After a night of practice, Zeng Xiaoren went to the Blood Dojo full of energy to carry out a new day's work. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Gravitational field, five times the gravity held for fifteen minutes.

Falling rock pit, 10 minutes. Flame runway, burned by flames fourteen minutes later...... Zeng Xiaoren has trained again in all the events, and he has made significant progress compared to yesterday.

In this way, he began to exercise and practice day after day. Every day, he exhausted the power of his bloodline, and then returned to practice at night.

Ten days later, he had met all the requirements of a normal low-level bloodline warrior and began to attack higher targets again.

At the bar, Zeng Xiaoren chatted with two waitresses during a break.

"Zeng Xiaoren, you have made such a fast progress, when you first came here before, the blood crystals in many places had to be placed with the help of others. Now you can do it on your own. Du Yun, the maid of the Wu clan, said.

The maid of the demon clan, Li Miao, also nodded and said seriously: "That's right, I've been in the Blood Dojo for so long. There are others who practice harder than you, but none of them have made as fast progress as you! Are you really just a human bloodline? Do you still have some demon venerable or great demon bloodline?"

Du Yun retorted: "I think he must have hidden the bloodline of our Wu clan in his body, and after the bloodline of the Wu clan is activated, his body will increase rapidly!"

Zeng Xiaoren smiled and did not argue with them. The potential of the Terran bloodline, they can't understand.

"By the way, there is a lecture in Sect Lin today, but it's a pity that I can't leave, otherwise I really want to go and see. Du Yun said.

"Really?" Zeng Xiaoren said in surprise. Lin Yao's teaching was naturally to teach combat skills to the students of the Blood Dojo. An eight-star general will personally give a lecture, which can benefit him immensely.

"Of course, I heard that some rich second generations deliberately spent a lot of money to let him out of the mountain. It's just to learn combat skills, and then pass the glory rating of the War Emperor. Li Miao said regretfully, "I really want to go and see it, but unfortunately I have to stay at the bar during the day."

The two of them couldn't go, but Zeng Xiaoren could. He had finished his work today, so he went to the battle skill platform in advance, and found a corner to stay in the distance, waiting for Lin Yao to teach.

There were also a few people who thought the same as Zeng Xiaoren, and a few staff members of the Blood Dojo took advantage of their positions to sneak into the battle technology platform and wanted to watch. In this regard, the managers of the combat technology station also turned a blind eye and let them stay.

One after another, some students came to the combat technology platform. They are all in their teens, about the same age as Zeng Xiaoren. But the difference is that the weakest of these people are all middle-level bloodline warriors, and even high-level bloodline warriors have a few people.

Someone next to Zeng Xiaoren said enviously: "These young people not only have strong blood talent, but also have a strong identity background. When they learn the skills of Sect Leader Lin, maybe someone can really get the glory rating of the War Emperor, and after that, they can be called geniuses and be fully cultivated by the family. ”

After everyone arrived, Lin Yao came slowly. His steps were steady, standing on the battle platform, his majestic gaze swept over everyone, and the powerful aura made everyone's hearts sink, and some complicated thoughts suddenly converged.

Lin Yao first began to explain the theoretical knowledge: "Combat skills are combat skills. Through the combination of punches, feet, body, and bloodline power, you can perform powerful martial arts skills to defeat your opponent. ”

"And if you want to learn combat skills and learn fine combat skills, you must first master the most basic combat methods. From breathing to exerting force, from standing to moving, these are all techniques. ”

Zeng Xiaoren listened meticulously in the corner, while imitating and learning the skills taught by Lin Yao.

"When a practitioner is standing, he must be able to be loose and unremitting, tight but not stiff, find the critical point of the six directions on the body, up and down, left and right, back and forth, and let the strength of the body return to ......zero," Lin Yao explained and demonstrated little by little.

The teenagers and girls under the battle stage were all serious and nervous to learn with him. As soon as the connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one. Lin Yao, as the strongest sect leader in the Qicheng Blood Dojo, was more than one level higher than the other sect leaders.

Even Hetu praised: "This Lin Yao's skills are all focused on the foundation of battle, and it can be seen that he should have experienced a lot of battles in order to have this kind of experience." ”

Lin Yao's lecture lasted all afternoon, and Zeng Xiaoren had been secretly studying in the corner. When he left, Zeng Xiaoren also bowed to him like those students, although Lin Yao didn't come to teach him, but he learned something from him, and it didn't hurt to bow to his teacher.

"I learned a lot today, and I will come to every class of Lin Yao in the future!" The class has ended, and Zeng Xiaoren is still reminiscing about what Lin Yao taught.

"Zeng Xiaoren?" he suddenly heard someone calling him, who seemed to be one of those students.

"Sure enough, it's you!" a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy walked out of the cadets. He is very tall, nearly one meter nine tall, and at the same time has blue scales on his arms, which he knows at a glance that he is of demon blood.

"Are you?" Zeng Xiaoren looked at him, unable to remember when he had met him.

"Hmph, don't you know me, I remember you!" the young man snorted coldly, "My name is Jiang Hongwu, do you remember?"

"Jiang Hongwu?" Zeng Xiaoren shook his head.

"How forgetful the nobles are!" Jiang Hongwu said in a strange manner, "Five years ago, I went to your house to visit my aunt Jiang Huiyun. Because I said a few words to Song Man's little girl, you asked someone to beat me up for a while!

Five years ago, Zeng Xiaoren vaguely remembered such an incident. But after his soul from the earth merged with Zeng Xiaoren's soul before, the memories of both parties were not very clear. But judging by the way he looks, this should have happened.

Zeng Xiaoren doesn't remember anything else, but he can remember his former sister Song Man very clearly. In his memory, when Song Man came to his house, he was weak and sickly. I sympathize with her, and whoever bullies her will be retaliated against. Who would have thought that later she would betray herself and her parents!

Zeng Xiaoren thought of her and couldn't help but clench his fists.

"In this way, you are from the Jiang family. Zeng Xiaoren said to him. The Jiang family is the family where his mother Jiang Huiyun belongs. The Jiang family is also a big family, and its head is the lord of a big city. Although the power is not as good as the bloodline strengthening company controlled by Zeng Yi now, it is also not weak. Here in Qicheng, there is also a branch of the Jiang family.

"Remember?" Jiang Hongwu sneered, "You say, how can I settle this account with you?"

He glanced at Zeng Xiaoren's outfit and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to have today, aren't you a big family?

"Also, looking at your bloodline, it seems to be the most rubbish Terran bloodline! Isn't your family a bloodline strengthening company? Why can't I even give you a bloodline needle?"

Zeng Xiaoren's face was expressionless, and he said lightly: "So what?" He said that he wanted to leave, arguing with Jiang Hongwu about these past contradictions, which made no sense in his opinion.

"Stop!" Jiang Hongwu stopped him.

"What do you want?" Zeng Xiaoren frowned.

"Of course it's revenge!" Jiang Hongwu said proudly, "When you asked someone to beat me, I couldn't get out of bed for three months." The cycle of cause and effect, retribution is unpleasant, now it's your turn!"