The Strongest Little Devil: Master, Come to Fight! (The Mighty Little Sorceress)

Chapter 347: Run desperately

"Release you bastard!" Zhi Wu curled his lips, disdainful in his heart. He didn't believe that Luo Xiaoman would know what was hidden in his body. He must have thought too much.

"Zhi Wu, how did you talk to your tutor?" Tong Ming scolded, "Quickly apologize to tutor Xiaoman!"

Zhi Wu rolled his head proudly, as if he would not apologize to death.

"you!"

"Associate Dean, it's okay! Xiao Wu's thin-skinned, embarrassed to speak, understandable."

Xiao, Xiao Wu? !

Zhi Wu was taken aback, and stared at Luo Xiaoman angrily. She, this little baby, actually called herself that way, are you embarrassed?

"Come on, Xiao Wu, let's go see your senior brother and sister." Luo Xiaoman looked smug, except for Mo Yuan and Ji Wuya, she has now gathered three disciples and can participate in the competition for places in the secret realm.

"I…"

Before Zhi Wu finished speaking, Tong Ming killed him with a fierce look, making him lose his temper in an instant.

Ji Wuya, who was next to him, had not dared to interject, for fear that he would have to lie down with his mouth.

His brain is very painful now, why did Zhi Wu, who was originally a junior, become his junior inexplicably?

Luo Xiaoman: Xiaoya, have you forgotten that there are Chen Muyu and Yan Qi? They are also your little brother, little sister.

Ji Wuya:...

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On the training field of the academy, two figures ran one after the other.

Even if the students around were resting, they still kept running and never stopped.

"Oh, it's Miss Chen family, why is she so stupid?" A student shook his head and said helplessly: "That kid said to run 500 laps, so he would run 500 laps. Would you like to be so upright?"

"Haha, this is not the most terrible thing." Another student said: "The most terrible thing is that they don't run the real essence, so they run by their own strength."

With Chen Muyu's strength at the first level of the Dan stage, as long as the real essence is run, it will be easy to run these five hundred laps.

It's just that they never expected that after these five hundred laps, this woman wouldn't need any real energy at all, relying solely on her physical strength.

The cultivator's body that has been tempered by the true essence can withstand such a toss, and if it is another person, it is estimated that he will be tired and get down.

"This Yan Qi is also a strange flower. His physical stamina is already poor, and he has been running behind Miss Chen. Isn't this life-threatening?"

"Oh, leave them alone, just treat it as a joke."

Everyone saw too much and became boring, and then they ignored Chen Muyu and Yan Qi and continued their cultivation.

Chen Muyu's forehead was full of sweat, and the sweat slipped and wetted the tips of his hair. Even the goose yellow clothes were soaked with sweat.

By the time she ran two hundred laps, her physical strength was a little bit unable to keep up.

However, she still didn't run her true essence to support herself.

Teacher Xiaoman said, you must not use True Yuan, and never use it.

Since they chose Xiaoman's mentor, they must follow her guidance, otherwise their choice would be meaningless.

Chen Muyu looked back at Yan Qi, this guy's situation looked even worse.

Now he is supporting his body entirely with will, his face is terribly pale, and he rolls his eyes from time to time, and he doesn't know how long he can hold on.

"Yan Qi, why don't you stop and rest?" Chen Muyu frowned, worried: "If you run down again, I'm afraid something will happen."

"No." Yan Qi shook his head and said firmly, "Master Xiaoman said that after five hundred laps, he must finish the race. I don't want to disappoint Teacher Xiaoman."

Chen Muyu was startled and couldn't help shook his head.

He is really a rib. It seems that if he recognizes it, he will smash to the end, "Then go on, we have a hundred laps."

"Okay."

Time passed little by little.

Chen Muyu and Yan Qi ran mechanically, they could no longer feel the presence of their legs, and their whole people moved mechanically like puppets.

They told themselves over and over again in their hearts that they must persist and not fall down.

It was this will that allowed them to persist until now.