"That's it for today. The formal training will start tomorrow. Let's all go and have a rest. Those who bring tents will set up their own tents, and those who don't will have to go out in the open air."
After everyone came out, the vice-captain said a few words, and then led the imperial troops into the tent one after another.
Without the imperial troops outside, everyone was completely relaxed.
"How do you feel? Although it only takes an hour, it shouldn't be difficult for you." Seeing the way Chen Ling came out just now, he knew that these magical mists were obviously very easy for him.
"I can barely adapt, but I'm still on the edge. If I go deeper into the Devil's Valley, I'm afraid it won't be that easy." Chen Ling mused to himself.
"Go deep into the Demon Spirit Valley." Qiu Jie smiled bitterly: "Since the training location is the Demon Spirit Valley, don't worry, the rest of the training will probably be in the Demon Spirit Valley."
"This time, I don't know if someone will die midway."
Qiujie's voice was extremely low for the last sentence.
"Will someone else die?" Chen Ling raised his eyebrows and asked in surprise.
"That's right." Qiu Jie nodded and said: "The training of the Forbidden Army is mostly brutal. Although everything is under their control, there is no guarantee that some unexpected things will not happen. It is not that no one died in the previous training.
It’s just that it’s all suppressed.”
This is the cruelty of martial arts training.
Just in training, some people will die. If they are outside, you can imagine.
"Let's go, find a place to rest, and prepare for the real training tomorrow."
Qiu Jie stretched, then waved to Chen Ling and walked towards the jungle not far from the tent.
Many warriors, some of whom were already prepared in the Qiankun Ring, took out their tents and set them up nearby.
Those who don’t have a tent are like Qiujie, finding a place nearby to rest on the spot.
There are forbidden troops here, so there is no need to worry about safety.
Not far from the Forbidden Army, Chen Ling slowly sat cross-legged and his mind sank into his body.
In today's short training, although the Imperial Guards looked ferocious, everything seemed to have traces and was all for their cultivation.
"Even if this training is brutal, if you take it seriously, the rewards will definitely be huge."
With a flash of light in his eyes, Chen Ling calmed down and gradually took this training seriously.
"Train during the day and practice the bloodline map and pulse binding lock at night."
"In these two months, we must improve our strength to the perfection and even the peak of the Earth Pill."
He occupies the first place on the yellow list, and the situation he will face in two months is not optimistic.
If you don't have the strength, not to mention that you can't keep your seat, those old people won't be merciful.
If you want to become a powerful warrior, you must never shrink back.
Taking a deep breath, Chen Ling scanned the surroundings. Most of the warriors had entered a state of rest or practice. He immediately put his hands on his lower abdomen, and with a thought, the blood mark slowly condensed.
After several days of practice within the sect, he has become very proficient in bloodline mark condensation.
However, the key is to penetrate the true energy and still not succeed easily.
Chen Ling also understood the reason why it could not succeed.
Improper control.
The strength of his bloodline and Qi are extremely high, and they interpenetrate and blend with each other. The slightest mistake will lead to complete failure.
However, Chen Ling is not discouraged. Once he successfully masters this martial art, his combat power will be greatly improved.
It's difficult to control, so practice it again and again until practice makes perfect.
His hands danced slightly, and the blood marks condensed.
As the golden zhenqi paid attention, the mark trembled slightly, gradually emitting a mysterious wave. Although the wave was subtle, all the breath was restrained, and only he could feel it.
During the blending, wisps of true energy and bloodline marks were connected, and mysterious changes gradually occurred inside.
Snap!
A faint crisp sound came suddenly, and the mark shook violently, almost collapsing.
Chen Ling's expression changed, his hands were filled with zhenqi, and he suddenly shook them hard.
Bang!
The mark collapsed, and the power gradually spread out in his palm.
"Phew, it failed again. The control is still a bit rough and the details are not in place."
Chen Ling sighed secretly.
The condensation of the mark requires the control of details. The entire mark contains all kinds of mysteries, which can penetrate into the blood of others. Such details made Chen Ling feel dizzy.
No wonder so few people practice this martial art.
continue.
Taking a deep breath, Chen Ling continued to condense the bloodline marks.
With dazzling hand movements, the bloodline mark was successfully condensed almost in the blink of an eye, and then the true energy was poured into it...
fail.
fail.
Failed again and again, tried again and again.
Time passes slowly.
When night fell, Chen Ling rested for a long time, temporarily put down the pulse binding lock, and concentrated on the cultivation of the bloodline map.
The power of separated blood vessels gradually merges completely with the true energy and blood.
At midnight, Chen Ling suddenly opened his eyes.
The faint moonlight poured down, making the surrounding scene blurry and visible.
Chen Ling remained motionless, but his peripheral vision swept around him vigilantly, especially staying on Han Zifeng's body for a long time.
"If it's not Han Zifeng, who could it be?"
Before, he had always felt a tingling sensation on his back, as if someone strong was watching in secret.
However, it can only vaguely detect the other party's existence, and cannot capture the other party's traces and location.
At least Han Zifeng couldn't do this.
The person who is spying in the dark must at least be far better than him in cultivation.
"Is it an illusion?"
Chen Ling murmured and immediately closed his eyes again.
In the dark night, this territory was completely silent.
In the distance, the demonic mist rolled, and under the reflection of the moonlight, it looked like a terrifying maw that preyed on people, making it ferocious and gloomy.
One night was spent in tireless practice.
The next day, when Qiao Mu and others walked out of the tent, everyone sitting around opened their eyes and suddenly stood up and stood together neatly.
This scene made Qiao Mu nodded with great satisfaction.
"Today, training officially begins."
"Before we get to the point, let me tell you about my training plan for the past two months."
"This training plan has a premise. As I said yesterday, if anyone can defeat an instructor, not only will you not need to participate, but you can go back to Leiwei Mountain directly."
"If you can defeat the instructor, there is no need to participate in training."
Qiao Mu had a smile on his face.
But everyone's face was twitching faintly.
Defeat the instructor?
Looking at the instructors who were smiling ferociously, I thought, forget it, just accept the training honestly.
Lei Wankuo's face was extremely livid.
"The first month of training is about fighting and resisting the magic mist."
"In the morning, you fight with a few of them. In the afternoon, go to the outside of the Demon Spirit Valley to seal in your Qi and resist the demonic mist."
"There are no restrictions on resisting the magic mist this time. However, you will enter the Demon Spirit Valley for training in a month, so I think you will not choose to waste your time."
Qiao Mu's expression was solemn, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. Anyone caught by his gaze quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at him.
"The training in the morning will begin now. They will suppress their cultivation to a level equal to yours."
Qiao Mu pointed at the nine Imperial Guards beside him.
"Chen Ling, your opponent is the vice-captain. The others are divided into eight groups. Let's get started."
After Qiao Mu finished speaking, he walked aside and watched with his hands behind his back.
The crowd quickly divided into eight groups amid the commotion.
Everyone looked at the eight ferocious Imperial Guards with dark faces, already anticipating the tragic situation that would follow.
These are all killing gods. Even if their cultivation is suppressed, they are definitely not something they can handle.
However, the fact is that there is no choice. (To be continued)