Interstellar False Prophet

what is that?

Those students who were protected by protective shields saw Fang Xingchen standing behind the three of Dongfang Xiaohao, who seemed to be holding something in his hand, and threw it towards the vampire armor herd.Then dozens of large and small vampire armored beasts were blown to pieces.

All the students present felt a powerful wave of mental power.However, that powerful mental power seemed to be aimed only at that group of vampire armored beasts.It didn't affect the three of Dongfang Xiaohao standing in front of the vampire armored beast.Otherwise, it is impossible for the three people who are so close to each other to have nothing to do.

"What is that, so powerful?" Even through the screen, Samba seemed to be able to feel the powerful power of the thing Fang Xingchen threw out.Judging from the destructive power of that thing, it is more powerful than the full blow of his high-level ternary mental power user.

But, why is the light of spiritual power emitted by that thing golden?

Whether it was the students who had pressed the distress alarm or the instructors on the aircraft, they all thought that Fang Xingchen had used some powerful weapon just now.That's why a group of blood-sucking armored beasts were wiped out all at once.However, only the three of Dongfang Xiaohao knew that Fang Xingchen didn't use any weapons at all just now.He uses mental power.

"A master..." Dongfang Xiaohao turned around and looked at Fang Xingchen with a moved face.He clearly said he would not make a move, but seeing that they were in danger, the master still made a move.Sure enough, masters are not the kind of people who will die without saving them.

Ji Minglang and Lan Yuefeng were also surprised.

The Mentors' aircraft landed.After the door of the aircraft was opened, Samba led a dozen instructors in the aircraft and walked down.The protective shield covering those students was lifted.

Samba walked up to Fang Xingchen and asked, "What weapon did you use just now?" The surveillance only saw Fang Xingchen seem to take something out of his pocket.The thing emitted a burst of golden light, and then threw it into the group of vampire armor beasts, and then exploded.A group of mid-level one-yuan vampires were killed.

Fang Xingchen didn't want to reveal his identity so quickly, after all, with He Jiuzhou, he was just a super god-level special spiritual power user.Rather than a spiritual power user with super high combat effectiveness.Otherwise, it will be difficult to explain at that time.So in order to conceal his identity, Fang Xingchen deliberately pretended to take something out of his pocket.

In fact, he just compressed his spiritual power.After seeing a strong spiritual force compressed, the attack power that burst out suddenly was several times that of the usual attack.

Facing Samba's questioning, Fang Xingchen raised his head slightly, his voice seemed a little cold and said: "It doesn't matter what weapon I used just now. The important thing is that the sandstorm is coming."

Fang Xingchen is not a kind person, and maybe because he followed Master, his personality also followed Master's indifference.However, Fang Xingchen is still not willing to watch thousands of people die in the desert of the Eastern Han Dynasty if it does not hinder him or trouble him.

"Sandstorm?" Samba immediately pulled his face down when he heard these two words, "What nonsense are you talking about? How could there be a sandstorm here?"

"Yeah, Fang Xingchen, don't talk nonsense. Before you came to the competition, we had predicted the weather in the Eastern Han Desert for the past few days, and there was no problem. There would be no sandstorms." A female instructor behind Samba Fang Xingchen stopped drinking.She is the mentor who manages the entry list.

Maybe it's because the female tutor became a mother. When she knew that Samba was deliberately targeting Fang Xingchen, the female tutor didn't want Fang Xingchen to offend Samba again.Because predicting the weather is what Samba is following up on.

What a sandstorm is, everyone present knows that once a sandstorm occurs in the Eastern Han Dynasty desert, thousands of students may all be buried in the desert.

"I'll just say it once. As for how to do it, I advise you to ask the dean." Fang Xingchen didn't want to say anything more since he had already clearly reminded him.

This kid is threatening him with the dean?The sun in this desert is scorching hot, at most there is only a breeze, the sky is clear, where is the sandstorm coming from?This kid wouldn't want to use the sandstorm as an excuse to call all the students back into the aircraft, and then sneak off to find the desert red ants by himself, right?

After all, he has such powerful weapons, so he has no problem dealing with desert red ants.As for where Fang Xingchen got such a powerful weapon, there is no need to guess, it must have been given by the dean.

"Fang Xingchen, this is a competition, not a place for you to joke. Are you talking about sandstorms? Don't think that you can do whatever you want because you have a good relationship with the dean. Don't forget, I am in charge of the competition here. "

Originally, Samba had a better impression of Fang Xingchen, but it turned out to be even worse now.Why?Because Fang Xingchen is very selfish and has no sense of unity.

He obviously had a weapon in his hand that could deal with the vampire armored beast, but he watched so many students get injured and didn't use it.Instead, he hid behind so many people and waited until almost all the students had lost their combat effectiveness before running out and using that powerful weapon.It is obvious that they deliberately want those students to eliminate themselves.

