In the gap between the white horses, time flies, as if in the blink of an eye, two springs, summers, autumns and winters have passed since that day when Shrek and the mountain god Guo family came.
After Ling Yongsheng sent away Yan Shaozhe and his two brothers that day, he spent some time entertaining the Guo Nu brothers and then sent them away.
After that, the old man and Ling An and his wife asked Ling Bingtian if he had any special feelings for Ma Xiaotao for several days, but Ling Bingtian had no choice but to use his age as an excuse to reply.
Later, life seemed to have returned to calm, and Ling Bingtian's intense study did not stop for a day.
However, unlike the direct descendants of the Ling family in the past, Ling Bingtian would spend two hours every afternoon practicing something that they could not practice before.
Martial arts!
Under the scorching sun, in an open space specially opened for Ling Bingtian by the Ling family, four figures were squatting on horseback, their clothes soaked with sweat.
If you look closely, you can see that the figure standing in front is Ling Bingtian, the eldest young master of the Ling family.
Compared with two years ago, in addition to being taller, Ling Bingtian's breath has also become more rounded and restrained.
The biggest change was that of Ling Bingtian's skin, which changed from the original fair color to a bronze color that symbolized health and strength.
The slightly bulging muscles also prove Ling Bingtian's hard work and sweat in the past two years.
A head of medium-long black hair was evenly scattered on his head, and drops of sweat streaked across Ling Bingtian's cheeks, but it failed to make him open his eyes.
"Ouch, let's stop practicing. It's too tiring." A wailing sound came from a figure next to Ling Bingtian.
If you look closely, you will find that the most obvious feature of this person is a big nose. In addition, his waist also looks particularly strong.
It was Wang Dayu who had interacted with Ling Bingtian in school two years ago.
At this time, he wailed and gave up and continued to squat on the horse. He looked sideways at Ling Bingtian squatting in front, his lower limbs trembling unconsciously.
But through Wang Dayu's small eyes, it can still be seen that he should have some remaining strength.
"Trash, you are worthy of being loyal to the young master." At this time, a faint voice came from the other side of Ling Bingtian.
"Damn, Yuan Chao, don't be too crazy. If you have the guts, you and I can rest later and challenge me in a duel." Wang Dayu shouted angrily in the direction from which the voice came.
"Hey, wait." The faint voice still came from the other side, agreeing to the battle.
"Okay, if you have this skill, you might as well practice more." Ling Bingtian's voice came out at the right time, ending the discussion between the two.
"Big Fish, if you don't want to experience the devil's extreme training again, I advise you to practice hard on a regular basis."
"Yuan Chao, be calmer at ordinary times, so that you won't get upset easily during the battle."
Wang Dayu's expression changed slightly, vaguely revealing a hint of fear of the devil's extreme training that Ling Bingtian said.
But two years of getting along together still made him and that faint voice reply to Ling Bingtian: "Yes."
Ling Bingtian stabilized his body, but his mind was thinking about some past events that happened in the past two years.
There is no need to say more about Wang Dayu, Yuan Chao is the skinny kid he met in school.
He was a child of a middle-class member of the clan. With his talent and status, he had no chance to enter the school.
But two years ago, his father died unexpectedly during a Ling family event, which gave him the opportunity to study in a school.
But the martial soul awakened by Yuan Chao was one of the weakest soul beasts, the wind baboon.
The most speechless thing is that his martial soul may have undergone a vicious mutation, making his innate soul power only half a level like a certain leader ten thousand years ago.
This also led to the fact that although Yuan Chao had the opportunity to study at the Ling Family Academy, he was always bullied because of his half-level innate soul power.
For the sake of his still-living mother, Yuan Chao endured all kinds of bullying, until that day, a ray of light shined into his gloomy life.
"What are you guys doing!" An angry voice scolded the crowd that was surrounding him and laughed away, then approached him and stretched out a hand to him.
"You seem to be a student in the school too. They are so shameless. If someone bullies you again next time, you can come to me."
Although their identities were very different, Ling Bingtian's gentle and equal attitude won Yuan Chao's loyalty almost instantly.
Not to mention that Ling Bingtian later pulled him to practice martial arts that were said to be passed down by gods. From the first time he practiced martial arts, Yuan Chao swore in his heart that he would be loyal to the young master and believe in the God of Martial Arts to the death. Perform every task assigned to him by the young master.
Therefore, every time Yuan Chao trains, he has to practice to his limit before giving up. Unlike Wang Dayu, he still occasionally thinks of laziness.
About half an hour later, Ling Bingtian glanced at the watch on his hand. Knowing that the time was almost there, he said, "It's almost time. Let's call it a day."
After saying that, Ling Bingtian stood up first and began to stretch his body. The other two sweaty figures next to him also stopped working with him and began to stretch.
Wang Dayu, who was lazy on the side, seemed a little embarrassed at this time. After all, he had finished stretching long ago and could only watch at this time.
"Fan Xiang, how is your Qingfeng Kung practice now?"
While stretching, Ling Bingtian turned around and asked the silent one among the four.
Fan Xiang was the guard who stood guard at the gate of Beicheng and received Ling Yongsheng and Ling Bingtian.
