Traveling through the apocalypse to raise a beauty

Gu Yuan nodded: "That's true. If nothing unexpected happens, the top three teams will be us, Canming, Fenming, and Zichen. Zichen had a bye today so we didn't get to see their strength, but at today's elimination rate, we might face two of them tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

Wei Yang stared at the arena and continued, "Gu Yuan knows Wen Sheng. We are not afraid of Can Ming, but our understanding of Zi Chen only stays on the surface of his supernatural powers and class."

"Fen Mingxiao is also very strong." Lan Yun added.

Qiu Bieyi looked at the blue-and-white-haired boy who was watching the game seriously. The boy seemed to notice his gaze and turned to look at him with a friendly smile. Qiu Bieyi nodded and greeted him, "His ability is very special. He is a perverted existence in mental power."

Zhenqing frowned, lowered his head and said slowly: "Lingjie, I know him, his mental power is above Wensheng, and his ability is to control others. He has reached the peak of the third level. Today I can feel his power, and he should be able to control a living person... Although everyone has the ability to throw out some of their power to resist the invasion of mental power, they still need protection. Qiuqiu, are you sure you are okay?"

Qiu Bieyi held Zhenqing's hand tightly: "I'm fine. The elixir God gave me made me recover quickly."

Zhen Qing pursed her lips and looked at Qiu Bieyi, then compromised, "Okay, I agree, but you must say it if you feel uncomfortable. There's no need to sacrifice too much for a game."

Gu Yuan nodded: "Your Highness is right, it's just a game, there's no need to risk too much. Mental disorder is a very dangerous state, don't force yourself."

As soon as the words fell, Zhenqing felt that the person next to him disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The competition was over on stage, and Chanming School won. Although the fans of Chanming School were a little sad, friendship came first and competition came second. Everyone knew each other, so there were not many depressed emotions. Instead, they hugged each other to celebrate.

Wen Sheng's mental strength was somewhat overdrawn. He just smiled and then fell to the ground. Everyone rushed forward in panic to catch him, but a figure was faster. It was Gu Yuan.

Gu Yuan caught Wen Sheng and took out a handkerchief early to catch the blood that Wen Sheng spit out. He frowned slightly, thinking that the boy's injuries were too serious.

Mu Yao showed no mercy when she attacked him, and her body was probably covered in purple and blue marks.

The healing psychic prepared in the academy was already squatting next to Wen Sheng to treat him, but the effect was minimal. This was the price of becoming a psychic psychic player. They were powerful, but could not accept too much healing power and could only rely on drugs and self-repair, so the bodies of psychics were generally not in good condition.

Gu Yuan looked at Wen Sheng vomiting blood with an expressionless face. He took the water handed to him by Chi Xiaoman, took out a pill, and forced the struggling Wen Sheng to swallow it. Then he changed a handkerchief and wiped the blood from Wen Sheng's ear, waiting for the boy to recover.

Although it was not the first time they had seen it, the people on the field were still somewhat frightened when they saw Wen Sheng vomiting blood.

Gu Yuan picked up Wen Sheng and walked towards the lounge. The boy kicked open the door of the lounge and put him on the sofa.

The four people from Zhenqing, Mu Yao and Ling Jie also followed.

Qiu Bieyi raised his hand and gave Wen Sheng warm light-attribute treatment. He was already a demigod, and his healing power was gentle and powerful, so it was still of some help to Wen Sheng's injuries.

Gu Yuan's sleeves and chest were already stained with blood. He frowned, got up with disgust, and went to the bathroom to change into new clothes.

When he came out, Zhai Ling pushed the door open and walked over. "What's going on?"

Gu Yuan drank the water Wei Yang handed over and saw that Wen Sheng's condition had improved. "It's nothing serious, just overdrawn."

"Just overdrawn?" Zhai Ling frowned. He squatted down and felt the pulse: "That shouldn't be that serious, right?"

Chi Xiaoman lowered his head and said, "We have seen many doctors, and no matter how they checked, they all said it was normal. There is nothing wrong with the captain's health."

"It would be great if your uncle Zhai Xi was here." Zhai Ling felt his pulse and sighed, "His body can't bear such a strong mental force. The Wen family taught him physical skills to make his body stronger, but he is still unable to control the mental force of such a perverted mental ability. This cannot be avoided. It will be fine when he is a little older."

Lingjie licked his lips and said, "Professor Zhai, how old is it approximately?"

Zhai Ling looked at the young man who was asking the question. He stepped forward and felt Ling Jie's pulse, then said softly, "You and he will probably be able to settle down after you are sixteen years old."

Zhai Ling took out three or six bottles of medicine from the mustard seed space and handed them to Ling Jie and Gu Yuan: "The Soul-Solidifying Pill is of no use to you. Take this. I learned a little about alchemy from Zhai Xi back then, and I have some research in this area. Take this Soul-Stability Pill. It can stabilize your mental strength. Don't ask me for it again."

Zhai Ling didn't give them to Qiu Bieyi. These pills were useless to Qiu Bieyi, but he still reminded him. As he walked out, he said, "Ayi, don't overuse your mental power. Your body is weaker than theirs."

"I know, uncle." Qiu Bieyi nodded.

But within two seconds he came back again, leaving a message: "Oh, by the way, keep taking that disgusting Qingxin Pill, don't stop."

Lingjie and Qiubieyi’s faces turned pale: “...............” I hate it.

As soon as Zhai Ling left, Wen Sheng woke up. The boy spat out blood as soon as he woke up. Gu Yuan had changed his clothes and stood beside him, handing him a handkerchief. He looked around and saw a group of people gathered in the lounge.

"You guys..." Wen Sheng wiped the blood and was interrupted by Mu Yao as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Hey, are you awake?" The girl was sitting on the sofa, and she opened her mouth and made everyone in the room speechless: "Brother, I feel so sorry for you when you look like this~"