"The host uses the reserve spell to consume 2 energy points!Xenogeneous energy injection, energy unit: 2 points......" The mechanical sound of the system instantly echoed in the brain.

"I'll me! You give me a conservation of energy!"

Tang Lang was depressed and lying on the bed in a daze, and the content of the final test had been clearly explained when he entered the school: first, the strength test must reach the strength of one stone, that is, one hundred catties; second, the speed must meet the requirements of walking like flying; and finally, it is necessary to draw or defeat a mortal-level puppet in a stick of incense.

With the qualifications of his current body, the strength is only twenty or thirty pounds, and there is still a huge gap from reaching the standard, even if he practices diligently, he will definitely not be able to quickly improve to the point of meeting the requirements within half a month, and the speed still has some opportunities to meet the standard, but the last one is even more difficult, the puppet used in the test is made of hard wrought iron wood, and it must attack at least three times to its various vital points to win, but if you are accidentally attacked by it, you will definitely end up with broken bones.

And the source that supports all this is the vortex of its own spiritual power. As long as this world can sense spiritual power, it can cultivate independently, starting from the initial gray vortex, a spiritual vortex is called a product, and when it accumulates to nine vortices, it can be fused into a white spiritual vortex, and so on is a green, blue, blue, red, and gold spiritual vortex, and the corresponding identity is a martial arts apprentice, a martial artist, a samurai, a martial artist, a martial artist, a martial emperor, a martial emperor or a magic apprentice, a speller, a spell master, a spell master, a curse sect, a curse emperor, a curse emperor.

The difference is that the vortex of the spiritual power of the martial artist is stored in the dantian of the abdomen, while the vortex of the spiritual power of the magician appears in the sea of consciousness in the brain.

The academy did not issue any exercises on absorbing spiritual power, it was all up to the students of the beginner class to comprehend on their own, and the people with outstanding qualifications already had three or four spirit vortexes, and there was only a lone gray spirit vortex looming in his dantian......

"How bad is this qualification?" Tang Lang was extremely resentful of the previous owner of the body, and finally fell asleep in a daze......

"Tang Lang, get up quickly! It's already five watches, I said yesterday that I want to strengthen your training, from today onwards, I will give you special training every morning to ensure that your strength is improved in the short term, and you can pass the test, get up quickly!" Tang Lang slept soundly, and was picked up directly from the bed by Jiang Dali, pressed his head into a basin of cold water, and suddenly fell asleep.

"Do you want to be so desperate?" Tang Lang complained, but saw Jiang Dali take out four sandbags, two large and two small, first tied the large pair of sandbags to his own legs, and then tied the small pair to Tang Lang's calves.

Jiang Dali clapped his hands, jumped a few times in satisfaction on the spot, and then explained: "From today on, every morning I have to run ten miles with sandbags tied, and then come back to carry fifty loads of water, and finally fight against me for half an hour, and then go to breakfast and class, and after class in the afternoon, I will do it all again." It is estimated that in half a month, you will definitely be able to meet the target!"

Tang Lang's head was as big as a bucket when he heard this: "I don't need to test for half a month of training like this, I will be exhausted by you!"

Jiang Dali shook his head and said: "No, no, I have been exercising like this since I was ten years old, and the sandbags I just tied to you are the ones I started to use when I was five years old, ten catties each, if it weren't for your body being too weak, I wouldn't have made it so easy for you!"

"Easy your sister! How can my small body withstand such a toss, absolutely not!" Tang Lang shook his head quickly.

"My sister, where did I come from, sister! Needless to say, run with me!" Jiang Dali couldn't help but say, dragged Tang Lang and walked out of the house, although Tang Lang struggled hard, but for the strong Jiang Dali, there was no resistance at all.

Stumbling and stumbling, the two came to the open field in the academy, Jiang Dali took out a long rope and wrapped it around Tang Lang's waist, tied it firmly, held the other end in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "I will always drag the rope head, if you can't keep up, you will be dragged to the ground by me, so be sure to keep up!"

"So ruthless! I'm sure I'll be played to death by you!" Tang Lang didn't even have the strength to refute.

"It's not ruthless! When I was ten years old, my father treated me like this, at most I would suffer some minor injuries a few days ago, and I would get used to it later!" Jiang Dali explained a few words, and then ran forward without looking back.

Tang Lang suddenly felt a huge force coming from his waist, and his legs involuntarily strode forward, but after running less than half a mile, he was already panting like a cow, and he couldn't keep up with the pace at all: "Wait...... You wait for me!"

After a little distraction, Tang Lang only had time to tilt his head to one side and fell heavily to the ground, and was dragged out for more than ten zhang before stopping.

"You've only run so far that you've fallen! How can you be worse than when I was ten years old?"

Tang Lang was lying on the ground, his eyes were full of stars, and his back was rubbed by the ground and was hot and painful: "You...... You ......"

