After the two brothers Ling Yun and Ling Yong had a heart-to-heart talk, they both had a clear idea and a smooth harmony. After chatting for a few more words, they flew back to the big playground on campus.
At this time, the seventy-two people in the training hall, after knowing that Ling Yun and Tie Xiaohu were coming, couldn't bear it any longer, and all rushed out of the training hall. , the dragon is fierce and the tiger is fierce, the tiger's eyes are shining, and the eyes are full of fiery eyes!
Seeing Ling Yun and Ling Yong appearing on the playground at the same time, seventy-two disciples knelt down at the same time: "Greetings to the leader! Greetings to the master!"
The seventy-two voices were in unison, and the momentum was loud!
They worshiped, of course, Ling Yun, and now, Ling Yun only has two titles in their mouths, the original Qinglong Dalongtou, and the current master.
Ling Yun enjoyed the worship peacefully. He looked down at the large group of people kneeling on the ground, and couldn't help but smile: "Get up, everyone. From now on, we can only call Master, not Da Longtou."
"Yes! Master!"
The seventy-two disciples all stood up now, looking at Ling Yun with extremely hot eyes.
"After you came to the capital, because you couldn't let it go at home, and there were many things a while ago, so you were asked to come here to practice, you won't blame me?"
Ling Yun made an opening statement first, which immediately caused a burst of laughter.
The answer is of course no.
One of them shouted: "Master, we eat well here, sleep well, and practice steadily, we are so happy to leave!"
Ling Yun glanced at the speaker. It was Lu Wenlong. He was 1.8 meters tall, with a sturdy build, and he already had a faint aura.
"Lu Wenlong, come out!"
Ling Yun called him out, and then immediately said, "Luo Yucheng, Meng Xueyi, Ma Qianjun, Xu Xiangdong, Wu Tengfei, all come out!"
It was the six disciples who were the first to reach the seventh level of Houtian.
Six people flew out in response, and all stood in a row with excited expressions on their faces, because Ling Yun was very excited when he clicked their names.
Ling Yun looked at these six people and found that they were all sturdy and majestic, standing there like six tigers descending the mountain, let alone the joy in his heart.
"Starting today, the seventy-two disciples of you will be divided into six groups, with twelve members in each group. Lu Wenlong, Luo Yucheng... the six of you will be the group leaders of the six groups!"
"If anyone can't manage their own group well, and someone in the group falls behind in other groups, they will be punished at that time!"
In order to save Ling Xiao and Ling Yong trouble in the future, Ling Yun started to make arrangements. First, he divided them into groups and elected a team leader for daily management.
After all, Ling Xiao and Ling Yong can help Ling Yun teach them martial arts and urge them to practice, but it is impossible to stay with them day and night.
This will naturally be more convenient in the future.
When Lu Wenlong and the other six heard this, they were immediately overjoyed, and all of them burst into smiles. They looked at each other, but suddenly thought that each other would be their competitors in the future, so they couldn't help snorting at the same time, and turned their heads away.
With groups, there will be comparisons, and naturally there will also be competitions. Ling Yun's move ensures that they will all scramble to practice in the future and urge those in the same group.
Ling Xiao who was on the side looked at it, couldn't help smiling, and nodded secretly, saying that his son is really good at anything, and he never disappoints people.
In the past ten years, he and Cui Lao had trained the dead soldiers of the Ling family. Of course, Ling Xiao had a set of effective management and training methods, but it was just the beginning, and he hadn't implemented it yet.
Ling Yun raised his hand and pointed at the six people in front of him: "You six don't get complacent too early. If one day, you are surpassed by the other sixty-six people, then I will immediately replace your team leader status and replace it with someone else. Do it, do you understand?!"
"Master, don't worry, this is absolutely impossible!"
This time it was Ma Qianjun who spoke first, his eyes were full of confidence, and he had the aura of sweeping thousands of troops, and he was not afraid to make a sound just because Ling Yun was their master.
For this, Ling Yun didn't care much, because he was selected layer by layer, so devoted his heart and soul, what he wanted was wolves, tigers and leopards who dared to fight, if they were too scared to speak in front of him, then Ling Yun would be really disappointed.
"Okay! I hope you can do what you say!"
Ling Yun smiled, and the grouping was completed, then he turned his head and said to his father Ling Xiao: "Father, before they reach the peak of the acquired ninth level, at most we can only use body quenching liquid to quench their bodies in medicinal baths, other No pills will be issued."
Ling Xiao knew that Ling Yun was worried that giving them the elixir in advance would discourage them and be detrimental to these disciples, so he nodded with a smile and said, "Don't worry, Yun'er, father knows well about their cultivation."
Ling Yun turned his head, and looked at the seventy-two disciples again: "Then, you guys should make automatic grouping first, and whoever is willing to join the group, you will automatically stand behind him."
As a result, before Ling Yun could finish his sentence, the playground immediately became chaotic. The six guys, Luo Yucheng and Ma Qianjun, were all robbing each other, each of them blushing and thick-necked, and no one would let the other go.
This is a martial arts school. After they are divided into groups, they will definitely have to compete in martial arts, fight in the arena, and even have team battles between groups. It is related to rankings and rewards and punishments. Can you not rob people
Ling Yun didn't bother to care about this, he just watched with a smile and let them fight, completely following the concept of the strong being respected.
