I rely on you all to cultivate

Chapter 102

Zhu Taran suffered the biggest failure of his career.

He was slapped in the face by the speed of light just after bragging, and seeing Xu Ling smilingly inviting his beautiful boss to dinner, his face hurt even more.

Standing by the side, Fu Zheng was also stunned. This was the first time he had seen a rookie who dared to "molest" the instructor, and didn't he just say that he was practicing the same swordsmanship as that little girl Ning? up.

"It's still young people who are open." The boss deeply felt that he was a little behind the times.

Luo Zhiqiu knew these two big shots. When he turned around and saw them, he immediately stood at attention and saluted Xu Ling with his elbow.

The latter looked at it, Zhu Taran was naturally familiar, the other face seemed a little strange, but not so strange, look carefully, good guy, isn't this the one who often appears on TV?
"Hello sir!"

Xu Ling shouted loudly, and after a few seconds, he belatedly made up the military salute.

Zhu Taran felt a little toothache: "What are you guys doing?"

Xu Ling didn't change his face: "I want to ask Commander Luo some theories about monsters, but I feel sorry for wasting her time, so I want to treat her to a meal."

Who are you lying to!
The few people present were not born with melon eggs, so how could they believe his nonsense.

Then I saw Xu Ling taking the opportunity to touch the instructor with his elbow: "Is that right, sir?"

"Ah yes."

[Physical +1. ]
The chief is right in front of him, and Luo Zhiqiu has no choice but to cooperate with him.

Zhu Taran stared at the black lines all over his head and squeezed out a smiling face: "This kind of spirit of seeking knowledge is worth encouraging, but you can't slack off in martial arts training. How is your Jiu Xuan Jin?"

Xu Ling replied honestly: "It still takes some time. Sublimation energy is like peeling cocoons, and the efficiency is very low. The first floor has not been completed yet."

Zhu Taran smiled and said: "Last time I saw it, although your energy level has improved rapidly, but overall it is still a little bit worse, if you want to practice to the first level, let's talk about improving your energy first."

At that time, the task of eating peaches had just started, and Xu Ling's strength was still a little weak, but with Xie Yilang's contribution, and Xu Xiaoyu who was far away in Qingrong ate a pill, his strength level had reached The standard of the first level of Jiuxuanjin.

Xu Ling said: "Recently, we have made some progress. The first floor should be enough."

Zhu Taran asked suspiciously: "Really? I don't believe it."

So he asked Xu Ling to reach out his hand again, intending to check.

The palms of the two were pressed together, and Xu Ling's luck circulated throughout his body, and then output from the palms.

Zhu Taran's originally indifferent expression became more and more dignified, and finally said in surprise: "How could it be so fast?"

Xu Ling shrugged: "Well, that's what we geniuses are like."

Fu Zheng watched it amusedly, and came out and said, "It's good to make progress, but Xu Ling, don't be complacent, you still need to work hard to improve."

Xu Ling muttered, "I'm just trying my best, and I was interrupted by you."

Seeing that he dared to talk nonsense in front of her immediate superior, Zhu Taran gave him an annoyed look: "Don't talk about it, go to the martial arts arena to beat wooden stakes."

After speaking, he made a gesture to kick, but Xu Ling didn't dare to confront these real bosses, so he ran away in a hurry.

After Luo Zhiqiu left, Fu Zheng said, "Which of these two boys do you like more? When the audit test is completed, who do you think will have better grades?"

Zhu Taran replied: "From an emotional point of view, I think it's Xu Ling."

"Okay, old rules, I bet Xie Yilang on your seventh-level magic lizard eye."

"Boss, cunning!"

"Hey, don't you like Xu Ling more?"

"What I'm talking about is emotionally speaking. You can see what a big deal he can become with his foolish appearance."

"Then we change?"

"No, I want your box of Level [-] Wuyingfeng."

……

When Xu Ling returned to the martial arts arena, Jiang Sanjin hurriedly greeted him when he saw him: "Come on, Your Excellency the Chief and Brother Zhu are here just now, why aren't you here?"

"I... went to Chief Luo for advice."

Jiang Sanjin knew him well now, and he knew he was talking nonsense when he heard the tone. He didn't care too much, and said that he wanted to see the swordsmanship he had practiced so that he could make a targeted plan for the next step.

Xu Ling has been practicing the Mengjue Sword Classic for several months, and has gradually mastered the key points. He wants to show it to Jiang Sanjin. The latter finds that the swords are really interesting, so he asks him to try to control the flying knife with Yujian. Let's try to merge, comparing flying knives and long swords, summing up experience and complementing each other.

Although Xu Ling usually deviates from the big picture, he knows very well in his heart that he has to listen to professionals in the matter of cultivation, so he didn't get permission before, so he didn't ask for changes without authorization. Now that Jiang Sanjin agreed, he also agreed. Just stop hesitating.

Compared with before, he has already mastered half a layer of Nine Profound Strength, and the degree of strength is not comparable to that of the past, so it is effortless to control the throwing knife.

But he soon discovered that it is one thing to hold a sword in your hand and perform swordsmanship, but it is another thing to control a flying knife with your mind to perform it. No wonder Jiang Sanjin didn't let him practice like this before he was proficient in it. He didn't even understand the basic sword moves, so it was impossible for him to successfully integrate them, and it was very likely that he would develop a four-faced sword.

Regarding the fusion of two martial arts skills, even if the options are the same, different people may create different things. After all, everyone's thinking is different.

What Xu Ling felt from the first chapter of Mengjue Jianjing was a kind of agility like a butterfly fluttering, so he would also try to follow this method when driving the throwing knife.

One afternoon passed, and even the energy that had been sublimated by Jiuxuan Jin had been consumed to the very last. Xu Ling was out of breath at this moment, and his face was a little pale.

But he has no choice in this matter. After all, it is different from normal people's practice methods. Others try a little bit first, and gradually improve their energy and mental strength during the trial process, while he first brushes up enough attributes and then start practicing.

"the last time."

Xu Ling controlled the throwing knife to shoot out again, which drained the last energy in his body.

Compared with the original style, the line of fire has changed, the arc has become more unpredictable, and the difficulty of dodging or fighting has increased significantly, but Xu Ling is still not satisfied.

Enduring the severe pain in his head and the feeling of weakness in his body, he forcibly tried to change that trajectory with the method of the Dream Sword Sutra.

But because it was too extreme, he felt that the flying knife was out of control.

Before the connection of thoughts was broken, a strange scene appeared.

The originally stable fire line suddenly lit up, and then extinguished itself in mid-air, and the throwing knife fell to the ground powerlessly.

But at the last moment, Xu Ling clearly saw that the line of fire had split like that.

He himself was amazed. Originally, he only wanted to make the ballistic trajectory more variable and difficult to understand, but he didn't expect to walk out of an unimagined path by mistake.

But before Xu Ling could come up with a clear idea, he suddenly felt his legs go limp, and he fell headlong.

Exercising the exercises forcibly consumes too much energy, and his physical strength and mental strength are all overdrawn.

It was getting darker and darker, before losing consciousness, seeing Ning Qingshuang running from a distance, seemed very anxious.

"So she will show this expression."

This was Xu Ling's last thought.

(End of this chapter)