Playful Immortal Doctor: Evil Emperor Poisonous Love Concubine

Ling Ziying's own strength is not weak, and he is the main branch, so he has the opportunity to get one of the three interview places and come to Jiulan College to study.

He came excitedly, but he didn't expect that within two days, he would be troubled by Ling Luo again and kicked by the teacher.

Ling Yue saw that her brother was kicked, staggered and almost fell, so she came over to support him in a panic.

"Brother, are you alright?"

Ling Ziying looked ugly, pushed Ling Yue away, and said coldly: "Didn't you leave the Ling family and change your surname to Yu?"

"Brother, wasn't I forced!" Ling Yue smiled wryly, "We are siblings from the same mother, and I will always be your sister."

Ling Ziying snorted coldly.

He is a descendant of the Ling family and has a strong sense of family honor.

"Brother, Ling Luo is all to blame. If she hadn't been cruel, how could she have blinded you and forced my sister out of the house?"

With an angry expression on her face, Ling Yue purposely amplified her voice and said, "Now, if it wasn't for her, how could dozens of us be implicated and punished!"

She deliberately hated Ling Lola.

Sure enough, the effect was greater than expected.

Countless angry eyes shot at Ling Luo in unison.

Ling Luo had long been used to such hateful sightings, and smiled calmly.

She just fell asleep, what's the matter?

After arriving at the training ground, dozens of people started running in a big circle.

It was early winter, the cold wind was like a blade, and it was rustling.

The cold wind blows on the face and nose, making people sneeze again and again.

Round and round and round and round.

After only three laps, there were already a few girls exhausted, half bowed, with their hands on their knees, panting heavily with flushed faces.

Shi Yi held a leather whip in his hand, his face was as stubborn as a stone, and with a swipe of the long whip, it fell at the feet of several girls.

"Ah—" several girls exclaimed.

"Go on! Don't stop! 47 laps to go!"

"But, Teacher Shi, I'm really tired." A delicate official lady looked at Shi Yi pitifully.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

There was a "pop", and another whip.

"Ah—" There was another scream.

A few girls dodged the whip with fear on their faces, and ran forward hastily.

Ling Luo looked at this scene, curled her lips, and said in a low voice, "What a pervert."

Strange to say, with her frame, she should be very tired after running for three kilometers.

But she didn't feel the slightest fatigue.

Xuanyuan Yu, who had been running beside her, also looked extremely relaxed, with a calm smile on his face all the time.

"Luo'er, are you tired?" Xuanyuan Yu asked with concern.

Ling Luo shook her head, said with a slight smile, "I'm not tired."

"Ah, very good."

"But that stinky stone is really a psychopath." Ling Luo complained.

"Actually, not at all."

Ling Luo was puzzled: "What do you mean?"

Xuanyuan Yu explained: "For a cultivator, physical strength is also extremely important. There is no harm in running a lot."

"But one hundred laps, if you run down, you will die, right?" Ling Luo was still skeptical.

"Based on your current strength as a second-tier martial artist, it stands to reason that you won't." The corners of Xuanyuan Yu's lips curled slightly, and a gleam of light flashed in his bright pupils, "The profound meaning of cultivation lies in breaking through one's own limit."

The question in Ling Luo's heart was answered after twenty laps.