Time goes back one day, back to September 9, 2017

In the inner gate of the Li family courtyard, a symphony of pain that looked like a purgatory from the abyss was being played passionately.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"It's going to be broken, it's really going to be broken!"

"It hurts so much that it hurts!"

The moans and screams of dozens of young men and women made the atmosphere in the field look gloomy and terrifying, like the underworld.

Wang Jiu stood on the platform and looked at the students rolling all over the ground in confusion, wondering why they had the strength to roll and cry, but they didn't have the strength to make the super group Zhou Tian he designed to the end. Do they still want to get a good grade in the Qingyun Competition?

Suddenly, a dying voice came from the direction of his feet: "Sure, of course, I want to get...but the premise is that we have to have life and live until the competition."

Wang Jiu looked down at him. A young man with a bleak eyebrows climbed along the invisible ladder to the instructor's platform, stretched out a blood-stained hand, trying to grab Wang Jiu's boots.

Wang Jiu looked at him and said to him seriously: "If you are worried that you are at risk of premature death and have no life to participate in the Qingyun Competition, I don't think it is necessary. According to my observation, you are not suffering from an incurable terminal illness or a curse that is difficult to remove. Of course, if you are really worried, you can also consider using the ice sealing technology to temporarily freeze it and wait for the Qingyun Competition to thaw it to ensure you can participate."

Before Wang Jiu could finish speaking, the young man had already rolled his eyes and fell into a coma.

"Okay, long sleep is also a solution."

Under the platform, the hellish wailing sonata continues...

It was not until noon that the inner disciples who had finished half a day of training finally had a short chance of breathing. Generally speaking, the lunch break in the inner disciple is one hour, and the disciples can take this opportunity to replenish their nutrition, take magic medicine, regulate breathing and meditate, meditate and nourish the spirit.

Of course, most of the time, these energetic young people will not be willing to waste their precious time on boring meditation. They would rather endure their fatigue and chat and play with their classmates during the lunch break. Then in the afternoon, they yawned all over to deal with the angrily eyes of the iron-faced instructor.

However, this time, during the lunch break, the inner school was silent. The disciples were sitting or lying, paralyzing on the ground in a skew manner. No one wanted to say a word more, of course, they couldn't say a word more, but they just twitched silently.

It was not until the lunch break was over that a beautiful girl frowned and asked the people beside her, "Sister Chaolu, don't you... hurt?"

The man next to him was lying on the ground. Hearing this, he slowly opened his eyes and said, "Just say, don't call me sister, Qingshuang, you are the sister..."

While saying that, Li Chaolu coughed gently, and blood was leaking from the corner of her mouth. But the girl didn't care at all. She skillfully took out her handkerchief to wipe off the blood, and then lay back again, not wanting to say more to the people around her.

Compared to physical pain, the irritability in the heart is even more serious.

A day ago, she was enjoying the sweet and happy world of two people with Mr. Wang Jiu. As a result, a day later, there were dozens of so-called people around her. Mr. Wang Jiu no longer focused his attention on her. The rain and dew of dozens of people were completely insatiable!

"Yes, is that true?"

"Do you remember the argument between Mr. Wang Jiu and the bald man before? He said that cultivating immortals is to act against the will of heaven. If you don't pay the price, you won't get anything. You despise that kind of comfortable path to cultivating immortals, so what do you think?"

"It seems, it seems to make sense."

Li Chaolu said again: "And he did not ask everyone to reach the sky in one step, it was gradual. For example, the refining this morning was actually just a warm-up. The breakage of meridians is a relatively easy to bear among many pains. It is really not that scary, you can try it."

The people around me just heard it and felt a chill in my heart. How could I try this kind of thing?

Li Chaolu smiled and said, "Really, I was a little uncomfortable at the beginning. Later, if I got used to it, it was actually quite interesting, for example..."

As he said that, the girl used her spiritual sense to urge the sword energy to activate it, and overfilled it into the meridians of her arm. There was a muffled sound, and her whole arm turned red. Although the blood did not seep out, everyone knew that the meridians inside were blown off by the sword energy.

The next moment, Li Chao showed up and did not change his expression, but instead breathed a long sigh: "Ho, after getting used to it, this kind of broken pain makes people feel a little comfortable."

...

After a moment of silence, the people who had just sat or lie around Li Chaolu had already been away dozens of feet away, with a thrilling expression on their faces of watching the arrival of the demon.

Li Chaolu smiled and said, "What's wrong with you? It's just exploding the meridians, not self-exploding the true energy, so you won't be so scared."

"No, no, no, even if someone really self-destructs himself in front of us, it's far less scary than you. Sister Chaolu, are you... okay?"

Li Chaolu was puzzled: "Of course it's okay, I have prepared intermittent ointment."

While speaking, the girl applied a box of dark ointment on her arm. In a moment, the bright red and terrifying color retreated. The abundant medicinal power surged along the skin and muscles into the invisible meridians deep, repairing countless broken parts one by one, causing the pain to disappear quickly, and replaced by an unbearable numbness and itch.

However, Li Chaolu showed a sweet and enjoyable expression, and finally smiled at the people who were away dozens of feet away and said, "It's really okay. You just didn't get used to it at the beginning, and you will be able to adapt like me after a while. I guess the afternoon training will be much better."

Li Chaolu was too open-minded, and with the sincere smile on her face, some people were finally moved and began to seriously consider this possibility.

After all, although it sounds a bit incredible that the pain of rupture of meridians can make people enjoy it? How can there be such a strange person in the world? However, on the other hand, Li Chaolu is an example in front of him!

So in the afternoon, many people finally made up their minds to detonate the meridians.

Then, the symphony of pain sublimated into purgatory heavy metal, and the wails and screams on the inner gate school ground more than doubled.

Wang Jiu's infamous reputation and Li Chaolu's reputation spread throughout the Li family courtyard overnight.

Wang Jiu's short career as an agent instructor ended here
Chapter completed!