The legs seemed to be filled with lead, and it was very difficult to just step forward.
Ling Luo was sweating profusely, and every breath he exhaled was hot and heavy.
My physical strength is close to its limit.
The surrounding students had fallen down one after another. Many girls collapsed on the ground, and two even started sobbing.
"Get up! Get up, everyone!"
Shi Yi's fierce roar, accompanied by the "snap" of the whip, became the main theme of the training ground.
"Run! Move! If you can't persist, you are useless! Anyone who falls behind is not worthy of being my student, Shi Yi, and will all drop out!"
The word "drop out" makes these proud and proud people change their colors when they hear it.
The admission qualification to Jiulan College is really too precious!
Several teenagers roared in pain like wolf howls, got up from the training ground again, and continued running staggeringly.
When the students in the class passed by Ling Luo, they all stared at her with extremely hateful eyes and complained breathlessly: "It's all your fault!"
Ling Luo was speechless.
Yes. Now I have offended all the students in the entire classroom.
When a person is unlucky, even a mouthful of cold water can clog his teeth.
It's tiring, but I have to persevere.
At this moment, Ling Luo was holding on with all her strength with a single will.
After twenty-five laps, Ling Luo felt that her legs had completely lost all feeling.
She no longer knows what tiredness is.
At this moment, a brand-new power suddenly emerged from the depths of his body, flowing to his limbs and bones like a clear spring.
My legs no longer feel like they are filled with lead, but are becoming more and more agile.
She broke through the critical point of physical strength.
Ling Luo's face flashed with joy, her steps were extremely steady, and even her disordered breathing became regular.
“Well done.”
Xuanyuan Yu, who had been by his side, gave him positive approval.
The warm sun of winter gradually rises and shines on the earth.
On the training ground, the students were sweating.
Unknowingly, fifty laps have passed. Ling Luo has exceeded the critical point and looks extremely relaxed at the moment.
On the other hand, the students who were running together, all with expressions of almost dying, completed their tasks one after another and returned to the classroom to rest.
At this moment, only Ling Luo and Xuanyuan Yu were left on the training ground.
Shi Yi had a cold look on his face, holding a whip in his hand, and monitored them closely.
An old man with a white beard slowly walked to the edge of the training ground, a trace of helplessness flashed across his eyes filled with years of wisdom.
Shi Yi also noticed the old man. The anger on his face instantly dissipated, and he put on a respectful look, bowed and said, "Teacher."
This old man is the current president of Jiulan Academy, a ninth-level great martial artist, and a member of the royal family. His name is Chen Han, and he is known as "Prince Han" in the court.
Shi Yi is one of Chen Han's direct disciples.
In addition, Jiulan Academy is a place where teachers are respected, and the relationship between master and apprentice is far more important than power and official title.
Therefore, when Shi Yi saw Chen Han, he always called him "teacher" instead of "Prince Han".
"Shitou, are you corporally punishing students again?" Chen Han smiled very kindly.
Over the years, he has called this stubborn disciple "Stone," which is almost a nickname.
Shi Yi raised his head, with awe in his eyes, and said seriously: "Report to the teacher, one of these two students fell asleep in the disciple's class, and the other violently broke the disciple's arm. They really deserve the punishment!"