Please Kill the Demon

Chapter 269 Double madness

Ho—

Ling Ao weakly lay down on the ring, until he was held up by several disciples of Dan Ding Tang, still unable to move.

The overdraft caused by burning blood is extremely strong. Even the powerful recovery ability of the dragon's physical body must be recovered slowly, not to mention that his physical body is based on a weak human body.

Elder Sikong came to him with a cane and put a hand on his shoulder lightly.

Ling Ao felt a burst of warm air flowing into his meridians, dispelling the pain in his limbs and bones caused by the extreme weakness. It's just that the feeling of weakness in the blood has not been removed, and this is what he needs to recover slowly.

Master... He murmured, unwilling to raise his head, This disciple has failed your high expectations.

Stupid boy. Old Man Sikong pressed his head and said with a smile, I am already satisfied that you made it to the top four. You feel that you have let down only your own ambition.

Ling Ao was silent, bowed his head and remained silent.

Old Man Sikong didn't talk to him much, but let him leave dejectedly, and returned to the viewing platform on his own.

Naturally, it wasn't that he didn't care about his disciple, but he knew that this disciple was arrogant, and any excessive attention at the moment of failure might make him feel disappointed.

This is also a necessary tempering of xinxing, and he has to come out on his own.

Hey, you're a good apprentice. Why does a single seedling win the semi-finals? Why does it look so sad? Did you scold him? asked the Empress Feng who was sitting next to her on the viewing platform.

I wouldn't reprimand him. Old Man Sikong said, It's just that he can't accept failure for a while.

Your apprentice is still worse than mine. Emperor Nvfeng shook her head and said.

Heh, your disciple doesn't have much chance of winning, does he? Elder Sikong didn't get angry with him, he just laughed.

I'm not talking about winning or losing. Empress Feng said: Believe it or not, even if my apprentice utters wild words and is crushed and loses, he will still be smiling when he gets off the stage and won't take it seriously.

Old Man Sikong blinked, thinking that this is shameless? What are you so proud of?

Of course, as an old fritter who has practiced for hundreds of years, he naturally knows that this quality also represents a kind of strength.

The road to practice is long, who can be the ever-victorious general?

The strong men throughout the ages have the quality that they will not be defeated by any failure.

I hope Ling Ao can pass this test.

...

Ling Ao walked alone to a corner of the mountain wall outside Tongtianfeng Square, sat down against a stone, and looked up at the sky.

Why?

Is talent really invincible?

He went to Mount Shu very early, and followed old man Sikong since he was a child. His master evaluated him as being above-average in aptitude. With a lifetime of hard work, if he had the opportunity again, he might touch the Dao.

And a proud person like Jiang Yuebai has been placed with high hopes since he was a child, and he is determined to be a person who will definitely lead Shushan in the future.

He refused to accept.

Why have I been judged inferior to others since the beginning of my life?

So he practiced vigorously and strived to be the first everywhere. From the beginning of the physical training state, he marked those geniuses and demanded himself with this goal. But he could still keep up in the first realm, but he was widened in the second realm. By the time they reached the third level, they had already been left far behind, and could no longer hold a candle to them.

When the news came that Xu Ziyang had reached the fifth realm, he was still stuck at the peak of the Divine Artistic Realm.

In fact, at his age, the peak of the Divine Artistic Realm is not a weak cultivation base. Like Shang Ziliang in this situation, he is already considered outstanding among the young disciples of Shushan. And Lin Bei relied on adventures to reach such a state.

But Ling Ao was in pain.

Just like his name, he is full of arrogance, but he has to endure his inferiority everywhere.

Old man Sikong has also enlightened him many times that the matter of talent is already doomed, but even if the talent falls behind during the practice, it may not be impossible to catch up with the perseverance and hard work of the day after tomorrow.

Ling Ao also firmly believed in this.

He is still practicing hard day after day, even though he is still unknown. Until that day, Master succeeded in fishing for dragons in Shushan.

Ling Ao felt that his chance had come.

Talent is predestined, but if there is any great opportunity that can change it, the real dragon is definitely one of them.

Ling Ao didn't believe in fate.

He has to fight for it himself.

Guxuan Peak is close to the water tower, and he found out from ancient books the rituals of dragon descendants offering sacrifices to the real dragon in ancient times, and prayed to the real dragon every day.

finally.

