Jisard showed an expected expression, because as the Dark Swordsman with the highest perception among the Ghost Swordsmen, it was easy to sense a little guy who was at least six levels lower than him.
While Ling Fei was also fighting his way deep into the jungle, he finally reached a certain critical point, and then suddenly lost all his strength. His body went limp and he fell heavily on the slightly moist ground.
Although Jisard did not take action, he followed Ling Fei all the time. After seeing this, he probably glanced at Ling Fei, then nodded with satisfaction and said to himself:
"In the middle stage of Wen Dao, yes, the entry is very fast, but I don't know if it has been suppressed this time, but just in case, let's get two protective measures for him!"
As soon as Jisad thought, Ling Fei, who weighed at least 10,000 pounds, was directly lifted up by an inexplicable force. He was thinking about how to prepare a "suppression spell" for Ling Fei.
Although there was a lot of material in Shalan's place, I felt a little embarrassed if I wanted him to use it shamelessly. After all, I had already taken advantage of it. But looking at Lingfei like a puddle of mud, Giza
De still gritted his teeth. After all, the efficiency of going out to find it by himself was still too low. In terms of the richness and wealth of the materials, those mages were just like turning on cheating devices one by one.
"Oh, I hope my choice is right, otherwise I will not only be sorry for the Ghost Sword lineage, but also sorry for Brother Ling!"
Jisard quickly returned and let out a faint sigh. "Oh, I hope my choice is right, otherwise I will not only be sorry for the Ghost Sword lineage, but also Brother Ling!"
Jisard let out a faint sigh as he quickly returned.
The next day, Ling Fei slowly woke up from his coma, and then subconsciously wanted to get up. As a result, an unbearable soreness spread throughout his body, causing him to fall directly onto the bed, and then he couldn't help but angrily shouted:
"Damn, was I hit head-on by Sauta?"
Although Sauta had been dead for a long time, the pain that was spreading throughout his body made him unable to think of anything else.
"Okay, stop yelling. It just so happened that you woke up just as I was about to come find you!"
A familiar voice came from the door. Ling Fei turned his head with difficulty and realized that it was Jisade. Looking at his uncontrollable smile, for a moment, Ling Fei felt sad. He
How could I be so unlucky to meet such an unreliable master?
But before he could complain, Jisard directly picked him up and threw him into a medicine pool in a short time. However, the pain caused by the shaking made Ling Fei's face...
All turned white.
"Master, I think I can do it by myself next time!"
Jisard didn't care about it, laughed and strode away.
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However, Ling Fei's suffering yesterday was not the end, it was just the beginning. Compared to Ling Fei, the other people were no less generous. The experiences of Jiang Anni and Luo Li'an were somewhat better. In comparison, they were just
The mental power is depleted or the elements are full, but Bai Zhifeng and Feng Zhenyu are in a much worse situation.
Zi Muyu has never regarded Feng Zhenyu as a girl. Whether it is training or fighting, he is even more cruel to him than he was before, because if a girl wants to gain strong strength, she must pay for something.
It doesn't matter whether he wants more or not.
Of course, apart from being a bit harsh in training, Zi Muyu was very good to Feng Zhenyu in other aspects, such as building up the foundation and using things externally and internally.
"Ayu, are you finished training?"
Zi Muyu stood like a pine tree, his eyes like a pool of calm water waves, deep and cold. However, looking at Feng Zhenyu, who was covered in scars, his eyes would show a touch of distress from time to time. After all, he had no children, so he looked at Feng Zhenyu.
Zhenyu is not just a simple descendant, but a continuation of his own path, and he is much closer than ordinary blood descendants.
"There is still one last set of kicks to go, it will be done soon!"
Feng Zhenyu's eyes were determined, and his legs kicked against the wooden stake in front of him like a violent storm, while he counted silently in his heart.
After ten minutes had passed, Feng Zhenyu ignored the slight blood oozing from his calf and walked up to Zi Muyu, bowed slightly and said:
"Master, this morning's training is completed!"
Zi Muyu also nodded with satisfaction, then took out a bottle of ointment from behind, handed it to Feng Zhenyu, and said:
"Go back and apply the ointment yourself. Well, it will heal quickly and won't leave any scars. I don't know what the old man thought, but it's so expensive just to remove the scars..."
Listening to Zi Muyu's casual thoughts, Feng Zhenyu's hand that took the ointment paused for a moment, and then said:
"Master, actually you don't have to remove the scar, it doesn't matter to me..."
But before Feng Zhenyu could finish speaking, Zi Muyu stopped and said:
"That's not okay. Girls will get married in the future. How can it be okay if they have scars all over their bodies? This is non-negotiable. You have to listen to me!"
As he spoke, Zi Muyu seemed to recall something, and couldn't help but touch the scar on his neck. The memory seemed to return to that night a few years ago.
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"Mu Yu, I have two kinds of medicine here, one to remove scars and one not to remove scars. Which one do you use?"
A female doctor who looked ordinary but exuded a gentle aura all over her body was asking the relatively young Zi Muyu beside the bed.
"Hmm...will it be more expensive?"
The female doctor nodded and said:
"Of course, you mean you don't want to use it?"
Although Zi Muyu was a little eager, she thought about her money bag and finally said helplessly:
"Just use ordinary ones, what am I afraid of as a man!"
In the end, he was left with a scar on his neck that could never be removed. Although it was not big, it left an ugly scar because of the special nature of the wound.
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"Anyway, you can use it if I ask you to. I am your master, and you have to listen to me!"
Zi Muyu stuffed the medicine bottle into Feng Zhenyu's hand, then left without looking back. After taking a few steps, he said:
"Their preliminary training should be finished in the afternoon. You go and have something good to eat, and then start the next step of training!"
Watching Zi Muyu leave, Feng Zhenyu clenched the medicine bottle in his hand, then limped back to his residence and silently applied medicine to himself.
At the same time, in a basement, various instruments and instruments were scattered around, accompanied by a strong smell of gunpowder, while two "creatures" that could hardly be seen as human were roaring crazily:
"Hurry, hurry, star gold, star gold! The cooldown is full..."
