A hundred miles away from the decisive battle between Cheng Ling and the Wolf King, a young man wearing colorful kendo uniforms walked slowly. It is said that the kendo uniforms worn in the academy are all white, but this young man painted flowers of many colors on his clothes, red and green. At first glance, he thought they were kendo uniforms.
Not only that, his whole person exuded a dandy air. He had a twig in his mouth, a sword in his left hand, casually draped over his shoulder, and several wine gourds hanging around his waist. He didn't look like a disciple of the Famous Sword Academy.
But on the chest of the colorful kendo uniform, two crossed swords were clearly drawn. The costumes of the inner disciples of Mingjian Academy are all very distinctive. Not only are the costumes of the three major academies easy to distinguish, but even the disciples of the same Taoist academy can easily identify their identities.
Taking the Kendo Academy as an example, the general inner disciples draw one sword on their chest; the core disciples draw two swords; the direct disciples draw three swords; the court attendants four, and the inner dean five.
As for the costumes of the deans, there are differences. For the deans of the three major branches, the Kendo Institute has five colored swords, the Hodo Institute has five colored spell patterns, usually with the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth; the Martial Arts Institute has five colored swords. The five colorful peaks are very beautiful.
On top of the three branch deans, there is also a general dean. He holds the highest position in the Famous Sword Academy, just like a mortal emperor. When Cheng Ling saw the introduction in the disciple token, his only reaction was: In my day, this institution is too bloated. It is just a monastic school, and it is like a state power.
Let's not talk about Cheng Ling's psychology. In short, the hierarchy among the academy's disciples is strict. The disciples' daily dress, words and deeds all looked like promising young people from well-known and noble families. I have never seen a disciple like this before!
The young man was walking leisurely on the mountain road, humming some unknown slang tunes, and looked very comfortable. At this moment, a wolf howl reaching into the sky reached his ears from afar.
"Huh? This wolf howl should be the top-level sixth-grade Wind Wolf King! What's going on? Is there something good to watch over there?"
A ray of light flashed in the young man's eyes, and he moved and disappeared in an instant. After burning the incense, I came outside the dense forest and saw Cheng Ling's blood-red eyes staring fiercely at the hundreds of wind demon wolves in front of him.
He looked at the situation on the field and couldn't open his mouth in astonishment for a long time. The corpses of the wind demon wolf were everywhere, plus the wolf king as big as a cow in the distance. It's amazing, this inner disciple who came out of nowhere is so fierce and kills so many demon wolves.
Cheng Ling also spotted the young man, his consciousness swept away, and he was also puzzled. Isn't this the core disciple of the Kendo Academy? Why is he dressed so fancy, like a twenty-five-year-old? However, I was alert in my heart. The strength of the core disciples was extraordinary, at least they were Nascent Soul Perfection.
Now that he was seriously injured, there was not much real energy left in his body. If the other party had malicious intentions, the situation would be dire. He hurriedly swallowed a spiritual fruit and used the Wood Spirit Duel Technique to recover his injuries and true energy.
His eyes were fixed on the young man in colorful clothes, not daring to slack off at all!
The young man in colorful clothes glanced in all directions and then glanced at Cheng Ling, knowing what he was thinking. He laughed and said: "Junior brother, don't be afraid. I am a swordsman in the Kendo Academy. I was just attracted by the Wolf King's roar. There is no other meaning."
He paused and then said: "Junior brother is really fierce, but from the look of you, you are spending a lot of money. I'll help you clean up these little guys!"
After saying that, he flicked the long sword in his left hand, and a dazzling sword light flashed. Dozens of afterimages appeared in front of his eyes. In an instant, the hundreds of demon wolves around him fell down one by one without making any sound.
Cheng Ling's pupils shrank, his sword moves were so fast, and his body skills were also very fast. Who is this person? Sword hero? Seems like somewhere
Heard it.
He didn't speak. When he saw the other party helping him kill the Wind Demonic Wolf, he simply sat down cross-legged, recovered his cultivation and injuries, separated a ray of consciousness, and paid close attention. He did not put away his sword wings. If there was any If there is any unusual behavior, flee immediately.
The current situation is definitely not conducive to fighting. A man can bend and stretch. Since he knows the identity of the other party, he is not afraid of not having a chance to regain his position.
Jian Yinghao glanced at Cheng Ling indifferently and didn't care. He leaned against a big tree and watched with interest, as if waiting for Cheng Ling to recover.
Two hours later, Cheng Ling finally recovered from his injuries and cultivation. However, his mental energy was greatly consumed, and it was not easy to recover all of it. But the present moment was by no means a good time to recover, so he could only give up temporarily. With enough true energy, he was sure of escaping unscathed.
He stood up, bowed to Jian Yinghao and said, "I've met my senior brother, thank you for your help!"
"Well, you've recovered everything?"
"Almost!" Cheng Ling naturally couldn't tell him truthfully, so she could only say vaguely.
"You killed these Wind Demonic Wolf and Wolf King all by yourself?"
"good!"
"May I have your name?"
"Cheng Ling is here!"
"Oh? Cheng Ling? Never heard of it. You should be famous in the inner sect for your strength!"
Cheng Ling was happy, this swordsman was interesting and he spoke directly, but that was fine, he was the most annoying when people beat around the bush.
He then said: "It's normal that you haven't heard of my name, but I have heard of your name, but it seems that when I was in the outer sect, why did I become an inner sect again, and am I still a core disciple?"
"Oh, are you talking about that boy from the Sword Control Sect? He seems to be one of the top 100 outer disciples. Don't worry, he should change his name now. From now on, the name Jian Yinghao will represent me!"
