When he came to the training academy the next day, everyone's contempt for him remained unchanged. Ling Yi, who was accustomed to seeing him, didn't take it seriously and walked aside alone, waiting for Ling Feng's arrival.

"Ahem..."

The man pretending to cough was a man in Tsing Yi. Ling Yi knew him. If I remember correctly, it was Ling Wuhao, the younger son of his second uncle.

"Everyone, be quiet! Brother Lingfeng has something to do, so he is training for the first time today, so I will guide you. You should know who I am? My name is Ling Wuhao, and I am a third-level soul warrior!" Ling Wuhao glanced at everyone one by one.

The young man has a proud look on his face

"Hello, Brother Wu Hao!"

Everyone said hello in unison, which made Ling Wuhao feel proud again. However, when he caught a glimpse of Ling Yi from the corner of his eye and saw that Ling Yi had no expression on his face, Ling Wuhao's face became obviously gloomy.

"Little waste, let's see how I deal with you!" Ling Wuhao cursed in his heart.

Seeing Ling Wuhao's expression, Ling Yi had no choice but to smile bitterly and look straight ahead.

"Okay, everyone sit down in a circle. We are going to start training." Ling Wuhao directed the group of teenagers and came up with a vicious plan in his heart.

Ling Yi had no choice but to follow the others and form a circle to sit down.

"Today we begin to learn how to fight against the enemy. I will first find two people and let them compete." Ling Wuhao looked around at the young men, pointed at Ling Yi and Ling Pei, and continued with a hidden smile: "Ling Yi, Ling

It’s worthy, you two can come.”

Upon hearing this, Ling Yi sighed secretly, stood up helplessly, and glanced at Ling Pei in front of him.

Ling Pei's eyes were full of disdain, while Ling Yi's face was as dark as water, and there was only helplessness in his heart.

"You guys can try your best." After saying this, Ling Wuhao smiled even brighter and looked at Ling Pei with deep meaning.

Ling Yi faced Ling Pei without showing any timidity. Looking at the indifferent expressions of everyone, he knew that everyone was waiting to see his joke.

Ling Pei has reached the seventh-level soul master, and has also learned several yellow-level low-level martial arts from his family. He has the capital to despise himself, but he is different. If the third-level soul master wants to defeat the seventh-level soul master, it is simply impossible.

It's just a fool's dream, not to mention that I don't know anything

Clenching his fists, Ling Yi treated it carefully, even if he lost, he couldn't lose too badly!

"You start!" Seeing that both of them were ready, Ling Wuhao waved and said.

As soon as Ling Wuhao finished speaking, Ling Pei rushed forward and punched Ling Yi hard.

Ling Yi turned sideways, narrowly dodging Ling Pei's punch, then turned around suddenly, raised his foot and kicked Ling Pei on the back.

Ling Pei seemed to have eyes on his back. He stepped hard with both feet, jumped up, avoided Ling Yi's attack, turned around in the air, and kicked Ling Yi in the air.

Unexpectedly, Ling Yi was too close to Ling Pei and could not avoid it, so he could only block with his arms.

The strength of the seventh-level soul master is quite good, and it is definitely not something that the third-level soul master like myself can compete with. The kick kicked by Ling Pei was not small, and he was kicked away directly. Severe pain came from his arm, and he was about to die.

It seemed like it was broken. After falling to the ground, I tried to use my arms to prop up my body, but I didn't expect that my arms couldn't use any strength at all.

The sound of "whirring" wind sounded in front of him. Ling Pei's figure quickly came over and kicked him on the chin again. Ling Yi flew out again, fainted and lost consciousness.

"waste!"

Before losing consciousness, Ling Pei's curse words stayed in his ears for a long time, followed by everyone's laughter.

It was already night when I opened my eyes, and there was darkness all around.

Slowly getting up from the cold ground, Ling Yi felt pain all over his body, and he gasped in pain.

Looking around carefully, Ling Yi found that he was in a cold cave. The cave was dim and lightless. The entrance of the cave a few feet away had been blocked by a huge stone. Moonlight penetrated through the gaps and shot into the cave.

The coldness in the cave gives people goosebumps

"You're finally awake" an old voice rang out out of thin air, which immediately shocked Ling Yi.

Looking in front of him, Ling Yi saw an old man with shocking scars on his face with the help of the moonlight. But what was even more terrifying was that the old man was just a shadow of nothingness, which was transparent. The moonlight penetrated his body and shone on it.

on one's own face

"Are you an undead?" If a warrior above the soul master level is extremely unwilling to die, his soul will turn into a shadow and become an undead spirit. Ling Yi also learned about it from his tribe, so after a brief shock, he

Then he came back to his senses and asked

"Dead soul? Humph! I am a dead soul!" Illusive Shadow replied proudly

"I don't care whether you are a dead soul or a dead soul. What I care about is how I get out of here!"

Ling Yi rolled his eyes at the dead soul, then walked to the entrance of the cave and suddenly struck out with a palm towards the boulders blocking the entrance. The boulders did not move at all.

With a cry of surprise, Ling Yi struck out with another palm unwillingly, but the boulder still did not move.

"Damn it! That guy Ling Pei must have thrown me here!" Ling Yi cursed and leaned against the boulder in despair.

The dead soul who had been smiling on the side suddenly waved, and a strong wind blew towards the boulder at the entrance of the cave, blowing past Ling Yi's ear. There was a sudden pain on his face, and then he felt the boulder behind him suddenly rolling outward.

, but he fell to the ground

"Old man, what are you doing!" Ling Yi sat up straight, rubbing his back continuously and blaming in his mouth

"Boy, I think you have the potential to become a pharmacist, and your qualifications are not low!" The dead soul seemed not to hear Ling Yi's question, and suddenly said such a sentence, leaving Monk Ling Yi Zhang Er scratching his head.

"Pharmacist? What?"

"A group of madmen refining elixirs..." The dead soul smiled strangely, and its scars were like several earthworms squeezed together. It looked extremely terrifying.

"Uh... not interested!" After saying this, Ling Yi walked out and went straight back to Ling's house.

Ling Yi in the dark night did not see a black smoke suddenly fly towards him and then disappear without a trace.

In the dark, dragging his aching body with great effort, Ling Yi returned to his broken room and lit the candle. Only then did he realize that he was wearing a black black iron ring on his right index finger.

Shocked: "What the hell is this? Why is it on my hand?"

The ring on his hand was simple and old, in the shape of a regular ring. It reflected a dark light under the firelight. After staring at it for a long time, I couldn't see anything extraordinary.

After thinking hard and failing, Ling Yi had no choice but to put it on the table and get up to look for medicine to treat his injuries. Because he was often beaten with bruises and swollen face, he often used those medicines and knew where to put them.

"What's going on? I used it a few days ago. I remember putting it in the box?" Ling Yi scratched the back of his head in confusion.

"Are you looking for these things?" Under the dim candlelight, Ling Yi saw the dead soul he met in the cave at the table. He was holding the healing medicine he was looking for so hard.

"Yes! Give it to me quickly!" Ling Yi turned around and stepped forward, reaching out to grab it, but unexpectedly, an extremely high temperature flame suddenly appeared in the dead soul's hand, burning all the medicines into black ash.

Ling Yi's eyes widened, and he was more surprised than angry. Such a small ball of fire could burn these medicines to black ash in an instant. How high should the temperature be?

"You..." Ling Yi didn't know what to say. Thinking of the dead soul suddenly appearing here, he was even more horrified.

"Do you want to be like me? With a flame in your hand, burning everything in the world? Then become a medicine man. I told you that you are very talented." The dead soul looked seriously and stared at the frightened Ling.

Yi, the tone is very sincere, it doesn’t sound like a lie.

"Why do you always pester me to ask me to be a pharmacist?" Ling Yi calmed down and sat down at the table. He raised his eyebrows and stared at the dead soul, but he vaguely guessed the power of the pharmacist in his heart.

"To become a pharmacist, you must be a wood-attribute soul energy warrior. Yours is a water-attribute soul energy, with some wood attributes mixed in. Yes or no?"

Ling Yi was suddenly stunned. The soul energy in his body was mainly water attribute soul energy, but there was also a very small amount of wood attribute soul energy mixed in. Few people knew about this, but unexpectedly, this dead soul could tell it at a glance.

"You haven't learned any sexual secrets, right or wrong?"

"You know this, who are you?" Ling Yi jumped up in surprise, pointed at the dead soul, and asked abruptly

People who can clearly understand their own situation with just their eyesight are naturally not ordinary warriors.

"The best pharmacist Yan Ling!" Dead Soul revealed his identity word by word.

