The Ultimate Villain of Fantasy chapter 1291

The Ultimate Villain of Fantasy
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“So soon, what happened”
Ye Ling was also surprised, what happened, it seemed that it was a bit serious, the family had not issued a black emergency order for a long time, could it be that Mo Xinyu turned around and left, the tall figure and the two guys in black and white turned their heads and left, passing on Come to a gentle voice: “Brother, you cultivate well, I will tell you later, besides…”
“It’s okay, you all go, if you have something urgent, go and do it quickly!”
Looking at the three figures who were walking away, the corner of his mouth seemed to have a word left unspoken: “You want to say it, and I can’t help you, do you want to say that?”
“It’s time to do something!”
At noon, the blazing blazing sun was already hanging high in the sky. In front of a wooden house in the northwest corner of the Brown Dragon Forest, a few palm trees surrounded a fan-shaped open space, and a figure was sweating like rain. The black clothes that were changed and washed have soaked his whole body in sweat, his arms, layers of sweat covered with dust, dripping continuously. In the air, the sound of sonic booms whistled through the attached space fists, slashing across. With a normal trajectory, a black shadow standing one meter away controls the whistling sound of air, imitating the air as a slash, bombarding that not far away, and has formed a trace of marks on it.
“Speed, what I want is speed, the technique of the dragon body, everything is about speed, it’s faster and more ruthless than others!”
The body that bounced on the spot was constantly shifting. Within a few meters, the footsteps had already reached hundreds of paces. During the battle, Ye Ling suddenly realized that the body that was moving at high speed had changed in strength. , becomes: unstable, and offset will occur.
Ye Ling found that his body was not able to withstand the agile response, but with the newly advanced Qi Wu Mirror, the first mirror did not supply the constantly depleted breath, Qi Slashing Mirror, for… …for the technique of the dragon body, it’s still so far… the rank is too low.
“Come again!”
But the footsteps did not stop. He quickly peeled off his shirt and threw it to a branch in the distance. The black clothes soaked in sweat kept dripping sweat on the branch! Pressure, pressure seems to be slowly accumulating. When the words came to his lips, his surname was Mo, but he couldn’t get in touch with the messages from the Mo family rights center, and he had already been excluded.
“The annual meeting seems to be less than two months away.”
It seems that the pace of progress is still too slow.
He knew very well that in the Mo Clan Ranking, those… geniuses against the sky, not to mention the ranking within the Clan Ranking, that is… outside the Clan Ranking, he was still at the bottom.
Mo Cheng, who was defeated by him, was not on the edge of the clan list.
It turned out that he was still lingering at the end.
The twilight is pulling down, and the afterglow of the setting sun has pulled Ye Ling’s figure very long, behind a square bamboo basket made of bamboo, through the gap, you can see the dark and shiny stones, filled with half of them. Basket.
The ‘Thousand-Heavy Stone’ is fifty times denser than ordinary stones, and a piece the size of a fist weighs nearly [-] jin.
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Ye Ling weighed it, and the weight was just right for him.
Eight yuan, a full eight hundred catties.
Arched back: Gradually standing, trying to bear the weight of [-] jins. When he was a child, he insisted on the method of special training for him. With the improvement of his physical fitness, half a year ago, he was still: He was hovering at five hundred kilograms, and after the breakthrough of the Mirror of Qi Wu, he can now gain three hundred kilograms more.
Looking at the dozens of ‘thousand-heavy stones’ that were still on the side, he shook his head and sighed: “When will we be able to break through the thousand jins?”
Eight hundred jins is equivalent to the body weight of five fifty-five-five-five-five-five-five-five-year-old adults. Today, Ye Ling has to carry the weight of eight hundred jins on her back and carry out the special training ‘speed training’ that continues every day.
The arched lower plate is standing slowly, the waist is supported by the legs, and the back is supported by the waist belt: the blue veins that jumped up on the calf are emerging, and the weight lifted up is pressing down.
The steps are very slow and heavy, the ground, one footstep footprint, deep on the ground, connected in a row.
The load, the [-]-pound load, is forming a continuous pressure.
“what……”
With a mouthful of gritted teeth, the abdomen was lifted, and the breath mobilized in the sea of qi formed an air current to irrigate the skin of the body, the ground, and the overflowing air flow, blowing up the turbid dust.
“call……”
The face is red, with the pace of walking, the strap made of ‘Vansi grass’ squeezes the skin into several pieces, the skin rubs, the dead skin that was already on the shoulders is squeezed again and slowly red and swollen Rising, bruising, taking shape.
“It’s time to speed up!”
With the gradually adapting to the weight bearing, a rhythm was on the footsteps, stepping out gently.
“Five, four, one… five, four, one”
The rhythm is beating, following the rhythm of the pace, counting silently in my heart, and the tune is slowly adjusting as the body adapts.
“Five, four, one…”
Strange rhythm, stepping on the ground, twisting in waves, seemingly slow, but with a strange rhythm.
Slowly, it turned into a rush, the pace was constantly accelerating, and the airflow all over the body seemed to be covered with a layer of qi armor, with the weight of the whole body, steadily solidifying, accumulating pressure, yes, Condensing the pressure, passing the weight through the body, condensing it on a line of the body, and taking away the constantly cheap center of gravity through the twisting of the body.
It is… this rhythm, with Ye Ling moving towards the interior of the palm cage non-stop.
The setting sun, the dim afterglow, and the continuous wind blowing in the sky brought up the palm-sized palm-sized leaves. Under the setting sun, one could look down at the dim sight, the jogging boy, the boy’s growing body, pressing down on him. With a huge weight, at the age of sixteen, there seems to be a heavy weight of a thousand pounds pressing on the boy’s body, and there seems to be a weight of [-] catties on his chest. But not angry.
In this world, there is no shortage of geniuses, no shortage of monsters against the sky, no shortage of stupid birds, and no shortage of stupid birds who are working hard.
He is the latter, what does he have, he seems to be asking himself every day, what answer does he have that others don’t have? Appears embarrassing.
The heavy ‘thousand-weight stone’ seemed to bear more weight along with Ye Ling’s sweat dripping on the ground, and it was a smooth backing.
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The velvet grass, the strong braided straps, ,, the force of squeezing, along with the brown cage forest, the outer edge of the slope points one by one, stomping, squeaking… making noises.
The fleshy skin on the shoulders was already red and swollen. If it wasn’t for the protection of the gas armor layer, it would definitely be bloody.
The ridicule in the indifference, the contempt that leaned into the corner of the eye, but a dignity was trampled by countless glances, and the blood dripping from the heart was not seen or touched by others.
‘Let’s run, boy’ 咻…!, a burst of energy, the strength of the back, the breath condensed at the feet, Ye Ling’s body sprinted up, blowing up the scattered leaves, and after flying, The leaves are falling slowly.
An obsession in my heart, the pride and dignity that belongs to me, black and white day and night, spring comes and winter turns, but why is it so desperate, running in the silent and uninhabited palm forest, what is he doing, what does he need? A part of dignity, a part of recognition.
He can run faster and farther than the hard-working stupid bird.