"Ho--"
Ling Ao lay weakly on the ring, and was still unable to move until he was lifted down by several disciples of the Alchemy Hall.
The overdraft caused by burning blood is extremely strong. Even the powerful recovery ability of the dragon's body has to be recovered slowly, not to mention that the foundation of his body is just a weak human body.
Old Man Sikong came to him on crutches and gently put a hand on his shoulder.
Ling Ao felt a burst of warm air flow into his meridians, dispelling the pain in his limbs and bones caused by extreme weakness. It's just that the weakness in his blood has not been removed, and he needs to slowly recover on his own.
"Master..." he murmured, unwilling to raise his head, "disciple has failed to live up to your high expectations."
"Silly boy." Old Man Sikong pressed his head and said with a smile: "You reaching the semi-finals are enough to satisfy me. What you realize is that you are living up to your own ambition."
Ling Ao remained silent, lowering his head and saying nothing.
Old Man Sikong didn't talk to him much, but let him leave in despair and returned to the viewing platform on his own.
Of course it's not that he doesn't care about his disciple, but he knows that this disciple is arrogant and any excessive attention at this moment of failure may make him feel disappointed.
This is also a necessary tempering of the mind, and he must come out of it on his own.
"Hehe, you can do it as an apprentice. A single seedling won the semi-finals. Why do you look so sad? Are you lecturing him?" asked the emperor's daughter Feng, who was sitting next to her on the viewing platform.
"How can I reprimand him?" Old Man Sikong said: "It's just that he can't accept failure in his heart."
"Your apprentice is still worse than my apprentice." Emperor Feng shook her head.
"Haha, your disciple doesn't have much chance of winning, right?" Old Man Sikong didn't get angry with him, he just laughed.
"I'm not talking about winning or losing." Emperor Daughter Feng said: "Believe it or not, even if my apprentice utters arrogant words and is crushed by others and loses, he will definitely still be smiling and not take it seriously when he gets off the stage."
Old Man Sikong blinked and thought to himself, isn't this just shameless? Why are you so proud?
Of course, as an experienced veteran who has been practicing for hundreds of years, he naturally knows that this quality also represents a kind of strength.
The road to spiritual practice is long, who can be a victorious general?
Strong men throughout the ages have the quality to not be knocked down by any failure.
I hope Ling Ao can get through this.
…
Ling Ao walked alone to a corner of the mountain wall outside Tongtian Peak Square, sat down against a stone, and looked up at the sky.
Why?
Is talent really invincible?
He went to Shushan very early and followed the old man Sikong since he was a child. His master rated him as having average qualifications. If he worked hard throughout his life, he would be able to touch the great road if he met another opportunity.
And talented people like Jiang Yuebai have had high hopes since childhood and are identified as people who will definitely lead Shushan in the future.
He refused.
Why has my life been judged as inferior to others from the beginning?
So he worked hard to practice and strive to be the first. From the beginning of the physical training stage, he set his sights on those geniuses and set himself with this goal. But in the first level, he could keep up, but in the second level, he was far behind. By the time he reached the third realm, he had already been left far behind and could no longer compare to him.
When the news came that Xu Ziyang had reached the fifth realm, he was still stuck at the peak of the divine realm.
In fact, at his age, reaching the peak of the divine realm is not a very weak cultivation level. Shang Ziliang is in this situation, and he is already considered outstanding among the young disciples in Shushan. And Lin Bei relied on unexpected encounters to reach such a state.
But Ling Ao was in pain.
Just like his name, he is arrogant, but has to endure his inferiority at every turn.
Old Man Sikong had also taught him many times that talent was already destined, but even if his talent fell behind during his cultivation, he might not be able to catch up with his acquired perseverance and hard work.
Ling Ao also firmly believed this.
He still practiced hard day after day, even though he was still unknown. Until that day, Master succeeded in fishing dragons for Shushan.
Ling Ao felt that his opportunity had come.
Talent is destiny, but if there is any great opportunity that can change it, True Dragon is definitely one of them.
Ling Ao didn't believe in fate.
He has to fight for it himself.
Guxuan Peak is near the water tower. He read from ancient books the ritual of dragon descendants to sacrifice to the real dragon in ancient times, and went to pray to the real dragon every day.
finally.
