Yu Ling dodged Yang Zhaoke's handkerchief unnaturally and changed the subject: "Have you tried every training and test here?"

Yang Zhaoke said proudly: "Of course, I basically spend six hours a day going through all types of training, and then spend another hour focusing on strengthening my weaknesses. Well, you have also seen that I practice

My skills are more explosive but less sustainable, and I have been trying my best to improve this shortcoming."

"Is it difficult?"

"No matter how difficult it is, you have to do it. You should have heard of the shortcomings effect. Although no one can be absolutely perfect, but I can try to make up for the shortcomings so that I can survive better here."

"You have your father, how can you still live without worries?"

"My dad is my dad, and I am me. I can't rely on him forever. Besides, he is in the middle stage of coagulation. What if he can no longer be relied on."

Yang Zhaoke was talking casually while writing and drawing on a wooden sign standing by the pond.

"What are you writing?"

"Well, you just took six minutes and eighteen seconds. I want to record it here to see when I can break your record. Oh, by the way, I just remembered a very serious problem. I don't know your name yet.

?" Yang Zhaoke was about to write his name on the back of the record when he was suddenly stunned.

Yu Ling casually wrote her name, and Yang Zhaoke added a line underneath: Yang Zhaoke, failed (eight points missed).

"Oh, my highest record is three points short, and it's still far away." Yang Zhaoke knocked on the wooden board, and Yu Ling noticed that the entire wooden sign was densely packed with numbers, faithfully recording every training session of hers.

Results.

Yang Zhaoke has conducted such a test at least hundreds or thousands of times. Such perseverance is really not something ordinary people can have.

There are hundreds of different types of training in this entire field. If you think about it deeply, you will undoubtedly come to a shocking conclusion.

Yu Ling has seen many hard-working people, but Yang Zhaoke still ranks at the forefront among them all. It is estimated that only Xu Mingyuan can compare with her.

Yu Ling slowly walked around the training ground with her. Under the influence of his strong physique, he quickly recovered from his tired state, which made Yang Zhaoke marvel at his vitality, which was as strong as a little strong one.

Yu Ling could feel that the mysterious strength had obviously improved under such high-intensity polishing, as if it had gradually broken through an invisible shackles.

The peak of marrow cleansing is not far away.

Yu Ling's heart moved and she asked directly: "Can I use the training equipment you have here?"

Yang Zhaoke winked and said, "Of course you can, what's mine is yours, don't be polite to me."

"Then let me try them all too." Yu Ling strode directly into a training room.

"Don't you have to work so hard? You put me under a lot of pressure!" Yang Zhaoke yelled and followed in.

It has to be said that the various infrastructures at the Yang Mansion Training Ground are very complete, including those for training explosive power, training speed, training strength, training agility, training body coordination, and training flexibility, and most of them are available.

It is a combination of multiple trainings to preserve and mobilize every cell in the body.

Because Yang Zhaoke was injured, he couldn't hold on anymore after training with Yu Ling for most of the day. He could only sit on the edge of the field and look at him with a look of despair, and then he tore the crispy chicken legs in his hands.

.

It wasn't until midnight that Yu Ling walked out of the last training room. Before Yang Zhaoke could speak, he said, "I'm going to try to break through to the peak of marrow cleansing tonight. Is there a quiet room for training?"

"What? Are you about to break through now?" Yang Zhaoke was stunned.

Yu Ling nodded, and Yang Zhaoke patted his forehead helplessly and said, "Don't make the distance between us further and further away. It seems that I have to work hard too."

"You've worked hard."

Yang Zhaoke breathed a sigh of relief: "It's not enough. I don't know when I will be able to reach the blood coagulation realm. I really don't want to see my father working so hard alone."

But she quickly raised a smile, casually wiped her greasy hands on the corner of her clothes, pointed in one direction and said: "There are many quiet rooms over there. I'll take you there. Come on and make a breakthrough. You can definitely do it!"

Yu Ling thanked her and immediately sorted out the items in the spirit ring. After confirming that there were no defects in the rare treasures used to break through the realm, she followed Yang Zhaoke and walked forward.

…

Early next morning.

Yu Ling crawled out of the big bucket full of dirt and blood, took out the water from the spiritual ring and took a bath before changing into clean clothes and walking out of the quiet room.

Although the process was a bit strenuous and ups and downs, he finally reached the peak of marrow cleansing. He was able to protect himself in this barren mountain surrounded by masters.

Not long after Yu Ling went out, she saw Yang Zhaoke. She hurriedly waved to Yu Ling and led him to the door of Yang Mansion.

I saw hundreds of marrow washing masters gathered solemnly, and when they saw Yang Zhaoke, they all greeted her kindly and respectfully. This was not only because she had a good father, but also because of Miss Yang's own strong strength.

But these people were much colder when facing Yu Ling, and a few even looked at him suspiciously, as if he shouldn't be in this place.

A peak marrow cleansing warrior hesitated for a moment, then said: "Miss, this trip to the forbidden area is very dangerous. I don't want you to take the risk. It seems a little inappropriate for you to bring a young man with you, right? Here we go.

Who among us can take care of him at this time?"

"Hey, don't look down on people, my Ling Ling also has the cultivation level of peak marrow cleaning, okay?" Yang Zhaoke's disgusting name made Yu Ling feel uncomfortable all over.

Everyone was stunned and looked at Yu Ling in disbelief, completely unable to understand how he could practice so fast.

"If you don't believe it, which one of you has tried two tricks before?" Yang Zhaoke curled his lips and asked.

The peak marrow cleansing master who spoke before couldn't help coughing twice, took a step forward and said: "Then let me try my hand with this little brother. We are about to start, so just stop here."

"You don't use weapons?" Yu Ling glanced at him.

Yang Zhaoke explained: "Uncle Ge has trained his hands to be like earth-level spiritual weapons, so even if you perform well, you don't have to feel that you are taking advantage."

Yu Ling looked at the spirit ring. He only had the last low-grade long sword left. It looked like he had to use it sparingly. He would have bought two more before leaving.

After Yu Ling drew out the long sword, Ge Zhonghe came forward and punched without any tricks.

Yu Ling's feet slightly misaligned, and the long knife slashed Ge Zhonghe's arm, trying to take him aside.

After a crisp sound of "dang", Ge Zhonghe's arm was not injured, but a few sparks flew out. His arm stuck to Yu Ling's long knife like a magnet. He twisted his body and almost knocked Yu Ling's sword away.

Throw it out.

Yu Ling's profound energy shook violently, and she finally broke free from the restraints and took back the long sword, but her steps staggered a little and she temporarily lost her balance.

Ge Zhonghe came close to him like a ghost, his left hand tightly clasped Yu Ling's shoulder like a claw, and the other palm touched his chest.

Yu Ling had no way to hide for a moment, so she could only resist the blow. After a muffled "bang" sound, the profound energy she had trained in the Ancient Desolate Art reverberated back like a wild beast. Ge Zhonghe only felt pain in his right hand.

Numb, he was so shocked that he lost consciousness.

The two of them each stumbled back more than a dozen steps, and it's hard to say who suffered more. Although Yu Ling's energy and blood were disordered and he suffered some hidden injuries, considering his physique, he was able to recover quickly. On the contrary, it was Ge Zhonghe who suffered the injury on his right hand.

Chuang will undoubtedly be much more passive in the next battle.

Sure enough, after Yu Ling stabilized his energy, he slashed away with the long sword one after another, never giving Ge Zhonghe a chance to rest his breath.

After all, his profound strength is derived from the physical body. In addition to the domineering and tyrannical nature of the Ancient Desolate Art, it also has the nature of being endless and continuous. So after more than a dozen rounds, Yu Ling's momentum gradually increased.

, but Ge Zhonghe missed an opportunity and became more and more passive.
Chapter completed!