that seven of the inner disciples had offended Zhao Yufan.
They were inner disciples and were more powerful than you group of outer disciples.
But the day after they offended Zhao Yufan, It is still inevitable that his strength will return to the first level of a junior warrior."
"You, you're talking nonsense."
Wang Yu took a step back and looked at the black-robed boy in shock.
"Maybe, I don't hope it's true, but I was one of those seven people.
At that time, my strength was a sixth-level intermediate warrior."
Sixth Level Intermediate Warrior He is an invincible being in the outer sect, and the current number one on the Qingyun Ranking is only a fifth-level intermediate warrior.
Wang Yu looked at the people leaving one after another, his eyes dull, like wood.
He numbly returned to his room, and he quietly waited for the next day.
Maybe this is the last day for Wang Yu to be called a genius.
Tomorrow, according to the consequences of offending Zhao Yufan, he will change from an eighth-level junior warrior to a first-level junior warrior, and from a genius to a waste: