Martial arts Lingyun

Chapter 1 Waste Material Xiao Ling
Shenwu Continent, Yanhuang Empire, Shengwu Mountain, Shengwu Academy.

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One day's plan is in the morning, and the peaceful martial arts arena is broken by a group of boys and girls shouting.

On the martial arts arena, countless teenagers and girls are practicing punching, and their movements are neat. However, this is not a boxing method, but a set of formations.

This set of formations is the protective formation of the Holy Martial Academy, called the Vajra Shield.

"Tch, if you encounter an enemy, just defeat the enemy directly, there is no need for a defensive formation at all."

On a big tree not far from the martial arts arena, a young man was holding a young grass in his mouth, looking lazily at the disciples on the martial arts arena, he couldn't help but say aloud.

"Hey, my God, why are you so fucked up!"

Looking at the blue sky and white clouds, Xiao Ling felt extremely depressed.

In fact, he is not an original resident of Shenwu Continent, but an otaku who traveled from the earth.

As for his current identity, he is an orphan without father and mother. He was picked up by the head of the Shengwu Academy on the side of the road, brought into the Academy of Holy Martial Arts to practice, and became a disciple of the Academy of Holy Martial Arts.

The strong in the Shenwu Continent are respected. He was amazing at the beginning of his cultivation, and he was the first among his peers to reach the ninth level of soul refining.

However, a few years later, he was still unable to awaken his martial soul at the age of 16, and he was still standing still in the ninth stage of soul refining, and was surpassed by all his peers, leaving countless streets behind.

Therefore, the genius has become a waste material, his status has plummeted, and he has become the object of ridicule by his peers.

Feeling the bitterness from the corner of his mouth, Xiao Ling couldn't help but clenched his fists, his face full of depression, and said: "If I can practice, I must be practicing in the Martial Arts Field now."

But the cruelty of reality told him that he still couldn't awaken his martial soul, and couldn't continue to practice at all.

In the Shenwu Continent, without a martial soul, it is equivalent to an ordinary person, who can only live a mediocre life.

"Senior Brother Xiao, I knew you were here."

A boy holding a broom looked at Xiao Ling contemptuously, and said casually: "The elder asked you to test your strength. I have brought the words with you. Whether you go or not is your own business. Even if you go, the result will be the same... ..."

After a few words, the sweeping boy took the broom and left here.

Hearing these harsh words, Xiao Ling numbly jumped down from the tree, and sighed: "Without strength, even a sweeping servant can't look down on me..."

Those who can enter the Holy Martial Academy must have awakened their martial soul and have something to do in martial arts.

This boy had awakened his martial soul at the age of 13. In comparison, he hadn't awakened his martial soul at the age of 16, even worse than the boy sweeping the floor.

Not only this little servant, but some of the servants in the Holy Martial Academy all spoke with contempt and disdain just like the little servant.

If in the past, when he was very talented, these people's faces were all flattering, but now, he can finally be so serious that the world is cold.

Now, he is going to the test hall to test his strength.

In the Holy Martial Academy, the strength of the disciples is usually tested every three months, but he is special, and he has to go every month.

Xiao Ling said bitterly: "What the hell have I done? Why can't I awaken my martial soul?"

In the Shenwu Continent, the normal age for awakening a martial soul is ten years old, and all talented geniuses awaken their martial soul before the age of ten, and he is still refining his soul at the ninth level, showing no sign of awakening his martial soul.

If you can't awaken your martial soul, you can't become a warrior and embark on the martial arts.

"Look, everyone, isn't that Senior Brother Xiao Ling?" A young man exclaimed.

When Xiao Ling set foot on the way to the test hall and passed the martial arts arena, the boys and girls who were practicing all stopped and stared at Xiao Ling with monkey-like eyes.

"That's right, it's him, that's him, the former genius disciple!"

"Genius disciple? You're laughing at me to death. A trash who can't even awaken his martial soul is not worthy of being called a genius disciple at all."

"It's really a pity, he is the first person to reach the ninth level of soul refining."

"That's right, it's just that he was the first to reach the ninth level of soul refining, but he couldn't awaken his martial soul for several years. He is now 16 years old."

"He must have done something wrong in his previous life, and now God is punishing him..."

A group of teenagers and girls looked at Xiao Ling who walked in from the entrance of the Martial Arts Field, they all sighed, their eyes were complicated and mocking, but they were more gloating.

At the beginning, Xiao Ling was very talented. He could sense the vitality of heaven and earth at the age of one, and reached the ninth level of soul refining at the age of three. In the Yanhuang Empire, he was hailed as a peerless genius who was rarely seen in a thousand years.

However, after a few years, Xiao Ling was still standing still in the ninth level of soul refining, unable to awaken the martial soul, which disappointed countless people, and gradually forgot about it.

The sighs of regret and sarcasm from around fell on Xiao Ling's ears, like a sharp sword piercing into his heart fiercely, making him even slightly short of breath.

Xiao Ling raised his head slowly, his dark eyes blankly swept over those mocking peers around him, and the corner of his mouth curled into a self-mockery.

"Without strength, even fart..."

Xiao Ling smiled bitterly, and walked quickly, with a lonely figure walking towards the testing hall, with a look of loneliness that seemed out of tune with the world around him.

"The trash is going to the testing hall!" Looking in Xiao Ling's direction, a boy said.

"Let's go take a look together and see if the strength of this trash is still standing still at the ninth level of soul refining."

"You are talking nonsense, Xiao Ling must be refining his soul at the ninth level."

The boys and girls followed behind Xiao Ling laughingly. Xiao Ling went to the test hall to test his strength, and then made a fool of himself.

Now that Xiao Ling was going to take the test, they naturally planned to watch Xiao Ling make a fool of himself.

"You just wait, when I have strength in the future, I will shut you all up!"

Feeling the boys and girls behind him following him, Xiao Ling gritted his teeth and swore inwardly.

When Xiao Ling came to the test hall, it was already overcrowded, and many people were testing their strength here.

These young people are all disciples of the Holy Martial Academy, all within the age of [-], and those with the weakest strength have the strength of warriors, which shows that the Holy Martial Academy is full of talents.

Xiao Ling walked to an inconspicuous corner, waiting for the test.

He doesn't expect to shine here, he just wants to quickly go through a test and leave this nightmare.

At this time, at the very front, next to the crystal ball for testing strength, an old man with a stiff face stood there.

Below him, a high-spirited young man in white stood in front of the crystal ball, planning to test his strength.

Suddenly, a young man ran up to him and whispered something in a low voice. The corner of the white-clothed young man's mouth curled up playfully, he turned around, and looked in Xiao Ling's direction with eyes full of smiles.

"Hehe, isn't this my dearest Junior Brother Xiao Ling?"

Lin Wu folded his hands behind his back, smiling like a spring breeze, which intoxicated countless young female disciples and gave them glances secretly, but he completely ignored him and said, "Since you are here, as a senior brother, I will naturally let you take the test first, after all, you have a special status... ..."

Lin Wu, a genius of the Holy Martial Academy, is very popular with everyone.

Awakening the Sword Martial Soul at the age of ten can be described as amazingly talented, and now his strength has reached the level of a nine-star warrior.

As soon as Lin Wu's voice fell, the disciples in the testing hall all looked at Xiao Ling.

The adoptive son of the dean!This former genius!
"Senior Brother Lin Wu, thank you very much..."

Facing everyone's gaze, Xiao Ling's dark eyes were about to burst into flames, and he walked towards the crystal ball with difficulty.

Lin Wu, his senior brother, when he was young, because of his extraordinary talent, Lin Wu would often follow him and ask various cultivation questions, and he would answer them one by one. The two of them enjoyed themselves happily.

However, ever since he was unable to awaken his martial soul, Lin Wu showed his true colors, aside from all kinds of ridicule, and often bullied him.

"Please, Junior Brother Xiao Ling."

Seeing Xiao Ling's pale face, Lin Wu smiled even more, walked to the side, stretched out his arms, and made a gesture of invitation.

"Xiao Ling, let's test it."

The elder looked at Xiao Ling, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

It really hurts my heart to see a genius who was once highly anticipated, now in a state of desolation.

"Yes, elder."

Xiao Ling responded, staring at the crystal ball with his pitch-black eyes, and slowly put his arms on the crystal ball, breathing heavily.

"It must be awakened! It must be!"

Under the gaze of countless gazes, Xiao Ling let out a low drink, and poured all the soul power into the crystal ball.

At this moment, it seems like an eternity!

Everyone was staring at the crystal ball. Pea-sized sweat dripped down Xiao Ling's immature cheeks as he stared at the crystal ball.

The crystal ball became brighter and brighter, and under the astonished eyes of everyone, it shone brightly, illuminating the testing hall.

"This trash, you won't be awakening your Martial Soul!"

This thought flashed through everyone's minds, but Lin Wu's face turned cold and became uncertain.

"It's almost there!"

Looking at the radiant crystal ball, the elder's eyes lit up.

Could it be that the former genius is about to come back?

"Hey, I knew I would succeed."

Looking at the dazzling light of the crystal ball, Xiao Ling finally showed a smile on his face, but then stepped down, extremely desperate.

The soul power injected into the crystal ball kept dissipating, even if his whole body soul power was injected into it, it was still irreparable.

"No!"

His whole body collapsed, Xiao Ling half-kneeled on the ground covered in sweat, his pitch-black eyes were full of dead gray.

After all... still failed...

"The Ninth Level of Soul Refining..."

Looking at the eclipsed crystal ball, the elder shook his head and reported the results with a blank expression.

He originally expected Xiao Ling to perform a miracle and awaken his martial soul, but now it seems that it is completely impossible.

"Waste is waste, still standing still."

Hearing this result, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief, let go of the stone hanging from their throats, and broke into a cold sweat secretly.

Lin Wu was very satisfied when he heard this result, and walked slowly towards Xiao Ling.

"Junior Brother Xiao Ling, don't be discouraged. Even if you don't practice, you can stay in the academy. Anyway, you can eat and drink for nothing, and live your next life in an ordinary way. After all, the outside world is too cruel. I'm afraid that if you go out, you will be gnawed by bad guys. There is not even a scum left, haha!"

(End of this chapter)