From Samba's point of view, Fang Xingchen used that weapon entirely because of himself, not because of Dongfang Xiaohao and the others.

Therefore, Samba also thought he was talking nonsense about the sandstorm and ignored him at all.He didn't intend to contact the dean, so he just waved his hand and asked the instructor behind him to bring the students who had pressed the distress device to the aircraft.

It's not just Samba who has the same idea, other instructors, and those students who have lost their qualifications for the competition also think so.

So after the shock, those students all stared at Fang Xingchen with murderous eyes.

"It's too much. You obviously have such a powerful weapon, why don't you use it? He's still hiding behind us. At first, I felt sorry for him. I really didn't expect him to be such a person."

"Selfish, cold-blooded, and vicious. Seeing that we are about to be killed by the vampire armored beast, we have no intention of making a move. Let us protect him? Bah, what the hell."

"Damn it, I have never seen such a beating person. With such a powerful weapon, why use it earlier? This is only the first round of the competition, and there is no limit to the number of promotions. It is necessary to use such a despicable weapon. Is it a means? A sandstorm, wait a minute, is there going to be a tornado or something?"

"He is really a three-year-old kid as a mentor, so easy to deceive. Just wait, even if you let him pass the first round, so what, he will still be eliminated in the second round. I don't believe the dean It can also favor him and directly let him participate in the interstellar preliminary competition."

"Who is it? It's simply embarrassing to the dean."

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What those students said was ugly, Dongfang Xiaohao wanted to refute, the master is not the kind of person they said at all.However, he was held back by Ji Minglang.

Lan Yuefeng looked back at Fang Xingchen, wanting to see what Fang Xingchen would say, or directly let these people see his true strength.

But nothing, Fang Xingchen didn't give any explanation, and didn't even show any expression on the face of those students' verbal abuse and reprimand.It seemed that he didn't take those people's words to heart at all, but looked at Samba with a complicated look and asked, "You don't believe it?"

Samba sneered: "Do you think I will believe it? Do you think you are a super god-level prophet? If there is a sandstorm, there will be a sandstorm? Fang Xingchen, if you want to win the game, you can't just rely on words .let's go."

Samba turned around, leading the instructors and the students to get on the aircraft.

"You guys leave too." Fang Xingchen looked at Dongfang Xiaohao and the others.

Dongfang Xiaohao said excitedly: "Master, what are you talking about? We are going to participate in the competition with you. Don't worry, you don't need to do anything to hunt desert red ants. We and Ji Minglang can handle it by ourselves."

Ji Minglang nodded, "Yes, our competition, we will do it ourselves."

Wanting to compare the two, Lan Yuefeng asked Fang Xingchen with a serious face, "Sandstorm, are you sure?"

Fang Xingchen glanced at Lan Yuefeng, "What do you think? You still have a few seconds to make a choice."

Lan Yuefeng didn't know if Fang Xingchen was a prophet, but he knew that as Fang Xingchen, he didn't bother to lie.Although he didn't know how Fang Xingchen knew the sandstorm was coming, but after reaching that level, he must possess extraordinary power.

Compared with the competition, of course, life is the most important thing.Sandstorm, even a saint-level powerhouse may not be able to retreat completely when facing a sandstorm.

Although Lan Yuefeng didn't want to act like he was greedy for life and afraid of death in front of Fang Xingchen, but knowing that he would die, he insisted on going his own way, which was even more stupid behavior.

Therefore, after taking a deep look at Fang Xingchen, Lan Yuefeng pressed the distress instrument on his arm.

After hearing the movement, Samba and the students who hadn't stepped on the aircraft immediately looked back at Lanyue Peak.

Could it be that Lan Yuefeng gave up the competition on his own?He wouldn't be that stupid, did he really believe Fang Xingchen's nonsense?

Seeing that Lan Yuefeng pressed the distress instrument without hesitation and gave up the game, Dongfang Xiaohao and Ji Minglang seemed to understand something, and looked at Fang Xingchen in unison.

Fang Xingchen didn't explain anything, just looked at them and said, "There are still 10 minutes."

Dongfang Xiaohao and Ji Minglang finally understood what was going on, and after hesitating for a while, they also pressed the distress instrument on their arms.

Samba, who was walking at the end, frowned immediately after seeing this scene.He didn't expect that the three students, Lan Yuefeng, actually believed Fang Xingchen's words and gave up the competition.

The other students couldn't believe that the three of them would be so stupid.But the truth is right in front of us.

Since the three of them gave up the competition, according to the regulations, of course, the three of them should also be brought on the aircraft, and they will be sent back to the academy when it is about the same time.

"Master, you..." Before getting on the aircraft, Ji Minglang and Dongfang Xiaohao both looked back at Fang Xingchen, hesitating as if they wanted to say something.