Due to his unremitting efforts, the real dragon gave him the "Dragon Blood Body Forging".
Dragon blood training does not involve bathing in dragon blood, but the real dragon injects a drop of blood essence into his body. This drop of blood essence will boil and fuse in his body, constantly tempering his own blood, and rapidly increasing the strength of his physical body.
In ancient times, true dragons used this method to reward and promote loyal dragon attendants. Now Ling Ao also had such an opportunity to upgrade his physical body to a terrifying level in one fell swoop.
He felt that he was finally back on the same starting line as those geniuses, and he would prove that he was definitely no worse than them!
But not long after, something happened again.
That is, the white dragon gave its original dragon scales to others, not one, but two.
But those two people did nothing. Not only did they not pray to the real dragon like themselves, they were even begged by the real dragon to accept the inheritance.
Master asked him to keep this matter absolutely confidential.
He was very puzzled.
How come that man and that fish can get something better than themselves without doing anything?
If dragon blood body forging is the way that the true dragon rewards its attendants, then the original dragon scale is the way that the true dragon gives the inheritance. If it is in the immortal sect, it is equivalent to one being a servant and the other being a true disciple.
This is still when he doesn't know the existence of the Dragon Ball. By the same analogy, getting the Dragon Ball is probably equivalent to getting the position of headmaster.
Of course, in this era there are no longer dragon attendants, they are just means to increase strength.
However, the enhancement of the body forged with dragon blood is only one-time. It greatly enhances the physical body in a short period of time, and the potential for sustainability in the future is not great. The origin of dragon scales is not like this. As long as you keep practicing breathing, your future is extremely bright.
Even if you say that I am not as good as Chu Liang from Yinjian Peak, you can bear it. After all, he is the best golden elixir, but how can I be inferior to a fish?
Anger rose in Ling Ao's heart again, and he began to rack his brains, looking for martial arts skills...looking for dragon clan magic weapons...thinking of ways to improve his strength, hoping to trample all those geniuses under his feet at the Shushan Mountain Summit!
Prove that you are not weaker than anyone!
Then Jiang Yuebai directly shattered his dream with an easy and freehand magic spell.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that her entanglement with him is just to hide her strength. With her cultivation and magical power reserves, it may not be too difficult to defeat herself if she goes all out.
She didn't even take out her magic weapon.
And my painstaking preparations for so long seemed like a joke.
Is human life really predestined?
Just as he sighed dejectedly, a figure wearing a white robe suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Junior brother Ling, it's just a mere defeat, why are you so depressed?" The visitor asked with concern.
"What?" Ling Ao raised his eyes and asked.
"I have an idea that will give you a chance to become Shushan's chief disciple. Are you interested?"
…
"Senior Brother Xu must win!", "Senior Brother Xu must win!", "Senior Brother Xu must win!"
When Xu Ziyang took the stage, cheers and cheers rang out from all around, like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.
He was also dressed in white, and he still had the same figure as straight as a sword and halberd, with a handsome and handsome face, and his eyes were as bright as lightning. There was no expression on his face, and he was as cold as ice.
His popularity on Shu Mountain has always been second only to Jiang Yuebai. Considering Jiang Fairy's appearance, it can be said that he has received the most recognition in terms of strength.
Most people would think that he was the first disciple to win the title.
What's more, his opponent is Chu Liang, who has few supporters.
Only Lin Bei and his two kittens shouted some other slogans on the sidelines, "Chu Liang, Chu Liang! Shushan is the strongest!", "Chu Liang, Chu Liang! Great appearance!"
But to no avail, he was completely drowned out by Xu Ziyang's support over there.
There were even people there who deliberately shouted "Chu Liang Chu Liang, Fang Xin Luang", hoping to disrupt their rhythm and collapse their resistance.
Amid such overwhelming support, Chu Liang walked onto the ring with a smile on his face.
Listening to the shouts from all directions, he suddenly raised his left hand, raised his head, and raised a finger.
Put it in front of your lips!
There's that gesture again.
Silence!
The whole place was in an uproar!
There was actually a brief silence.
Ling Ao had just responded to the audience like this before and was slapped in the face. Chu Liang actually dared to make such an action. This required more courage than Ling Ao did.
It's twice as crazy!
Thanks to my brother for the second leader reward. Thank you very much. I owe you 45 more.
(End of chapter)
