The next morning, Ling Feng went to the main peak and found Li Liang.

Li Liang was naturally running errands for the head of the house, and this smiling tiger praised Ling Feng for a while, so he sent the so-called small gift.

A medium-grade mysterious soft armor, worn closely, the sword is difficult to hurt, and it can unload more than 1,000 catties of strength.

A map of the training ground, since Ling Feng led the team, the map is naturally indispensable. Moreover, this is not an ordinary map, it is marked in detail the dangerous locations, the growth places of rare medicinal herbs, and the areas of various demon beast branches.

The above routes were carefully screened by Li Liang to come up with such a path that is both safe and can have great gains.

It can be said that letting Ling Feng lead the team on this trip is basically for him to establish prestige in the sect, and he can also harvest those precious spirit flowers and spiritual grasses along the way, which is an absolute beauty!

Among them, the meaning of enveloping and buying is self-evident. I almost didn't say it clearly: As long as you are obediently loyal to us, how much and how much you will want in the future!

Of course, there is one more thing.

The antidote to the Golden Silkworm Gu poison!

It's been a month, and Lin Canglang deliberately pressed back a few days before sending the antidote to Ling Feng, just to deliberately let him suffer a few days of sin, and to mention Ling Feng and let him know that his little life was in his hands.

How did he know that the Golden Silkworm Gu poison in Ling Feng's body had already been dissolved, but every time he took the antidote, he had to find a way to eliminate the medicinal properties in the antidote.

It is a three-point poison, and the antidote can alleviate the toxicity of the Golden Silkworm Gu poison, which is itself a highly toxic. Ling Feng was not poisoned and took an antidote, it was a kind of pain.

But he still had to pretend to be very eager and swallow the antidote in one gulp.

......

Time flies, and the three-day period has arrived.

When the sun rose on the third day, hundreds of newly admitted disciples had gathered in the Yanwu Square of the Inner Gate of the Asking Immortal Sect, divided into a queue, and stood neatly on the square.

They have been in the inner door for many months, half a year for the longest, and a month or two for the shortest. So the sect arranged for them to go out for the first trial.

As a disciple of a sect, it is far from enough to only practice within the sect!

You must go through the baptism of blood and the tempering of the battle before you can transform into a real warrior.

These young faces, all with expectant glances in their eyes, these people are all fresh blood of the Immortal Sect.

In front of everyone, Li Liang stood with his hands in his hands, his expression was serious, and he was talking.

"The sect needs bloody disciples, and the sword of the cultivator must be baptized with blood to show its edge!"

Li Liang's words were very incendiary, and all the disciples were enthusiastic when they heard it, and their eyes were full of fighting spirit.

Nine of these ten teams had two older disciples standing in front of them, all of them with a strong aura, and their cultivation was impressively in the early stage of the Condensation Realm.

There was a hint of a smile in their eyes. Seeing these young faces, I couldn't help but think of myself at the beginning, and it seemed that I was also fooled like this.

It's just that standing in front of the sixth team, there is only a woman in purple, her eyebrows are slightly furrowed, and she looks at the west side of Yanwu Square from time to time, as if she is waiting for something.

After Li Liang finished saying the inspiring words of encouragement, he also turned his head to look at the west, and muttered in his heart: "Damn, why hasn't that kid come yet!"

As he was talking, he saw a young man in a white robe, carrying a sword as black as ink, walking slowly at the end of his vision.

His speed seemed to be slow, but in the blink of an eye, he came closer.

"Sorry, I'm a little late. Ling Feng stopped not far away.

Because I had to collect chalcedony flower dew for Duanmu Qingshan, I came a little late.

"Hehe, it doesn't matter. ”

Li Liang looked very patient and smiled slightly. As everyone knows, if this person wasn't Ling Feng, Li Liang would have been furious.

"Come on, the team you are leading is the sixth squad, and the team you are leading with you is the disciple of Senior Sister Yun Xiufeng Shuiyun, Jiang Wanqing. ”

Ling Feng looked at the crowd and secretly sighed in his heart, if he hadn't been assigned to Duanmu Qingshan's vein by mistake, he might also be one of the "rookies" among them.

looked at the sixth team, there were about ten people in each team, and Su Hongsleeve, who had sent a message to him that day, was also among them.

As for Jiang Wanqing, the purple-clothed woman who led the team, Ling Feng looked at it a few times, she was indeed a beauty, tall and tall, especially with long legs!

And he is only in his twenties, and he is already a martial artist in the Condensation Realm, and he is obviously a person with outstanding talent.

Jiang Wanqing had obviously heard of Ling Feng's name, but she was very uninterested in this guy who was late and dropped the chain before leaving.

Relying on his fame, he let everyone wait for him in the cold wind for so long, it's really self-righteous!

Seeing Ling Feng looking at herself, her eyes met Ling Feng, with a bit of provocation, and the implication was: Although this girl and you are on the same team, you'd better not provoke your aunt!

In her opinion, no matter how powerful Ling Feng was, at best, he was arrogant and arrogant in the Condensation Realm, and he was in the Condensation Realm, even if it was only a section of the Condensation Realm, he could easily suppress Ling Feng.

Ling Feng shrugged his shoulders, ignored Jiang Wanqing's provocation, and slowly walked to Jiang Wanqing's side.

The duration of this training is seven days, and Ling Feng has prepared a sufficient amount of medicine for Duanmu Qingshan, and when he comes back, he can give Duanmu Qingshan the last injection. It won't be long before Duanmu Qingyi can be completely restored.

Seeing Ling Feng join the team, Li Liang nodded and raised his voice: "Okay, Elder Ben has already said what needs to be said, next, the team leaders will take your team members and set off!"

The training activities, in the apprehension and excitement of those rookies, finally began.

This time, it is divided into ten teams to go out for training, and naturally there is a certain competition.

The rules are very simple, which team can hunt more demon beasts and collect more spirit flowers and grasses will naturally be the winning team, and after coming back, everyone can choose a yellow-level mid-grade martial art. And the team leader, there are also quite a few rewards.

However, Li Liang secretly gave Ling Feng the optimal route map in advance. It can be said that the team led by Ling Feng is difficult to win.

"Let's go!"

Jiang Wanqing didn't even glance at Ling Feng, and with a wave of her jade hand, she was about to take action with her disciples.

It's a pity that her words obviously didn't have much effect, everyone looked at Ling Feng, waiting for him to give orders, only a few male disciples, who were overwhelmed by Jiang Wanqing's appearance, followed her for a few steps, and saw that the large army did not move, and hurriedly retreated.

"Let's go!"

Ling Feng shrugged his shoulders and said lightly, and everyone immediately followed him, not daring to fall behind.

Ling Feng raised his eyebrows, it seemed that in the hearts of these inner disciples, it was still his own weight that was relatively sufficient.

In fact, it's not that Ling Feng's status is, but that this guy's prestige is very great, and his murderous reputation is even greater. Kill people, simply ask me, who dares to provoke such a evil god?

"Damn!" Jiang Wanqing's face was embarrassed, no one listened to her words at all!

She stomped her jade foot angrily, gritted her silver teeth, and could only follow, and said with hatred in her heart: "Abominable Ling Feng, you remember it for Aunt Ben!"