Fang Xingchen glanced at them, then at the endless desert behind, and couldn't help but said, "Tell the dean."

Ji Minglang and Dongfang Xiaohao, who understood Fang Xingchen's meaning, nodded.Then the hatch of the aircraft closed.

Watching the aircraft take off, Fang Xingchen turned and looked back at the endless desert behind.He has already said what should be said, as for whether those mortals can survive, it has nothing to do with him.

After the aircraft took off, Dongfang Xiaohao and Ji Minglang immediately asked to get back their communication requests.However, Samba did not give it.

"Your communicator will not be returned to you until you return to the academy."

"Teacher, didn't you hear what the master said just now? Sandstorm, once a sandstorm occurs in the Eastern Han Desert, those students in the desert will die." Dongfang Xiaohao's eyes were red, although he is not very kind People, but they can't watch so many students from the same academy die.

Ji Minglang also had the same thoughts, so he also begged: "Mr. Samba, you don't need to give us the communicator, then please tell the dean about this matter, how about letting the dean decide? Time is running out , Teacher Samba, please contact the dean quickly!"

Lan Yuefeng also persuaded: "Yes, Teacher Samba, no matter what the matter is, you have to contact the dean, this is a big deal!"

However, in the face of the three of you, it seems that there will be sandstorms in the Eastern Han Desert.Samba lowered his face and said in a cold voice: "What are you three thinking about? Sandstorm? If there is a sandstorm, wouldn't I know? What do you think the weather monitoring station of our college is doing? Dean I'm very busy, since he entrusted me with the competition, I'll be responsible if something goes wrong. It's not up to you students to teach me how to do things."

Samba was really angry, he didn't know why the three of them believed Fang Xingchen's words in such a panic, but at this moment his impression of Fang Xingchen had dropped to the bottom.

"Mentor..." Dongfang Xiaohao wanted to say something, but Samba yelled directly: "Shut up, from now on, you are not allowed to say any more. Otherwise, 30 credits will be deducted from you."

After speaking, Samba turned around and left.

The other students in the aircraft began to mock the three of them.

"Hehe, did I say that the three of you have no brains? Do you also believe such nonsense as sandstorms?"

"That is, if it was really a sandstorm, why didn't Fang Xingchen give up the game? Could it be that he, an ordinary person, is stronger than you mental power users and can withstand the sandstorm?"

"Don't be stupid, let's not talk about Fang Xingchen, an ordinary person without any spiritual power. Even our dean, the opposite sandstorm can only escape. Those of you who regard him as a friend are stupid and believe his words Bullshit."

"Fang Xingchen is a despicable villain. He even lied to you friends, which is enough to prove how corrupt his moral character is."

"No, the master is actually..." Dongfang Xiaohao opened his mouth, but was stopped by Ji Minglang, "Stop talking. It's useless."

"But what the master said is true. Ji Minglang, why didn't you tell your mentor?" Dongfang Xiaohao didn't understand.

"Speak? What should I say? You have also seen that the instructors don't believe what the experts say. No matter how much we say, they won't believe it." Do you think Ji Minglang doesn't want to persuade the instructors like Samba?But look at Samba's resolute disbelief just now and you will know the result.Without any proof, they wouldn't believe it.It seems that they have no way to fulfill the master's entrustment.

Now I can only rely on the sandstorm that the experts said was just a false alarm, if it is true...

Ji Minglang suddenly didn't dare to imagine anymore.

Lan Yuefeng actually wanted to go forward to persuade him just now, but seeing Samba's attitude, he chose to give up.

Looking down from the window, you can still see Fang Xingchen standing in place.

Lan Yuefeng frowned deeply. If there was a sandstorm, those students who stayed in the desert would be doomed.At that time, Kyushu College will definitely be in chaos. This responsibility is not something that Samba can take on as a mentor.

It wasn't until the aircraft in the sky disappeared from his eyes that Fang Xingchen turned and looked at the high desert mountains in the distance.

Then he closed his eyes.A powerful aura began to spread around with his spiritual consciousness.

"Clap clap clap..."

Within a few kilometers nearby, the monitors hidden in cacti and rocks all emitted a burst of white fire.All were destroyed.

After destroying all the surveillance cameras, Fang Xingchen's figure disappeared directly in place.

And Samba, who was in the surveillance, saw that the surveillance images of the area where Fang Xingchen was located had all turned into snowflakes, and immediately stood up and asked, "What's the matter, why is there no image from the surveillance in the area within eight kilometers to the east of the desert?"

"Let me take a look." The instructor of the Academy of Science and Technology, who is in charge of maintaining various equipment, stepped forward immediately. After checking, he said to Samba: "There is no problem with the monitoring circuit and program. It should be that the monitor is broken."

