Seeing the skill of the old god stick, Wu Ling's mentality has indeed changed. Respect for the strong is an instinct brought by Wu Ling from his previous life. What's more, things have developed so far, Wu Ling wants to return to Wufu immediately, inevitably he can't escape Wu Yu's questioning. At that time, the probability of being able to pass the test is very small. The Zhenwu Universe Mirror is the treasure of the town school of his previous life, and Wu Ling does not want to expose it like this. It would be better to follow this old sacred stick for a period of time, and wait until the Wufeng Competition before leaving. The environment here is quiet, and it is a good place to practice martial arts.
Wu Ling settled his attention, and his face eased. It is not necessary to learn the kung fu of the old god stick, but it is inevitable to live here for a while.
"Being your disciple, what benefits can you give me? It's true that you are better than me, but it may not be the best in the world!" Wu Ling sneered.
Yu-Doctor Zhang rolled his eyes, and was delighted in his heart, "This kid, who obviously admires this genius doctor, pretends to be dismissive, hehe, it seems that he is going to give him some sweetness, otherwise, this kid will not be up and down. My plan was stranded."
Yu-Doctor Zhang took a step forward with a smile, and looked up and down Wu Ling again. Only then did he stiffen his thin chest, and said quite seductively: "You, want to shine in the martial arts competition and win glory for the Wu family. ?"
Wu Ling was startled when he heard the words, and immediately frowned: "In the Principality of Wufeng, as long as you are an individual, you want to make a name for yourself in the Wufeng Competition, but how can you succeed in that kind of thing casually? I haven't figured out how many masters are hidden in the Principality, let alone." After a sudden pause, Wu Ling raised his head fiercely and opened his mouth wide, "Do you have a way?"
Very satisfied with Wu Ling’s expression of expectation in this shock, Yu-Doctor Zhang touched his bare chin again, and then said with a smile, “There is a natural way! Otherwise, wouldn’t the genius doctor insult the genius doctor? title."
With a blink of an eye, Wu Ling looked at Yu Doctor Zhang’s eyes, and immediately brightened up: Yes, this old magic stick, but genius doctor, genius doctor, there are not all medicines in private possession, maybe there are medicines that make people more powerful. . "Old gentleman, may I ask, are there any medicines to help me practice Kungfu here, or do you want to teach you all of your kungfu?"
There was contempt between the eyebrows and eyes, and he shook his head and said impatiently: "Hey, medicine, this genius doctor naturally has it; the skill of this genius doctor is naturally invincible in the world, but, do you want to learn it? ?"
"Learn, learn!" Wu Ling no longer hesitated, and his little head hurriedly moved. The Wufeng Competition is near. These days, Wu Ling also feels the surging momentum of the City of Wind. The assassination incident yesterday made him understand how important strength is in this world.
If he had practiced until the meat-refining stage last night, the sword on the collarbone would definitely be able to avoid it. The strong in the meat-refining stage can be invulnerable to opponents of the same level, and even if they face a slightly stronger opponent, they will not be so seriously injured.
"Hey, yes? Yes, then you should hurry up and approve your teacher! As I said just now, if you ask me first, I will not agree at first, but if you ask me again and again, I think you are pitiful, so you agree!" Yu Doctor Zhang had a serious face, his hands behind his back, a sly look flashed in his eyes.
"Ah, do you still need to be a teacher?" Wu Ling sighed immediately. Strength is very important, but it doesn't seem to be a reliable thing to worship the old god and stick as a teacher.
"Nonsense, if you don't want to be a teacher, you want to let this genius doctor teach you all. You were kicked by a donkey when you were the genius doctor?" Yu-Doctor Zhang rolled his eyes. Obviously, Yu-Doctor Zhang had been obsessed with apprenticeship and seemed very concerned.
He curled his lips helplessly, and for the sake of the glory half a year later, for the sake of his own strength, Wu Ling had to respectfully perform the apprenticeship.
Seeing Wu Ling had done all these etiquettes, Zhang Yuyi nodded in satisfaction. Although it is not as complicated as he said, Yu Doctor Zhang is obviously very happy, and the look in Wu Ling's eyes is much milder: "Hey, looking at your reluctance, can this genius doctor treat you badly? He is now a disciple of this genius doctor. The surname of this genius doctor is Zhang Yiyu. In the future, when you walk on the mainland, you must not shame your reputation as a teacher."
Wu Ling curled his lips: "Zhang Yiyu, the name is good, but people are stunned!"
Zhang Yiyu was taken aback, and rolled his eyelids angrily by Wu Ling's words. He didn't expect that this kid would be bullied to his master as soon as he finished his teacher's visit: "Smelly kid, what are you talking about? Why are you members of the Wu family so ignorant of etiquette!" "
"It's nothing, it's nothing." Wu Ling rolled her eyes and said casually: "Hey, Master, since you have become your disciple, you can hand over any useful medicines! Also, your skill, although it's not what it is. Exquisite kungfu, but it seems to be useful, let me teach it to you! You can't use these kungfu for you. After teaching it to me, I can let them maximize their value."
The corners of his mouth twitched, Zhang Yiyu looked at Wu Ling's casual appearance, and suddenly regretted accepting such an apprentice: "Smelly boy, don't worry about kung fu, I know that your kung fu has been stagnant for more than ten years, but just now You take your pulse and find that you have advanced to the stage of meat refining, and your injury is healed. Could it be that something strange happened to you yesterday?"
Wu Ling was a little stunned, and immediately returned to normal, with an innocent and excited expression: "I have practiced to the realm of meat refinement? Hahaha, I really broke through?"
Zhang Yiyu's face trembled, and he couldn't laugh or cry: "The realm of meat-refining can make you so excited, brat, your ideals are a little too small!" After a pause, he suddenly noticed the sly in Wu Ling's eyes, and sighed, helpless. He continued, "You don't want to say, I won't ask anymore."
Wu Ling smiled with a guilty conscience, and asked: "Master, how far do you plan to train me in the past six months? Easy bone? Easy muscle? Easy marrow? Still." Wu Ling wanted to continue speaking up, but found his mind. There is a blank in the middle, and in his consciousness, the realm of Yi Sui is already the highest.
Zhang Yiyu touched his chin and muttered: "The so-called master leads the door, and the practice is personal. I will try my best to teach you. As for what level you can cultivate, it depends on your own good fortune! The road to martial arts is extremely difficult. How many people have low eyes and low hands, and finally ended up in a regretful life. Boy, you must not follow in their footsteps."