"Let me think..."
Even if she wants to be a team member, she can't still be Ning Rongrong with the personality of a little princess. She needs to temper her character first.
Fang Ling discussed with Qin Ming for a while, then said to her, "You and Zhu Qing should go for a run now."
"Running?" Ning Rongrong frowned slightly.
"Run four laps around the academy to temper your willpower and practice your endurance. Don't add extra gravity. You are still young and gravity will affect your growth." Fang Ling explained in a little more detail.
"Four laps, how far is that?" Ning Rongrong said with a bitter face.
Although she had agreed enthusiastically before, deep down she still rejected these trainings.
Fang Ling remained calm, as if he hadn't noticed her sudden frown: "You'll know once you run. I'll take you for a run to help you get familiar with the route."
"If you get bumped on the road, even if you break your leg, Lingling will heal you when you come back."
"Any questions?"
"No!" Zhu Zhuqing replied firmly.
Due to the oppression of death and the scene of bearing pressure alone, she trained very hard when she was still in Xingluo City and developed an extremely firm will.
Being stared at by that sharp gaze, Ning Rongrong was shocked, and reluctantly followed Zhu Qing and answered: "No~"
Fang Ling nodded gently and said, "Then Zhuqing, you warm up first."
To Ning Rongrong, he was completely businesslike: "Ning Rongrong, continue warming up."
Others also looked over.
Fang Ling raised his eyebrows and shouted in a deep voice: "What are you looking at? Warm up well. If you lose faster than last time in the competition with me later, you will have to practice more today!"
Everyone shuddered when they heard this and dared not look anymore.
With Fang Ling's battle experience, elusive fighting style and superb soul skills, how could they possibly defeat him?
The strength gap between the members of the team was too large. Before there were a few more soul masters in the team, it was not easy to go to the Great Soul Fighting Arena. This was the only way.
Sometimes Qin Ming would also come on the court. He had just broken through to the Soul Emperor level and could bring a lot of pressure to everyone.
There will also be other Soul Saint teachers who will come to fight against them. At this time, Fang Ling will fight with the team.
After a brief exercise, Fang Ling started running with Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong.
It's still that familiar route, but because it's less traveled, weeds are starting to grow.
But the scenery is still beautiful.
After running a lap, Zhu Qing was still calm and composed, but Ning Rongrong showed some signs of fatigue and began to breathe heavily.
She was brought up like a little princess and had never experienced such hardships.
I can't say that I don't have willpower, but just a little bit.
Fang Ling said: "Zhu Qing, you take her with you and run slowly. Run three more laps and then come back to the training ground. We will wait for you there."
"Okay." Zhu Zhuqing nodded silently.
"Ning Rongrong, can you still run? If you can't, do you want to take a rest?" Ling from behind stared at Ning Rongrong with concern.
She could tell there was a blatant provocation in this sentence, but she really fell for it: "Who are you looking down on? Of course I can run away!"
"Haha, come on."
Fang Ling smiled and said calmly, "Come on!"
These contemptuous words, on the contrary, aroused Ning Rongrong's fighting spirit. She ran away angrily, ready to prove to Fang Ling that her willpower was strong.
"Zhu Qing, please watch over her and teach her the running rhythm and breathing. If she really can't hold on, let her stop."
"Yeah." Zhu Zhuqing nodded slightly.
At noon, the team confrontation training ended and everyone dispersed to eat.
Only Fang Ling, Ye Lingling and Dugu Yan were left at the training ground.
After waiting for a long time, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing came back slowly.
Although Zhu Zhuqing was sweating profusely, she seemed to have rested well during the jogging and was in good condition.
Ning Rongrong's face was red, and she was breathing heavily, her violent breathing was extremely chaotic. She was supported by Zhu Qing when she walked back.
Sweat made his hair stick to his face in clumps, his eyes were filled with tears, and although he looked embarrassed, he still refused to show weakness: "I, I, finished running!"
Ye Lingling quickly summoned her martial soul to treat her. The soft white light shone on Ning Rongrong's body, nourishing her with vitality, making Ning Rongrong feel comfortable.
"It's better than I thought. However, completing it in one go only shows that you are determined. Let's see if you can persevere in the future." Fang Ling praised.
In the afternoon, meditation training is carried out under the pressure of soul power.
Can quickly promote the improvement of soul power.
This was an extremely difficult training, but Ning Rongrong actually persisted and showed an extraordinary perseverance.
In the midst of hard training and occasional leisure time, half a year passed quickly like the tide.
Some assassins waiting in secret were so angry that they could hardly hold back their cursing.
For half a year, Fang Ling rarely left the academy, and Zhu Zhuqing followed him like a shadow. Dugu Bo would pick him up every time he went out.
Are you a child?
Do you have to be so afraid of death?
They didn't want to kill Fang Ling, they just wanted to kill Zhu Zhuqing. However, if Fang Ling didn't come out, how could Zhu Zhuqing show up?
Fang Ling naturally didn't know that he was being targeted, but he could foresee it.
Since capturing Zhu Zhuqing, he has been acting cautiously, as if he might be assassinated.
They were not the only ones cursing Fang Ling, the Spirit Hall's golden trio were also cursing him.
In the dead of night, Fang Ling was meditating facing the moon when his nose started to itch and he sneezed.
While he was still wondering who was talking about him, Dugu Bo's figure fell from the sky.
Intuition level 4 sensed the familiar aura that suddenly appeared, and Fang Ling asked in confusion: "Teacher?"
"Let's go with the teacher." Dugu Bo said briefly and then jumped up.
Fang Ling left a message on the desktop and followed closely.
The two of them made their way to the huge cave near the Yin-Yang Eye of Ice and Fire.
Under Fang Ling's puzzled gaze, Dugu Bo slowly said: "I have been practicing for the past six months, thinking hard about how to quickly improve my strength."
"I had a sudden feeling earlier and came up with a feasible idea, but I couldn't proceed with the experiment halfway through. I need your advice. It would be best if your intuition could work."
"Teacher, do you have any brilliant ideas?" Fang Ling asked.
Dugu Bo said: "I remember I taught you that soul power will gradually change from gas to liquid when you are a Soul Emperor, and then gradually change to solid when you are a Soul Douluo. Titled Douluo has a soul power that is a combination of solid and liquid."
"Yes, I remember it very clearly." Fang Ling still remembered that he had mentioned that after level 60, the soul master's cultivation speed would be greatly reduced.
Dugu Bo's eyes sparkled with excitement. "The poison pill can gather the energy of heaven and earth. I recalled the process of the poison pill's condensation and prepared to make a few more. You can take a look and tell me your feelings and possible ideas later."
These words made Fang Ling's expression change.
Condensing the poison pill? Why does it feel familiar?
Dugu Bo took a breath and started to operate.
He raised his hands flat in front of his chest with his palms facing each other. The green solid-liquid combination of soul power gathered in the center of his hands, without any soul power leaking out.
The soul power gradually increased, and began to slowly rotate and compress. Along with the acceleration process, Dugu Bo gradually injected more soul power.
The highly concentrated soul power quickly formed a vortex, vigorously and quickly absorbing the external energy of heaven and earth.
The terrifying suction force swept away all the energy of the surrounding heaven and earth, and continued to spread outward.
"Soul core? Can this be produced by imitating the condensation process of my own poison pill?" Fang Ling was horrified.
(End of this chapter)