Chapter 5 Hell's Special Training

In the morning, Jingtian took Jingchen to the small forest that was razed to the ground three years ago. At this moment, it was already a green grass.

The two stood up. Jing Tian did not say anything, but looked at Jing Chen.

For a long time, Jing Chen really couldn't stand Jing Tian's gaze, "Dad, don't you know me? I'm your son."

Hearing Jing Chen's strange words, Jing Tian was slightly stunned, and then he raised his hand and was ready to give Jing Chen a surprise. Seeing Jing Tian raising his hand, Jing Chen habitually jumped back. Suddenly, both of them were stunned there.

Neither of them expected that Jing Chen's casual jump jumped more than five meters away.

"You boy..." Jingtian's raised hand also stopped in mid-air, frowning slightly.

"I'm..." Jing Chen didn't know what to say.

"Come here." It's better for Jingtian to recover first.

"Oh!" Jing Chen answered, pouted and leaned over, and peeked at Jing Tian's raised hand.

Jing Tian stretched out his right hand and grabbed Jing Chen's shoulder. Jing Chen wanted to dodge again when he saw the situation, "Don't move." Jing Tian stopped Jing Chen's movements. In desperation, Jing Chen could only let Jing Tian's hand grab his shoulder with an aggrieved face.

"Dad, itchy!" Seeing Jing Tian's slightly red right hand, Jing Chen frowned.

Hearing Jing Chen's words, Jing Tian let go of the right hand that grabbed his shoulder, "That's all."

"It's already itchy!" Jing Chen muttered in a low voice.

"Okey, don't complain there. Listen, you will fight with me every day from today on." Hearing his father's words, Jing Chen immediately put on a bitter face. Of course, I can't use fighting spirit. Seeing his son's appearance, Jing Tian smiled and added another sentence.

"Ah?" Hearing Jing Tian's words, he was slightly stunned and asked, "What about me?"

"You can do whatever you want, whether it's fighting spirit, magic, skills or something." Jing Tian said with a slight smile.

"Oh..." Jing Chen took off his long voice and suddenly shouted, "Start!"

A vague light green symbol appeared in Jing Chen's right hand. He waved his little hand, and the symbol quickly flew towards Jingtian. Seeing this scene, Jing Tian was also stunned. He really didn't expect that his son had a sneak attack. He smiled helplessly and shouted, "Good luck." A punch was stretched out, like the light green symbol hit over.

The symbol touched Jingtian's fist. He only felt that the symbol seemed to be illusory and disappeared in an instant. Seeing this scene, Jingtian frowned slightly, "This is..."

I didn't wait for Jingtian to say anything. I just felt that the ground under my feet was shaking. Suddenly, countless vines with thumbs were drilled out, quickly wrapped around Jingtian's lower body, and there was a tendency to continue to climb up. I didn't have time to think about it. Jingtian's body shook, and the vines that had just climbed quickly broke into several pieces in an instant and slipped. On the ground.

"What kind of skill is this?" Jingtian asked.

Seeing that he failed to make the sneak attack, Jing Chen was also much more well-behaved. "It was last night, I carefully recalled the things that were poured into my memory in my dream. When I remembered, I could only use it. I don't know what the specific name is."

It's hard to believe that the boy was attacking himself not long ago. "Do you think of such a skill?"

Jing Chen thought about it carefully again, "It's not true. I still remember a skill, but this skill is strange. It doesn't feel like the Druid skills mentioned by my mother, and I don't know how to use this skill."

"Use it and let me have a look." Hearing Jing Chen's words, Jing Tian was also interested.

"Oh!" Jing Chen brewed a little, and saw a faint layer of green light attached to his fists, which was attached to Jing Chen's hand like fog.

"What is this?" Looking at the thing in his son's hand, Jingtian stretched out his hand and touched it. He felt very strange, a little soft and seemed to be tough.

"I don't know. I just have some impressions in my memory that this can improve attack ability and attack speed, and I can also use some special skills, but I don't know those special skills at all." Jing Chen looked at what was attached to his hand and said inexplicably.

"Come on, you punch me." Jing Tian stood up and asked Jing Chen to come and beat himself.

Hearing his father's words, Jing Chen didn't think much about it. He really didn't believe that his strength could hurt his father and punched Jing Tian in the chest. Jing Tian did not dodge and took this punch.

"Bum!" With the sound of air bursting, Jing Tian's body shook slightly and immediately stabilized, but the opposite view was shaken back several steps.

Jing Chen shook his little hand and complained to Jing Tian, "Dad, is your chest meat? Why does it feel harder than Wugang?

Jing Tian didn't say anything, but he just frowned and thought about something. After a long time, "Your boy's punch, at least a second-level boxer, is at the level of a full blow, and you haven't experienced systematic training. How is this possible?"

"Ah?" After listening to Jing Tian's words, Jing Chen was also stunned, "I actually have second-level strength? Really? Dad!"