After a long conversation all night, Ling Yi learned that there are five levels of pharmacists in Yanling's mouth, from Huang, Xuan, Di, Tian and finally to the best pharmacist. The levels gradually increase, and Yanling is a top pharmacist.

Ling Yi learned from Yanling that the dead soul is the soul of a warrior above the star soul. Yanling is the fifth stage of the moon soul. Although the dead soul's strength can only be 70 to 80% of its original strength, this strength, even if it is

In the Cangyin Empire, it was also a spire-like existence.

In the end, Yanling even proposed the idea of ​​accepting Ling Yi as his disciple to teach alchemy skills. Ling Yi was so happy that he could not refuse. Being able to take the master of Moon Soul as his teacher might be of great benefit to his own practice.

That night, Yan Ling taught Ling Yi a volume of his own heart art. The heart art was called "Tianhan Heart Art". It was very suitable for water-attribute warriors to practice and allowed water-attribute weapons to exert greater power.

After that, Yanling personally refined a pair of elixirs for Ling Yi - Huanyuan Dan, which can quickly recover injuries and is a fourth-grade Huang-level elixir. After taking this elixir, Ling Yi experienced it personally

After seeing the magic of this elixir, I became very interested in the profession of pharmacist.

As for the ring that appeared on his hand at an unknown time, Yanling told him that it was a storage space and that any items could be stored in it, including some ** secrets and medicinal herbs.

Even so, Ling Yi still had a lot of doubts in his heart. He didn't know the origin of Yan Ling. He only knew that he was a top-notch pharmacist. He was confused and puzzled about this: "Old man Yan taught me the inner secret of ** and accepted me as his disciple."

Why do you want to learn alchemy?"

With many unanswered doubts in his heart, Ling Yi took the secret formula given by Old Man Yan and began to study it.

Spreading the scroll on his feet, Ling Yi glanced at it and saw that it was full of foreign characters. The look in his eyes immediately changed from expectant to dull.

"Haha!" Seeing Ling Yi's embarrassment, Yanling waved his left hand and brought a group of orange-red bright spots. The bright spots entered the scroll, and the words on the scroll magically turned into the special words of the Cangyin Empire.

Ling Yi groaned and looked at Yanling

"What's so weird? Look good!" Yanling scolded softly with an old face.

Pouting his lips, Ling Yi turned his head and began to study Qi Tian Han Xin Jue

After spending half an hour reading the Heart Art, Ling Yi seemed to understand something. He sat cross-legged in a daze, and formed a cultivation seal with his hands. Strips of blue aura as thick as a little finger surged towards Ling Yi's Dantian.

, if Ling Yi opens his closed eyes at this time, he will definitely find that these strips of spiritual energy are much thicker than before, and the speed of pouring into the body is also much faster.

In fact, this is the benefit of Tianhan Heart Technique. Ling Yi also learned from Yanling that this Heart Technique can not only speed up the cultivation of soul energy, but also compared with warriors of the same level, if one practices this type of Heart Technique, the soul in the body will

Qi will be nearly twice as strong as other people's. At this time, Ling Yi has just learned the huge benefits of this heart technique.

The blue spiritual energy surged into the body at a speed that surprised him, and then entered the meridians, rushing happily, speeding up the flow of soul energy originally existing in the meridians, and then condensed into the soul energy group through each meridians, leaving only a part of the soul.

The air flow flows out, and this process goes on and on. The soul air mass slowly grows larger, and vortices on the surface also appear continuously.

"It seems that the soul energy mass in the body is about to produce a soul power vortex?" Ling Yi secretly said with joy, focusing more on the cultivation of soul energy, so that he did not hear what Yanling said next to him.

Staring at Ling Yi who was wholeheartedly entering into cultivation, Yanling's eyes were full of admiration, but also seemed to hide a little worry, and his expression was inexplicable.

At a certain moment, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth rushing towards Ling Yi suddenly retreated, and turned into a stronger air current rushing towards Ling Yi. Each one appeared blue and was about the size of a wrist.

Ling Yi was hit by the sudden spiritual energy, and his blood surged in his body. He felt extremely uncomfortable. His meridians all swelled because they could not accommodate such a violent influx of spiritual energy.

"Ah!" Ling Yi made a painful sound, clenched his teeth, his face was twisted, his fingers tightly grasped the quilt on the bed, the spiritual energy in his body seemed to burst out, and there was no part of his body that did not feel heartbreaking.
Chapter completed!