Cheng Ling was startled, what happened? He did remember that the seventeenth-ranked outer disciple was also called Jian Yinghao. Why did it suddenly change? He asked curiously: "What did you do to him?"
Jian Yinghao didn't want to say it, but he admired Cheng Ling's fighting prowess very much and wanted to have a discussion. If he didn't tell him, he was afraid that the other party wouldn't be willing.
He could only say helplessly: "It's nothing, I just forced him to change his name. From now on, he will be called Yu Jianhao! What the hell, a mere top 100 from the outer sect has the same name as this young master. This is not to bury me. What?"
Cheng Ling's head was full of black lines. Where did this second-generation ancestor come from? His parents gave him the name, and it wasn't his fault. But it didn't look like he was being unreasonable. A common dandy would probably kill the other person directly. He was merciful, but just a bit overbearing.
Cheng Ling shook his head. It would be better for him not to offend this kind of second-generation ancestor. Then he said: "Okay, my injury has recovered, and I plan to return to the academy. Senior brother, please say goodbye!"
"No, junior brother, you are so strong that you even killed the Wolf King. To be honest, you are not sure that you can even fight me. Now that you have recovered, how about we spar and let me see your swordsmanship?" Jian Yinghao He quickly stopped him and said in front of Cheng Ling.
Cheng Ling glanced at him suspiciously, and saw that his expression didn't seem to be fake. Did he really just want to compete with me?
"No, I'm very tired today. Although my cultivation has recovered, I still have internal injuries. I have to go back to the academy to heal!"
"Is that so?" Jian Yinghao frowned and said unwillingly: "Then tell me where the academy is located, and we will have another fight after we recover."
Um? Do you really just want to have a discussion with me? Cheng Ling thought for a while and said, "But I still have many tasks to complete. I need to collect herbs and materials first. I don't know how many days it will take!"
"Why is it so troublesome!"
Jian Yinghao scratched his head and gritted his teeth and said: "Well, I'll help you collect it. You tell me what materials you need. As for internal injuries, I have a few God-Reviving Pills here, which should be able to restore your injuries. Take them!" "
Cheng Ling was very happy, this sword hero is interesting. Just to compete with him, he is willing to help with the task and even takes out the elixir to restore his injuries. He knew that the Restoring Pill was very helpful for both internal and mental injuries, and its value was not low. Who knew that the other party was not stingy with it.
However, he was not willing to agree to the other party's request for sparring without any reason. He thought about it in his mind and did not accept the elixir that was handed to him.
Jian Yinghao couldn't bear his temper and said again: "Brother Cheng, just agree. Life in this academy is so boring. It's almost suffocating me. I finally meet such a fierce junior brother like you, so we can have a good discussion. I promise No heavy blows.”
That expression was so pitiful and pitiful. Cheng Ling had no choice but to take the elixir and said with a wry smile: "Okay! I'll complete the task first, and then I'll fight you after I recover!"
Jian Yinghao was overjoyed and urged Cheng Ling to tell him the materials to be collected for the mission, and said: "Junior brother, you can heal your wounds here. I will help you find those materials. Maybe I have them with me."
Cheng Ling smiled bitterly, there is such a bellicose person. She told him all the materials she needed and didn't care. Since there was free labor, it was more important to restore her mental strength first.
Jian Yinghao learned the name of the material and went there excitedly.
Cheng Ling sat down cross-legged and smelled the God-Reviving Pill. Seeing that there was nothing unusual, he swallowed it in one gulp and began to regain his mental strength. The price of the God-Reviving Pill is not high, but the grade is not high. It is only a top-grade fourth-grade pill. Cheng Ling can also refine it. He can tell whether it is true or false as soon as he smells it, so naturally he cannot hide it.
After taking a few pills, his mental strength returned to its original state within two hours. I hesitated in my heart, who is this sword hero? His clothes look like a second-generation ancestor, but his demeanor is upright. Could he be the nephew of an elder in the academy?
It seems that his purpose is very simple, he just wants to have a discussion with himself. However, the opponent's strength cannot be seen clearly, and his cultivation level is obviously higher, so it is necessary to consider whether he has no reservations during the sparring session. At least Bibo swordsmanship cannot be easily shown to others!
Cheng Ling thought as he waited where he was. After an hour, Jian Yinghao turned around. Before he even reached Cheng Ling, he said, "This academy mission is really fucked. There are so many herbs to find, and so do you. Why are you accepting some collection missions?"
After that, he handed over some herbal minerals and said, "Hey, I've been looking for a long time, and I only found these. Let's make do with part of it. It looks like you have recovered. How about a fight now?"
What a militant. Cheng Ling took the materials and said helplessly: "It's okay to have a fight. Since I promised, I will do it. But your cultivation level is much higher than mine. No matter how you fight, you will lose. Why don't you wait until my cultivation level is higher?" So, shall we fight again?”
"No! I've been looking for you for a long time, and you're still lying. I promise to use the strength of the early Nascent Soul, isn't it?" Jian Yinghao almost jumped up and said hurriedly.
"Are we just fighting in vain? No chance of winning?" Cheng Ling asked.
"What do you want? Tell me and I'll bet!"
"Let's do this. If I win, you can help me collect the remaining materials. If I lose, I'll be with you anytime you want to fight. How about that?"
Jian Yinghao's face lit up and he pretended to be thinking, without answering.
Cheng Ling smiled secretly, having already seen through his little thoughts.
"but......!"
What? Nothing else? I couldn't pretend anymore, so I hurriedly said: "Okay, I agreed, that's it, come on!"
After that, get ready for war!