After observing his talent in martial arts, Ling Bingtian asked Ling An to transfer him from the Jibing Army to his side to practice martial arts with him.
Strangely enough, almost a month after Ling Bingtian finished treating Ma Xiaotao, he asked Ling An to take him throughout Jibing City, but he never found a single person whose martial arts talent could reach the purple level.
Helpless, Ling Bingtian was unwilling to allocate the scarce new energy to those who were not talented enough. It would be a pure waste.
Therefore, in the end, the only people who practiced with him were Wang Dayu, Yuan Chao and Fan Xiang.
As for Ling An, asking him to practice with his son is really not a good idea.
In addition, he usually has a lot of work to do, so he usually doesn't practice with Ling Bingtian and the others.
"Young Master, I have reached the third level of cultivation." Fan Xiang comes from a military family, so his body is extremely tall and straight, and his facial features are three-dimensional, giving him a capable temperament. His answers to Ling Bingtian's words were also concise and to the point.
the third floor? These words made Wang Dayu's heart skip a beat. When Ling Bingtian asked last week, was Brother Fan still at the second level of peak?
Now that he has broken through to the third level, it seems that he is likely to be unlucky.
Sure enough, Ling Bingtian looked at Wang Dayu like a dead fish and said lightly: "You understand."
"Yes." Wang Dayu wiped the sweat from his head and ran out helplessly to practice more.
"Haha." Yuan Chao on the side couldn't help but sneered when he saw Wang Dayu was defeated.
In terms of talent, he is the strongest among the three. With the Sky Fire Technique that Ling Bingtian gave him, Yuan Chao has already reached the late stage of the third level by relying on the spirit of practicing to the point of death as long as he can't die.
The first step of martial arts is completely different from that of a soul master. There is no need for soul beasts to provide soul rings at the bottleneck.
When you reach a bottleneck in martial arts practice, you only need to rely on your own understanding and absorbed energy to have a chance to break through.
The first level of martial arts is divided into nine levels, and the first level of martial arts is the first level.
The nine levels of training are skin, tendons, bones, flesh, blood, internal organs, limbs, body and brain.
Ling Bingtian can tell how many levels they have by looking at the catalog of the techniques collected in the divine bead.
The few people Ling Bingtian selected were naturally those who could cultivate all the way to the first level.
Relying on their strong talents, except for Wang Dayu who occasionally fishes and Ling An who is usually busy with affairs, Ling Bingtian and the other two have already reached the third level, which is the bone training realm.
Seeing Wang Dayu running away, Ling Bingtian sighed. This boy was usually too lazy.
"Okay, Brother Xiang, I understand. Let's go and wash up. The three of us will report to the training camp tomorrow. Don't be merciful then." Ling Bingtian said to Fan Xiang One sentence.
Two years of intense study have ended. Ling Bingtian has gained a deeper understanding of everything from astronomy and geography to aristocratic etiquette, from the martial soul itself to all the beasts in the world.
At this stage, Ling Bingtian will also enter the training camp for a three-year military career.
At the same time, Fan Xiang, who is a Jibing soldier, is also returning to the team.
I don't know if it was a coincidence or an arrangement by the senior management of the Ling family, but Fan Xiang was also one of the instructors for Ling Bingtian's training camp.
"Yes, young master, I understand." Fan Xiang replied lightly, indicating that he already knew.
"It's okay. With the cultivation of the 28th-level soul master, Young Master, those things in the training camp are not a piece of cake." Yuan Chao said happily after finishing stretching aside.
That's right, after two years of training, Ling Bingtian has grown from a 19th-level soul master to a 28th-level soul master.
Just two days after helping Ma Xiaotao complete the treatment, Ling Bingtian broke through the level 20 bottleneck.
Under the leadership of Ling Yongsheng, he once again went to the far north to hunt down a powerful thousand-year-old avian soul beast, achieving the position of the great soul master with double purple rings.
"I advise you not to underestimate the training camp." Compared with Yuan Chao's optimistic attitude, the knowledgeable Ling Bingtian is not so ignorant.
"The training camp does not necessarily teach you how to train dryly. There are many things that are more important than superb cultivation..." With that said, Ling Bingtian walked towards the bathroom.
That's all. As for what Yuan Chao thinks in the end, that's not Ling Bingtian's decision.
"No way, Brother Xiang, is there anything more important than cultivation?" Yuan Chao was a little confused. In his imagination, cultivation was the most important thing on the mainland.
This always made him complain about his damn innate half-level soul power.
Fan Xiang glanced at Yuan Chao, giving him a look to let him understand for himself, and then followed Ling Bingtian.
Everything in the training camp is kept absolutely confidential from these children. This involves military orders. As a professional soldier, Fan Xiang will naturally not make such a low-level mistake.
Yuan Chao was left alone, thinking about what could be more important than cultivation.
It wasn't until Ling Bingtian and Fan Xiang's figures were about to disappear from sight that Yuan Chao reacted, shouted "Wait for me" and then chased after them.
No matter what it is, the soldiers will block it, and the water will cover it with soil~~