With his unremitting efforts, the real dragon bestowed on him dragon blood forging body.

Dragon blood body forging is not bathing with dragon blood, but a drop of blood essence injected into his body by a real dragon. This drop of blood essence will boil and fuse in his body, continuously tempering his own blood, and rapidly increasing the strength of his physical body.

In ancient times, real dragons used this method to reward and promote loyal dragon servants. Now Ling Ao has also got such an opportunity to raise his physical body to a terrifying level in one fell swoop.

He felt that he had finally returned to the same starting line as those Tianjiao, and he would prove that he was absolutely no worse than them!

But not long after, another thing happened.

That is, the white dragon gave its original dragon scales to others, not one, but two.

And those two people didn't do anything, not only didn't pray for the real dragon like themselves, but the real dragon even begged them to accept the inheritance.

Master asked him to keep this matter absolutely secret.

He was very puzzled.

That man and that fish, why can you get something better than yourself without doing anything?

If body forging with dragon blood is a means for true dragons to reward attendants, then the original dragon scale is the way for true dragons to bestow inheritance. If it is in the fairy gate, it is equivalent to one being a servant and the other a true disciple.

This is still in the case that he didn't know the existence of the Dragon Ball. In the same analogy, getting the Dragon Ball is probably equivalent to getting the position of head teacher.

Of course, in this era, there are no longer any dragon attendants, they are all just means to increase strength.

However, the enhancement of the dragon's blood forging body is only one-time, and the physical body is greatly improved in a short period of time, and the potential for sustainability in the future is not great. The origin of the dragon scale is not like this, as long as you keep breathing and practice, the future is extremely bright.

Even if you say that I am not as good as Chu Liang at Yinjian Peak, you can bear it. After all, he is the best golden core, but how am I not as good as a fish?

Anger arose in Ling Ao's heart again, and he began to rack his brains, looking for martial arts skills... searching for magic weapons of the dragon clan... trying his best to improve his strength, and wanted to trample all those arrogances under his feet at the Shushan Summit!

Prove that you are not weaker than anyone!

Then Jiang Yuebai's relaxed and freehand immortal technique directly shattered his dream.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that she is only trying to hide her strength by entangled with herself. With her cultivation base and supernatural power reserves, it may not be too much effort to defeat herself if she goes all out.

She didn't even pull out the magic weapon.

And his painstaking preparation for so long is like a joke.

Is the fate of man really destined?

Just as he was sighing, a figure in a white robe suddenly appeared in front of him.

Junior Brother Ling, it's only a mere defeat, why are you so depressed? the visitor asked with concern.

What? Ling Ao raised his eyes and asked.

I have an idea, so you still have a chance to become Shushan's chief disciple, are you interested?

...

Senior Brother Xu must win!, Senior Brother Xu must win!, Senior Brother Xu must win!

When Xu Ziyang took the stage, there were cheers and cheers all around again, like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.

He was also dressed in white, and his figure was as straight as a sword, his face was plump and handsome, and his eyes were as bright as lightning. There was no expression on his face, it was as cold as ice.

His popularity on Mount Shu has always been second only to Jiang Yuebai. Considering Fairy Jiang's appearance, it can be said that he has received the most recognition in terms of strength.

Most people would think that he was expected to be the chief disciple.

What's more, his opponent is Chu Liang who has no supporters.

Only Lin Bei and his kittens were shouting some other slogans on the sidelines, Chuliang Chuliang! Shushan is the strongest!, Chuliang Chuliang! Look good!

But to no avail, they were completely overwhelmed by Xu Ziyang's support over there.

Some people even deliberately shouted Chu Liang Chu Liang, maddened over there, trying to disrupt their rhythm and break down their resistance.

Amid such one-sided support, Chu Liang walked onto the ring with a smile on his face.

Hearing the shouts from all directions, he suddenly raised his left hand, raised his head, and raised a finger.

Put it on your lips!

This gesture again.

Silence!

The audience was in an uproar!

There was indeed a short silence.

Earlier when Ling Ao responded to the audience like this and was slapped in the face, Chu Liang actually dared to make such a move, which required more courage than Ling Ao did.

It's double madness!

Thanks to my brother for the second leader's reward, thank you very much, owe more 45.