Ling Ziying's own strength is not weak, and she is the main branch, so she had the opportunity to get one of the three interview places and come to Jiulan Academy to study.

He came in a hurry, but he didn't expect that within two days, he was affected by Ling Luo again and ate the teacher.

Ling Yue saw that his brother was kicked, and he almost fell, so he came over to help him with a panicked face.

"Brother, you're fine, right?"

Ling Ziying's face was ugly, she pushed Ling Yue away, and said coldly, "Didn't you leave the Ling family and change your surname to Yu." ”

"Brother, wasn't I forced!" Ling Yue smiled bitterly, "We are compatriots of the same mother, and I will always be your sister." ”

Ling Ziying snorted coldly.

He is a descendant of the Ling family and has a strong sense of family honor.

"Brother, it's all Ling Luo's fault, if she wasn't ruthless, how could she blind your eyes, and how could she force your sister out of the house?"

Ling Yue looked indignant, and deliberately amplified his voice and said, "Now that it's now, if it weren't for her, how could dozens of us be implicated and punished!" ”

She deliberately hated Ling Luola.

Sure enough, the effect was greater than expected.

Countless angry gazes shot at Ling Luo in unison.

As for this kind of hateful gaze, Ling Luo had long been accustomed to it, and smiled indifferently.

She's just asleep, what's wrong?

After arriving at the training ground, dozens of people began to run in large circles.

It was early winter, and the cold wind was like a blade, bleak and bleak.

The cold wind blows on the face and the nose, making people sneeze again and again.

Lap, lap, lap.

After only three laps, there were already a few girls who were physically exhausted, half-hunched, with their hands on their knees, their faces flushed and panting.

Shi Yi held a leather whip in his hand, his face was like a stubborn stone, and with a wave of the long whip, he slapped at the feet of several girls.

"Ahh

"Go on! Don't stop! Forty-seven laps to go! ”

"But, Mr. Shi, people are really tired." A delicate official lady looked at Shi Yi pitifully.

"Less nonsense!"

There was a "snap", and it was another whip.

"Ahh

Several of the girls dodged the whip in panic and ran forward in a hurry.

Ling Luo looked at this scene, pursed his lips, and said in a low voice, "What a pervert." ”

It's strange to say, with her body and bones, she should be very tired after running down the three-kilometer journey.

But she didn't feel the slightest tiredness.

Xuanyuan Yu, who had been running beside her, also looked extremely relaxed, with an indifferent smile on his face all the time.

"Luo'er, are you tired?" Xuanyuan Yu asked with concern.

Ling Luo shook his head and said with a light smile: "I'm not tired." ”

"Well, that's good."

"But that stinky stone is really psychopathic." Ling Luo complained.

"Actually, not really."

Ling Luo was puzzled: "What do you mean?" ”

Xuanyuan Yu explained: "For a cultivator, physical strength is also extremely important, and it doesn't hurt to run a lot. ”

"But a hundred laps, run down, you'll die, right?" Ling Luo was still skeptical.

"With your current strength as a second-order martial artist, it stands to reason that it won't." The corners of Xuanyuan Yu's lips were slightly hooked, and a glimmer of light crossed his bright pupils, "The mystery of cultivation lies in breaking through one's own limits. ”

The question in Ling Luo's heart was answered after twenty laps.