However, apart from these six top-notch ones, the remaining sixty-six people, although they have not broken through the seventh layer of Houtian, are all in the sixth layer of Houtian, and the strength of the realm is not far behind. Based on the current vision of these six guys , It is impossible to pick out who is the potential stock, so the grabbing is based on feeling.
There was another commotion, and ten minutes later, the six groups of people were finally assembled, and they stood in six rows, waiting for Ling Yun to continue his lecture.
I saw Ling Yun said slowly: "You all look after me."
After finishing speaking, Ling Yun moved his thoughts, and the blue shadow flying sword rushed out of the body, instantly turning into a one-foot-wide and two-meter-long blue sword, shining in the sunlight, stagnant in the void!
Ling Yunfei jumped up, and then Yujian flew. At first, the speed was not fast, and he made two big circles in the air on the playground, then he accelerated suddenly, urging the flying sword to shuttle back and forth like lightning, flying a dozen times in the blink of an eye in the teaching building and dormitory building. Back and forth, and finally stopped in the air, two meters above the ground.
Except for Ling Xiao and Mo Wudao, those present at this moment, including Tie Xiaohu, Ling Feng Lingxue, and of course the seventy-two disciples, were all dumbfounded.
Of course Tie Xiaohu knew that Ling Yun could fly with the sword, and Ling Feng was the same as him. On the night of the 8th, he saw Ling Yun with the sword falling from the sky, but that was the only time, and he never saw Ling Yun again, let alone Ling Yun like this Yujian is flying, so after seeing these two people, they are also very shocked!
Of course, Ling Xue and the seventy-two disciples reacted the most violently among all of them. They were all dumbfounded, their eyes were wide open, and their mouths were so wide open that they could stuff a duck egg!
"Wow! Brother, you really can fly!"
It took Ling Xue a long time to come back to her senses, she was so excited that her heart almost jumped out, she exclaimed.
Ling Yun turned his head, blinked at Ling Xue, and said through voice transmission: "As long as you practice hard, you will too in the future."
Ling Xue almost fainted when she heard the happiness.
"Have you seen that, as long as you are not afraid of suffering and practice hard, one day, each of you will be like me, not only powerful, but also able to fly like a god!"
Ling Yun's voice is not loud at the moment, but after his performance, and now Yu Jian volleys in the air, every word he uttered hits everyone's heart heavily, it's deafening!
The seventy-two disciples of the Immortal Medicine Sect felt their hearts beating wildly, almost jumping out. They were all breathing heavily, it was too shocking, they never thought of this in their dreams.
Especially Luo Yucheng, Ma Qianjun and other six people, they stared at the flying sword that Ling Yun stepped on, they didn't even dare to blink their eyes, and couldn't look away at all.
"Master, we are not afraid of suffering!"
Seventy-two people roared together, and the sound resounded through the sky.
"Okay, just don't be afraid of suffering." Ling Yun nodded, and then he asked with a smile: "Well, today is the ninth day of the lunar new year, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon. If any of you want to go back to Qingshui's hometown for the festival, you can ask me now , I can arrange a holiday and let you go home for the holiday.”
Ling Yun is very "magnanimous" and "thoughtful" in thinking, which reflects the humanistic care of the master.
It's just that this thoughtfulness came after he performed Yu Jian's flight.
Home for the holidays? With their terrifying cultivation speed now, they may be left behind if they delay for a few hours. If they go home and stay for a few days, they won't be left behind, will they
"Listen in my group, who dares to go home for the holidays, and go wherever they like after returning, anyway, don't join my group!"
"Who dares to go home, I will break his three legs!"
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Luo Yucheng, Lu Wenlong, Ma Qianjun and others all became anxious and threatened the people in their group severely, even swearing.
After all, they are from Qinglong, but they are not good students.
In fact, they don't need to be anxious at all, because no one is willing to go home, and Ling Yun's flight with the sword completely aroused the forge ahead of these people.
"Since that's the case, then everyone should call home and say, and then this Mid-Autumn Festival, let's spend it here, and I will spend it with you!"
The last sentence immediately triggered a burst of enthusiastic cheers, but Ling Yun immediately said: "But I will leave the capital on August 13th, so this Mid-Autumn Festival, we can only celebrate it in advance. It is better to hit the sun today. nighttime then!"
Now, in the hearts of these seventy-two people, Ling Yun is no different from a god. As long as he comes, it will be like a holiday for these people, so why do they care about which day
So, that night, everyone in Lingyun was indeed in this martial arts school, accompanied by seventy-two disciples, the Mid-Autumn Festival was passed ahead of schedule, everyone drank and ate meat in the cafeteria, and had a good time.
This group of disciples were reluctant to let him go, so Ling Yun simply stayed here that night, and taught them how to cultivate carefully, without favoring one or another, answering every question.
Because these people will be his personal soldiers in the future, the real direct descendants!
As a result, Ling Yun stayed in this martial arts school for two full days, eating and living with these people, giving them careful guidance, and strengthening their relationship. In two days, he had memorized all the names of these seventy-two people.
Two days later, that is, the morning of the 11th day of the eighth lunar month, Ling Yun had breakfast with everyone, and then, under the reluctant eyes of the seventy-two disciples, he left the martial arts school and returned to the capital.
(end of this chapter)