"Who said that you have second-level strength? I'm just saying that your attack power just now is almost the same as the full power of a second-level boxer. If you want to become a second-level professional, you can't just hit this punch. That requires other aspects of strength." Jingtian hit Jingchen's newly rising sense of expansion.

"But then again, it is rare for you to achieve such a strong attack power at your age." Jingtian is well aware of the truth of relaxation. For children of Jingchen's age, they should not be too complacent or hit too much. Otherwise, it will be very unfavorable for future practice. But at this moment, the shock in his heart is irreparable. Generally, most of the teenagers at Jingchen's age are wandering in one. At the beginning of the level, the better one is the middle level of the first level. Those so-called geniuses, that is, hover between the middle level and the upper level. That talent is already a rare genius in the pan-continent. Like his son, even if he doesn't have to fight to protect himself, he will be beaten and shake his body, although some of them despises the enemy. Ingredients, but if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would not have believed anything, suppressing the shock in Jingtian's heart.

Hearing Jing Tianhou's words, Jing Chen's originally lost little face instantly became radiant, and he looked at Jing Tian with hope, "Dad, how can I become a second-level professional?"

"It's not difficult, but you're going to go to school. This time is limited. If you want to become a second-level professional in a short time, it's not impossible, but..." Jing Tian paused for a moment and did not continue to talk, but looked at Jing Chen.

"No matter what kind of bitterness I have, Dad, don't worry." Jing Chen looked at his father firmly.

"Good! This is my son Jingtian." After patting Jing Chen on the shoulder, Jing Tian laughed happily.

"According to what I just said, from today on, you will practice according to the method I said. Within a month, you will definitely be promoted to the second level."

Seeing that his father was so sure, Jing Chen was also secretly determined to reach the apprentice level before leaving home to school.

"This way of cultivation is from the inside out, from the surface to the inside, not just one kind of cultivation." Seeing his son looking at him with a puzzled face, Jing Tian continued, "It's like the lich, the way of the stone man, is the left road. Although they have simple magic or strong bodies, the lich gives up his body. It is a skeleton and has almost no ability to resist sudden physical attacks, and the stone man is On the contrary, they completely gave up the cultivation of energy and consumed all their energy and time on strengthening their bodies, but for those who are really strong, they are just a group of live targets.

Hearing his father's words, Jing Chen nodded like a dream, "Just like those magicians will also do some physical training, right?"

Jingtian was also very happy to see that his son was so smart. "Exactly, the original magicians did not practice the body and only paid attention to the cultivation of magic, but with the passage of time, those magicians who only practiced magic found that the speed of their body function aging was faster than that of the warriors of the same level. At a strange level, a seven-level warrior can often live for more than a thousand years, while a magician can only live for five or six hundred years. Since then, the magicians have shown their magical powers and developed many secret methods to cultivate their bodies.

"Then how should I practice?" Jing Chen asked.

"Your situation is relatively special. Now you have a lot of natural energy in your body. Let me think about it." After meditating for a moment, Jingtian continued, "After that, I will practice physical fitness every morning, and in the afternoon, I will fight against you. You can still use everything you can, and I won't use fighting spirit."

"Good!"

After that, the training began...

Under a hill one miles west of Sauron Town, Jingtian stood on a big stone. The sun was rising, and there was still a faint mist in the forest.

"Come on, run!" Jing Tian shouted.

On the open space in front of the boulder, a figure that kept running was Jing Chen. He saw bulging things tied to his body and limbs. He didn't know what was in it. From time to time, there were some rustling sounds.

"I really want to take a break." Jing Chen gritted his teeth and kept working hard to drive his legs. He had run ten laps. This open space is four hundred meters in a circle, and ten laps is four kilometers.

Since that day, Jingtian promised him that he would be promoted to the second level within a month, and he began this hellish training. At this moment, what was tied to his body was a kind of sand that Jingtian didn't know where he found. The sand was even heavier than the black steel of the same volume. Jingchen clearly remembered that he was the first day. When I put on the training clothes that my father gave him, I almost couldn't stand firm.

"I want to be strong!" Thinking that he was going to be as strong as his father, Jing Chen bit his teeth. Even if he had reached the limit, he still persisted.

"Quick, a little faster." Jing Tian's voice came again, and there was no emotion to urge him.

A trace of fierceness flashed in Jing Chen's eyes. His eyes stared at the front, and kept shouting in his heart to make himself faster. At this time, Jing Chen's already unclear consciousness suddenly shook, and then he only felt that his limbs seemed to have strength again. This feeling is not strange to him these days.

"It's a breakthrough again." Jing Chen muttered. In these days, every time Jing Chen feels that he has reached the limit, he will generate a force from his body. I don't know where this power comes from, but it naturally arises and integrates into his body. A trace of excitement flashes in Jing Chen's eyes and goes beyond the limit. Every time he enjoys this feeling. There is an uncontrollable joy.

On the boulder, the speed of Jing Chen's original slowdown suddenly increased, and there was also a faint smile on Jingtian's cold face.