Samba couldn't believe it and said: "The monitor is broken? Just one, so many monitors within a few kilometers are broken?"

"Yes, everything is broken." The instructor of the Academy of Science and Technology said.

Do this now?Although Samba has a bad impression of Fang Xingchen, Fang Xingchen is also a student of the academy and the son of the dean, so Fang Xingchen must not have any accidents.

But at this time, it is too late to send someone to replace the monitoring equipment.

Do you want to send a small spaceship to follow Fang Xingchen?

Just as Samba was thinking about how to deal with it, suddenly, his communicator rang.

Samba saw that it was actually the dean.Why did the dean send him a communication all of a sudden?

After hesitating for a while, Samba pressed the connect button.

As soon as the dean's face appeared on the virtual screen, he immediately asked Samba: "Samba, did Fang Xingchen participate in the competition? How dare you let the students participate in the competition without the consent of me and the students themselves?"

Samba didn't expect the dean to know so quickly, so he didn't hide it anymore: "Dean, you can't let Fang Xingchen go on absurdly just because your relationship with Fang Xingchen is not simple. It is precisely because of his relationship with you It's not easy, so I think it's more important to let him grow up in a difficult environment. Blindly spoiling him will only harm him."

"What nonsense are you talking about? I order you to bring Fang Xingchen back immediately." He Jiuzhou didn't understand what Samba was talking about at all. After he got the news that Fang Xingchen had participated in the competition, he immediately contacted Samba.He didn't expect Samba to be so bold as to add Fang Xingchen's name to the competition list without authorization.

Samba just felt that He Jiuzhou was spoiling Fang Xingchen and didn't want Fang Xingchen to be hurt at all, so he asked him to send Fang Xingchen back immediately.

In his opinion, it was because of He Jiuzhou's doting that Fang Xingchen was so unscrupulous.So he felt that the dean should be made aware of Fang Xingchen's bad behavior.

"Dean, do you know? Fang Xingchen not only refused to save the other students, but also made up lies about the sandstorm, deceiving the students to give up participating in the competition. Do you want to continue to condone such a bad behavior, Dean? "

"Sandstorm's lie? What kind of lie?" He Jiuzhou asked.

Samba said: "He told us that a sandstorm is coming, trying to make other students give up the competition automatically. Already three students believed his words and gave up the competition automatically. Among them is a student with good strength, Lan Yuefeng."

"What?" He Jiuzhou's eyes widened suddenly upon hearing what Samba said, "He really said that?"

Samba thought that He Jiuzhou was angry, and thought to himself, the dean finally understood how much Fang Xingchen had done, and said: "Yes, he said categorically, did he think he was a prophet? He said there was a sandstorm Is there a sandstorm?"

Fucking Fang Xingchen is a prophet.He Jiuzhou directly took the case, "Quick, Samba, order to go down immediately, go and bring all the students back immediately, go quickly."

"What? Dean, do you really believe it?" Samba didn't expect He Jiuzhou to say Fang Xingchen's words.

At this time, He Jiuzhou was already anxious like an ant on a hot pot. Seeing that Samba hadn't made any moves, he was furious, "Why don't you go soon?"

"Why?" Samba is the kind of person who is very persistent. Before he gets an accurate answer, will he act?

At this time, He Jiuzhou wished he could fly over and beat up Samba, because he was too anxious about the sandstorm to conceal Fang Xingchen's identity.

"Why? Because Fang Xingchen is a prophet, and he is a super god-level prophet."

"What?" Samba was stunned, and a tutor ran in in a panic, "It's not good, it's not good, tutor Samba, the wind speed in the Eastern Han desert is accelerating, and the sandstorm will arrive in 5 minutes Eastern Han Desert."

"What did you say?" Samba grabbed the mentor's collar and stared wide-eyed.

The instructor trembled all over and said: "It's a sandstorm, the sandstorm is really coming."

As soon as the instructor said this, all the instructors in the monitoring room were shocked.

Samba immediately said in a hurry: "Quickly, tell the other aircraft to pick up all the students, go quickly."

5 minutes is not enough to bring all the students back to the aircraft.

Out of thousands of students, only over 800 students were picked up, and there were more than [-] students who interfered with the positioning signal due to the sandstorm.The monitoring also lost the picture, and they could not be brought back.

Among them are Zhao Wuji, the number one master of this session, and Fang Xingchen.

The sunny desert has been shrouded in darkness, and the gust of flying sand and rocks is getting stronger and stronger.The three aircraft had to give up the search and took off to leave the Eastern Han Desert.

When He Jiuzhou learned that Fang Xingchen had stayed in the desert of the Eastern Han Dynasty, he immediately flew over from the academy in an aircraft.

At this time, in front of Fang Xingchen, who was rushing to the old nest of the desert red ants, stood a man in black who was not kind.