After I was reborn, I became the most ruthless cub in the whole continent

Chapter 123 Plan Changes
The results of the subsequent competitions were also unsatisfactory.

Vice President Jiang was a little worried, feeling that his hair, which was not thick enough, was tending to approach Xiao Zhao.

Wu Yi didn't think it was too strange. This kind of development was a bit beyond expectation, but generally speaking, it was within the controllable range.

If one plan doesn't work, another plan will.

Vice President Jiang, who thought he could hold on for a while, stroked his hair and asked to train for a few more days as planned.

Before the third day was over, Vice President Jiang looked at the students who were getting more and more out of control, clutching their loose hair, and quickly changed his mind.

It doesn't matter whether he is bald or not, it is mainly because he is one of the façades of the academy, so he has to pay attention to his personal image.

Wu Yi raised his eyes to look at Vice President Jiang with sincerity written all over his face, and settled the matter with no expression.

Vice President Jiang is a conservative, not very willing to innovate, but at the same time likes praise.

It's best to assign routine affairs, but Vice President Jiang is usually worried about this and that from the very beginning.

After setting up all the matters according to the old rules, Vice President Jiang will take a breath.

Once something unexpected happened somewhere, Vice President Jiang's worries would become uncontrollable.

It's best to have someone who is able to take over all the troubles, and when things are done, when the merits are finally judged, as the leader, Vice President Jiang's benefits are indispensable.

Wu Yi had a good grasp of Vice President Jiang's thoughts.

He couldn't help laughing again.

Fortunately, he is not the temperament of Vice President Jiang, and he has seen a wider world before becoming Vice President.

Returning to Beixuan Lingyuan was because he wanted to settle some matters and at the same time repay the help of the two deans.

As for Vice President Jiang, a colleague, Wu Yi's attitude is also very clear: do what you can, and do whatever you want.

The real person in charge of this training is not Vice President Jiang, Wu Yi has more power in his hands.

The front is just to respect Vice President Jiang's opinion, and at the same time make sure that delaying this time will not have much impact on the final training effect, and use the actual situation to make Vice President Jiang recognize the reality and give up struggling.

What bad thoughts could Wu Yi have?

I just want to hold the power to control the training progress and adjust the training plan in my own hands.

Vice President Jiang is old after all, he has lost the aggressiveness of the past, and he doesn't like to see the new generation show their bright edge.

Wu Yi didn't have such an idea, he just wanted to train this group of people, not to mention transforming them, at least to catch up with those disciples of Qinglingzong.

Cultivation talent is good or bad, this cannot be forced.

The physical strength is strong or weak, and this can be changed by hard work the day after tomorrow.

With the previous experience of walking in various secret places in the Beixuan Territory as a martial artist, Wu Yi has a set of training methods for improving the physical fitness of spiritual cultivation in a short period of time.

He disbanded the team that had been working together for a few days and still didn't look like a team, and let them form a team freely, with 12 people in groups.

All the restless factors were concentrated in a small team. Song Jingmo leaned on the long stick as a crutch, and put part of his body weight on it. He noticed Wu Yi's passing gaze, and had a premonition that the good times were coming to an end.

After practicing honestly for a whole day, a large spirit boat landed on the training ground.

Wu Yi didn't know when he changed into a black robe, followed by two rows of guards.

"The next training will not be held in the academy. The whole day is not practice but competition. It's time to go outside to experience actual combat."

"There are limited rooms on the spirit boat, if you can't occupy a place to live, you can only sleep outside."

Wu Yi didn't need to say much, each and every student quickly got on the spirit boat.

It's really not interesting to stay in the training ground all day. Except for the guidance of the great teacher, which is helpful for cultivation, the spiritual cultivation that is basically pampered doesn't like being exhausted every day and being trained to exhaustion.

The aura in the training ground is indeed stronger than other training grounds, but the students on the training ground are all big consumers of aura, and they can't grab the aura, and they can't win in a fight. They can't compare, and they look peaceful. In fact, many people are suffocating in their hearts.

It was also because of holding their breath that these students persisted in the training for these days, and none of them said they would quit.

Tired is really tiring, and the harvest is really rewarding.

It's just a matter of how much.

Chi Zhishu jumped onto the spirit boat early to occupy a room with a good location, and Sang Zhixia guarded the side-by-side rooms occupied by Chi Zhishu, with a smile on his face.

From the points battle to the formal training, Sang Zhixia has long been a celebrity in the training class.

Can fight, can speak.

If you don't have the self-confidence to surpass Sang Zhixia in any of these two aspects, it's best not to provoke him.

So the people who also fell in love with this row of rooms silently retreated and occupied other rooms.

The rooms on the spirit boat are indeed limited.

So Chi Zhishu didn't occupy too much, and only occupied five rooms.

The arrangement is reasonable for two people.

Those in the same discipline don't care about this, and they don't like to share the same bed with others, and they can supervise each other's training at night.

Sleep itself is a waste of time for spiritual practice.

Others don't want them to be so harmonious. Some people don't want to share the house with others. If there are no guards watching, they don't want to fight. Maybe there will be some accidents right now.

Song Jingmo entered the room after activating the restriction, cleaned the room with the dust removal technique, arranged it briefly, and made a pot of tea comfortably, holding a cup to sip.

The sunlight outside is just right, and the birds flying outside can be seen through the window.

The spirit boat was flying smoothly, unexpectedly leaning against the window to bask in the sun, there was a knock on the door.

"It's me, Old Wu."

Open the door to let people in, and Song Jingmo poured him a cup of tea.

"This time I'm going to the most chaotic city in Beixuan Territory, where gamblers who bet on their lives are gathered. Among these people, there are spiritual practitioners, martial arts practitioners and ordinary people, but their essence is the same."

"The stage where those people gamble their lives is also your next training ground." Wu Yi's voice was always calm.

"If this was arranged early in the morning, I have no objection." Song Jingmo couldn't guess the reason for Wu Yi's special trip. She thought about the purpose of the training and knew that it was a good training ground.

The flowers in the greenhouse must face the dangers of human nature, and must keep the outcome in mind, and no longer regard it as a game that can be played and passed.

On the competition stage, the winner is the one who can stand at the end.

If you lose, the loss may be just a bet, and it is even more likely that you will lose your life.

Dangerous indeed.

But it also makes people faintly excited.

Without enough oppression, it is difficult for people to generate strong motivation.

"This was originally placed at the end, but now it is brought forward."

Song Jingmo lowered his eyes to look at his palm prints, and thanked Wu Yi softly.

(End of this chapter)