It was as if the legs had been filled with lead, and it was very difficult to just step out.

Ling Luo was sweating profusely, and every breath he exhaled was hot and heavy.

The physical strength is close to the limit.

The surrounding students have fallen one by one. There were many girls who sat down on the ground, and even two of them began to sob.

"Get up! Get it all up for me! ”

Shi Yi's roar, accompanied by the "snapping" sound of the leather whip, became the main theme of the training ground.

"Run! Move it! If you can't insist, it's waste! Anyone who falls behind is not worthy of being my Shi Yi's student, and they will all drop out! ”

The word dropout made these pampered sons of heaven change color when they heard it.

The admission qualifications of Jiulan College are too precious!

Several teenagers let out a wolf's howl of pain, got up from the ground of the training ground again, and stumbled on.

The students in the class, when they passed by Ling Luo's side, all glared at her with extremely resentful eyes, and complained breathlessly: "It's all your fault!" ”

Ling Luo was speechless.

Get. This offended all the students in the entire classroom.

If people are unlucky, they can really stuff their teeth by drinking cold water.

It's tiring, but you have to persevere.

At this moment, Ling Luo was desperately persevering with a single thought.

Twenty-five laps later, Ling Luo felt that his legs had completely lost sensation.

She didn't know what tiredness was.

At this moment, from the depths of his body, a new force suddenly gushed out, like a clear spring, flowing to the limbs and hundreds of remains.

The legs were no longer like lead, but quicker.

She broke through the tipping point of physical strength.

Ling Luo's face was crossed with joy, his pace was extremely steady, and even his chaotic breathing became regular.

"Well done."

Xuanyuan Yu, who has been by his side, gave affirmative praise.

The warm winter sun gradually rises, and the sun shines on the earth.

On the training ground, the students sweated.

Before you know it, fifty laps have passed. Ling Luo had already broken through the critical point, and he looked extremely relaxed at the moment.

On the other hand, the students who ran together, with expressions of almost dying, completed their tasks one after another and returned to the classroom to rest.

At this moment, on the training ground, only Ling Luo and Xuanyuan Yu remained.

Shi Yi had a cold stinky face, holding a leather whip in his hand, and monitored it closely.

An old man with a white beard slowly walked to the edge of the training ground, and a trace of helplessness crossed his eyes that had precipitated the wisdom of the years.

Shi Yi also found the old man, and the anger on his face instantly dissipated, and he changed to a respectful expression, and bowed: "Teacher." ”

This old man is the current head of Jiulan Academy, a ninth-order great martial artist, a member of the royal family, his name is Chen Han, and he is called "Lord Han" in the court.

Shi Yi is one of Chen Han's personal disciples.

In addition, Jiulan Academy is a place where teachers are respected, and the relationship between master and apprentice is far more important than the title of power.

Therefore, when Shi Yi saw Chen Han, he called him "teacher", not "Lord Han".

"Stones, corporal punishment of students again?" Chen Han smiled very kindly.

Over the years, he had called this recalcitrant disciple "Stone", an almost nickname.

Shi Yi raised his head, with a look of awe in his eyes, and said solemnly: "Teacher Hui, these two students, one is sleeping in the disciple's class, and the other is directly rude, breaking the disciple's arm, and they should be punished!" ”