MTL - Supreme Demon-Chapter 15 Lingwu assessment

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Ling Feng lazily stretched out a lazy waist, springing up and moving with some stiff body.

Then he walked over and ate the pot of millet porridge.

Immediately, a few rattan strips were cut, each one was thick, and a large mountain stone was tied and tied to the body.

"Three thousand pounds!"

Ling Feng snorted, he must challenge the limits of flesh and blood, step by step, and finally reach the silver treasure.

Of course, it will suffer great pains, as if it was tempered, and some cultivators can even kill themselves to life.

"Boom"

When the three thousand pounds of rock and stone were pressed against the body, Ling Feng was completely buried alive, and the whole person was caught in the wild grass.

"It's heavy, but it can withstand!"

The sound of Ling Feng was hoarse, the flesh and blood were tight, and the roots and blue veins were clearly visible.

He stepped forward and struggled. Every step shook the earth, and it was dull, just a few steps. His cold sweat came down.

Even the eyelids are red, too heavy.

But to reach the silver treasure, this weight is not enough.

"咚" "咚"...

The barren hills tremble, the wild grass swayed, and the wind rushed forward, like a moving hill, the image was terrible.

If you are an ordinary person, you will be scared when you see it.

At this moment, Ling Feng was pulled out of a blood mark, and a piece of rock was shaking with his flesh and blood.

"One lap, two laps..."

Ling Feng mouth whispered.

This is the temper of the flesh and blood limit, and every lap is breaking the limits of physical fitness.

On the first lap, he felt very tired, short of breath, and fell at any time.

However, he eventually broke through a limit, breathing a lot more smoothly, and insisted on the third lap.

"Snoring..."

This is the same as flesh and blood baptism, let the physical energy break through again and again, climb up and step by step to reach the silver treasure.

"Hey..."

In the evening, Ling Feng was able to jog with a weight of three thousand pounds. Although the speed was very slow, it also broke the limit of flesh and blood.

A drop of sweat was found on the body, with a stinking smell.

It was an impurity of the body and was brought out by sweat.

On his body, the bronze jewels are getting deeper and deeper, and they are turning to silver.

Of course, the difference is still very far. According to Ling Feng's estimation, the silver treasure is afraid to raise the **** limit to 10,000 pounds.

He stopped and rushed to the small river under the barren hills and threw down the rocks.

"thump"

He jumped into the creek, cleaned the stains on his body, and fished a few small fish, hung around his waist and walked toward the barren hills thatched cottage.

"Little wind, small wind..."

Ling Qing has returned, standing in front of the thatched cottage, beckoning against Ling Feng, his face is filled with joy.

"sister."

Looking at Ling Qing has restored the face of blood, Ling Feng is also full of smiles, went over.

"Small wind, sit fast."

Ling Qing pulled Ling Feng over and pressed it on a piece of rock. He danced joyfully.

"Small wind, there is a good news today."

Ling Qing sold a pass and blinked.

"What good news?"

Ling Feng smiled and said, "Isn't someone bullying you, being beaten by a golden lion?"

"Hey, who wouldn’t open their eyes, the little gold is very strong, so some outsiders don’t dare to get close."

Ling Qing's little face has blossomed.

Today, she took the golden lion up the mountain, almost scared the teenagers outside the door, and went through one place, it was simply a bird and a beast.

Even the genius of the outside door, she met and trembled.

And like the four people of Lushan and Yufeng, they screamed and ran away. They have been scared by the golden lion.

Especially in Lushan, the six-level martial arts, the buttocks have blossomed, and they have lost their faces to their homes.

Now, Ling Qing has become a tyrant of the outer door of Lingwu College.

Even her teacher was quite moved. On several occasions, she wanted to take the remedy for exchange, but she was rejected by Ling Qing.

That is the "guardian" small gold, which is Lingfeng's acceptance.

"What good news is there?"

Looking at Ling Qingmei's flying color dance, Ling Feng could not help but chuckle.

"After three days, the examination of Lingwu College will begin."

Ling Qing is happy, said: "Little wind, this year you are physically strong, you should be able to enter Lingwu College."

This is her expectation, I hope that Ling Feng can also enter Lingwu College to practice like her.

Of course, this is also the dream of Juvenile Lingfeng.

Lingwu College has an assessment every year, and that assessment is to climb Lingwu Mountain.

There are a total of ninety-nine stone steps in Lingwu Mountain. A teenager can climb five stone steps and become a foreigner disciple of Lingwu College.

If you can climb 30 stone steps, you are eligible to enter the inner door to practice.

If it is able to board the ninety-ninth order, it will be regarded as a disciple of the Lingwu Academy, and it will be cultivated. It is said that the dean is supposed to teach himself.

Outer door, inner door, spiritual house!

This is the Lingwu Academy. For the division of disciples' talents, there is no doubt that the foreign disciples have limited resources. Like Lingqing, they can only get one of the lowest-level spirits every month. A **** Dan.

The inner disciples, the resources are much more, not the outside disciples, can be compared.

Of course, on the two doors, there is also the Lingyuan, which is the core of the entire Lingwu Academy. It will be cultivated with emphasis and resources will be much more than the inner door.

Of course, for the general warrior, even the outer door is extremely difficult to enter.

Juvenile Ling Feng will try every year, but unfortunately, after so many years, he can't even get the second stone step.

Looking at Ling Qing’s eagerly awaited eyes, Ling Feng’s heart sighed silently.

To be honest, he is not so eager for the Lingwu Academy. After all, he comes from the holy mountain. He is “reading” the three thousand volumes, and the practice is much stronger than the Lingwu Academy.

Light is a void, it is not what Lingwu College can have.

Moreover, he was originally Wu Sheng. If it was before, he could be regarded as a classic by the Dean of Lingwu College, and he did not need to listen to them nonsense.

However, Lingwu College has the resources he needs. He wants to quickly return to the realm of Wusheng. It is not enough to rely solely on the absorption of heaven and earth.

What's more, Ling Qing has been too bitter, and the cold hail is only suppressed by the **** Dan.

Ling Feng pondered for a moment, and immediately the bottom of the eye flashed a fine light.

"Hey, after three days, go check it out!"

He lazily stretched out a lazy waist, in any case, first get resources, medicinal herbs, etc., as for the practice of Lingwu College, I am sorry, he is not interested.

Of course, there is another reason he must go, that is the remedy!

"Well, Xiaofeng wants to cheer, like my sister, become a disciple of Lingwu College!" Ling Qing tightly grasped his fist.

Three days later, Ling Feng and Ling Qing simply packed up and then walked toward Wuling Mountain.

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