Ling Ziying's own strength is not weak, and she is from the main branch, so she has the opportunity to get one of the three interview places and come to Jiulan College to study.
He came excitedly, but he didn't expect that within two days, Ling Luo would be involved again and the teacher would kick him.
Ling Yue saw that her brother had been kicked, staggered and almost fell, and came over to help him in a panic.
"Brother, are you okay?"
Ling Ziying looked ugly, 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 said with a bitter smile, "We are from 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, if you want to blame her, it's all Ling Luo's fault. If she wasn't so cruel, how could she have blinded you and forced your sister out of the house?"
Ling Yue looked indignant and deliberately amplified her voice and said: "Now, if it weren't for her, how could dozens of us be implicated and punished!"
She deliberately brought hatred to Ling Luo.
Sure enough, the effect exceeded expectations.
Countless angry glances were shot at Ling Luo.
Ling Luo had long been accustomed to such hateful looks and smiled calmly.
She just fell asleep, what's wrong?
After arriving at the training ground, dozens of people began running in a large circle.
It was early winter, and the cold wind was as cold as a knife, making it rustle.
The cool wind blows on the face and scratches the nose, making people sneeze again and again.
Round, round, and round.
After only three laps, several girls were already exhausted, half-hunched over, holding their hands on their knees, breathing heavily with flushed faces.
Shi Yi held a leather whip in his hand, with a stubborn face. He swung the whip and struck several girls at their feet.
"Ah——" several girls screamed.
"Continue! Don't stop! There are still forty-seven laps!"
"But, Teacher Shi, I'm really tired." A delicate official lady looked at Shi Yi pitifully.
"Cut the nonsense!"
There was a "pop" and another whip.
"Ah——" There was another exclamation.
Several girls dodged the whip with fearful expressions and hurriedly ran forward.
Ling Luo looked at this scene, curled her lips, and whispered: "What a pervert."
It's strange to say that with her body shape, she should be very tired after running for three kilometers.
But she didn't feel any fatigue at all.
Xuanyuan Yu, who had been running beside her, also looked extremely relaxed, with a calm and calm smile on his face.
"Luo'er, are you tired?" Xuanyuan Yu asked with concern.
Ling Luo shook his head and said with a smile, "I'm not tired."
"Well, very good."
"But that smelly stone is really a psychopath." Ling Luo complained.
"Actually, that's not necessarily the case."
Ling Luo was puzzled: "What do you mean?"
Xuanyuan Yu explained: "For a cultivator, physical strength is also extremely important. There is no harm in running more."
"But if you run a hundred laps, you will die, right?" Ling Luo was still skeptical.
"With your current strength as a second-level martial artist, it stands to reason that you won't be able to." Xuanyuan Yu's lips curled up slightly, and a glimmer of light flashed across his bright pupils, "The secret of cultivation lies in breaking through one's own limits."
Ling Luo's questions were answered after twenty laps.