Jiang Dali lifted him up from the ground with a serious face, patted the dust on his body, and said in a deep voice: "Dad said that we are poor, and if we don't have good conditions, we can only be strict with ourselves! Don't talk nonsense, keep running, otherwise you will definitely have no chance of passing!"

Tang Lang gushed out a fierce energy, and nodded vigorously: "Die, die!

The two continued to run with all their might, Tang Lang gritted his teeth and didn't say a word, all supported by perseverance, Jiang Dali also deliberately slowed down, and after half an hour, he finally stopped.

Tang Lang's chest was panting like a bellows, he couldn't say a word, his face was pale and frightening, but Jiang Dali's face was full of unhappiness: "No! This kind of running can't achieve the effect of exercising at all, and you have to speed up in the afternoon! You wait for me here, I'll go and bring the bucket and go to fetch water together!"

Tang Lang was still gasping for breath, unable to pay attention to the other party at all, suddenly had an idea, and whispered, "It's not convenient now", the white light of the Guiyuan mantra flashed, the tiredness was swept away, and the whole person became energetic again.

Jiang Dali happened to carry two pairs of buckets and walked back, the same two large and two small, the big one was like a water tank, and the small one weighed thirty or forty pounds when it was full, and an iron chain passed through the middle, which could just be placed on both shoulders.

With the recovery of the Returning Yuan Mantra, Tang Lang did not slack off as before, but did not hesitate to take the bucket, strode towards the lake in the distance, filled the bucket in his hand with lake water, and swayed towards the fountain half a mile away.

Jiang Dali originally wanted to persuade a few words, but he didn't expect that the other party had already begun to carry water, nodded secretly, and also raised a huge bucket several times larger to quickly follow, and the muscles of his arms were raised, faintly emitting a faint light.

Finally insisted on walking to the fountain, the lake water in Tang Lang's bucket had been spilled nearly half, and he poured all the lake water into the pool with all his might, and then sat on the ground and gasped for breath, his limbs trembled, and his eyes were full of stars.

Jiang Dali walked closer, easily raised the two wooden barrels above his chest, and steadily poured the lake water into the pool water, and there was not even a little water stain around the barrel body: "Tang Lang, didn't you have an understanding of the opening of the mountain palm yesterday? When you pick up water for a while, try to use the palm technique to drive the spirit vortex, this is the trick I figured out myself, you can try it, not only can you be familiar with martial arts, but also speed up the absorption of spiritual power, killing two birds with one stone!"

"Thank you, good brother!" Tang Lang felt that the other party really wanted to help him, and the slight dissatisfaction with being forced to exercise just now immediately disappeared.

Secretly used the Guiyuan mantra to clear the fatigue, the two continued to carry water, Tang Lang followed Jiang Dali's instructions to open the mountain palm force to attract the spiritual power in the body, at first he didn't know the essentials at all, either he threw the bucket in his hand to the ground, or he used too much force under his feet, and dumped the lake water to the ground. After more than ten attempts, I gradually found some feeling, a stream of heat poured into my arms, the heavy bucket suddenly became much lighter, and my feet became calmer, and finally the task of fifty quintals was completed.

At this time, the sky had begun to brighten, and there were also figures in the academy for morning exercises, and the two found a secluded corner and began to fight.

Jiang Dali drew a circle of about ten zhang on the ground, shook his head, and crackled his whole body's bone joints: "During the assessment, I also fought against the puppet in a roughly such range, let's start!"

Jiang Dali couldn't help but say, raised his iron fist and rushed over, although he didn't use any martial arts, he still brought out the whirring fist style, Tang Lang had also fought with this kind of guy with a tiger's back before, and immediately took a few steps across to avoid its edge.

After countless life-and-death struggles on the streets, Tang Lang knew that he couldn't blindly back down, shook his arms, and slapped his palms on the shoulders of the opponent; it can be seen that Jiang Dali has always been a person who has been practicing hard with his head down, and his boxing skills are proficient and his fist style is cold, but he is not flexible enough to meet the enemy, but he is frequently hit by Tang Lang in the body, if he is not strong, he would have injured the opponent long ago.

After a quarter of an hour of fighting, Tang Lang raised his hand to signal to stop: "Vigorously, I'm afraid that if we continue to fight like this, it will have no effect! What kind of coach is there in the academy? There must be experienced people to give us guidance, otherwise it will be in vain." ”

Jiang Dali said with a wry smile: "Of course, there are coaches in the academy, whether it is a senior senior or a lecturer, they can give you practical guidance, but the fee is not cheap, and the two of us can't afford it at all." ”

Tang Lang then reacted that this other world was no different from the world before him, and it was still the children of rich families who had more opportunities to get ahead, while the students from poor families could only put in more effort.

"Isn't there any other way to increase actual combat experience?" Tang Lang also collected useful information in his memory.

"Unless......" Jiang vigorously scratched his head and said, "Unless we sign up to serve as sparring partners for those rich people, so that we can also accumulate actual combat experience!"

"Sparring?" Tang Lang hadn't been exposed to these contents before, so he couldn't help but ask.