Chapter 12: Mysterious My Dragon

"Wow, it's really hard to adapt."

On the one hand, Bingyuan, who was treated by Xia Ling, couldn't help saying slowly with pain, and then he couldn't help taking a breath of cold air because of the pain felt when a relatively large wound healed, and his body couldn't help shaking.

"Don't move. If you are injured, sit down and receive my treatment."

Obviously, Xia Ling was very dissatisfied with Bingyuan's action and couldn't help frowning and saying.

At this time, there is a green flame in Xia Ling's hand, which is held in his hand and slowly slides on the ice source after taking off his clothes. As the flame slides through each wound, the wounds on the ice source will be visible to the naked eye, and the speed is healing at a fast speed, which is touching. I felt that it was incredible.

And this is true.

In addition to being able to attack the enemy, Xia Ling's pupil also has a certain healing ability. After he becomes a god of war, this healing ability is more obvious, so he can feel at ease between Bingyuan and Sasari, as long as he is injured or something.

It's simply a mobile hospital.

I can't help but think of it.

"No, Bingyuan. After losing your pupil, I feel that the skills you usually use can't be used at all."

Sasari sat aside, looked at Bing Yuan, who was being treated by Xia Ling, and said with a face of accusation.

"Well... Sorry, I will reflect on it."

Bingyuan couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed by what Sasari said. After all, he is at least a title-level pupil-eater. At least he should remember the physicality of combat skills, but in the practice just now, Bingyuan himself felt that he could not play the kind of battle that has been tempered. Skills, or the feeling of always slowing down a few beats.

"Today is the first day. Although it can't be adjusted from the state of the disappearance of the pupil, it is enough to show that you are too dependent on your own pupil, and the combat skills are completely based on the pupil."

Xia Ling said slowly.

"But I don't understand. If there is no pupil, I can't even master or understand these combat skills now. Why do I have to emphasize my own body?"

Bingyuan couldn't help frowning and looked at Xia Ling depressedly and asked.

"You're right."

Hearing Bingyuan's doubts, Xia Ling did not raise his head and immediately answered Bingyuan, and his hand did not stop healing Bingyuan.

"But you should know that what you have to face is the power of the first generation of communicators, so do you think your own pupil power can compete with it? Moreover, it is still in the spiritual world, that is to say, your pupil will have no effect in front of the communicator at that time.

Xia Ling said slowly.

"In fact, all the god of war has experienced this."

"What?"

When Bingyuan heard that almost all the gods of war had experienced this kind of thing, he couldn't help but be stunned before saying.

"You heard it right, because almost all martial gods actually have something to do with the first generation of communicators. Otherwise, it is impossible to break through the limits of human beings and become a god of war. Do you think our pupil will be useful when we encounter the oldest pupil power? Youxiang and I have experienced this.

Xia Ling stopped the matter in her hand, raised her head and looked at Bing Yuan and said.

"So, if you want to succeed, you can't rely on your own pupil strength, but spiritual strength?"

Sasari said slowly.

"If you want to succeed, you can't rely on your pupil, but on your own body and spiritual strength as a means of confrontation. If you don't do this, you may not only fail, but also have a great possibility of being devoured to a great extent."

Xia Ling said slowly. Just as he finished his words, Bingyuan noticed that all the wounds on his body had healed.

"Let's do this today. At present, it's just for you to adjust the state. Tomorrow, Sasari's attack will be higher and higher, and the time will be longer. Let's go to bed first."

Xia Lingbin walked into the dark hut, leaving only Bingyuan and Sasari standing in place under the light of fire.

"Thank you for your hard work today, but do you have to work hard from tomorrow? There is not much time."

After watching Xia Ling leave, Sasali stood under a torch for lighting, looked at Bingyuan with a smile and said.

It has been almost four hours since dinner, that is to say, the current time is about ten o'clock in the evening.

In the practice with Sasari, in order to let both of them see each other clearly, Xia Ling silently lit several torches and fixed them around them for lighting.

"I know, hoo... I really can't get used to it for a while.

After sighing, Bingyuan still sat still, looking at Sasari standing aside with a helpless expression.

"Take your time and don't worry... Although I want to say so, I really can't take my time in this situation.

After hearing Bingyuan's answer, Sasali smiled and replied.

"Indeed, there is only one month... Can't relax."

The ice source nodded slowly.

"You go and have a rest first. I'll practice a little more."

After thinking for a moment, Bingyuan decided to practice alone for a while, and then said to Sassari that she should go to rest early without accompanying her.

"Okay, okay, then I'll go and have a rest first, but don't try too hard. Today is just the first day of bad condition. Just continue to work hard tomorrow. Well, I won't say so much. I'm going to bed."

After nodding her head, Sasari changed her body and walked into the room, and now only Bingyuan is left standing alone outside the house.

“...... You have to work hard."

The ice source thought of it secretly.

In order to master a more powerful ability, Youxiang also practiced like Bingyuan, and Bingyuan must have had experience before that, so it is naturally much faster than himself, and Bingyuan is not a person who is willing to backward, so he doesn't want to lose to Youxiang.

Thinking about this, Bingyuan had unconsciously waved the iron sword shining with cold light in his hand and began to wave it according to his own ideas.

Although it seems that the speed of Bingyuan's sword dance is very slow at this time, in fact, this is a set of attack methods that ice source is relatively long, which is acceptable for swords and ice sources. However, because his pupil is a knife, the ice source is also a little unfamiliar with the sword at this time, but While waving the iron sword in his hand, Bingyuan began to recall the combat skills and methods he used on the battlefield, and gradually brought it into the present.

Use it while recalling.

Gradually, Bingyuan's speed of waving the iron sword became faster and faster, and gradually returned to the average level, but now this situation is also very unsatisfactory for Bingyuan. After all, the current speed is still much slower than that of Sassari, but after thinking about it, Bingyuan also feels that he doesn't have much of himself now. The way is to rely on more and more practice to improve your ability.

More than an hour later, Bingyuan, who was sweating heavily, felt that it was time to go to bed, so he went to wipe off the sweat from his body with a little water and returned to his room and began to sleep.

Of course, the relatively quiet night is accompanied by the wind and rain that is not calm on the other side.

"Failed."

The man sat on a sofa, half-squinting and half-opening at the girl who was half squatting on the ground in front of him.

This man is the emperor of the Maifi Empire - Mailong.

"Yes, I'm really sorry. I ask my king to punish me."

Although she was half kneeling on the mountain, the girl whose forehead was almost close to the ground said with a blank face. At this time, she was ready to welcome the man's anger.

Failure, there is no need for an excuse.

The god of war named Luo Ying naturally understands this very well, so she is not going to say anything and leave it to Mailong to deal with herself.

"Punishment? Forget it. After all, it's really too forced for you to have two god of war to appear at the same time. Forget it this time.

She couldn't help looking at Luo Ying's Mailong with a smile and said slowly. She looked reasonable, but in fact, Luo Ying did not relax because of Mai Long's words. On the contrary, now she feels that Mai Long is going to talk about business.

"But... I refused."

Then, Mailong's expression changed in an instant, and his originally warm face became cold in an instant. At this time, Mailong no longer gave people the usual casual appearance. Now he is more like a... The real emperor.

"The god of war except for Yin Baiji is Xia Ling, right?"

Then, Mailong looked at Luo Ying and asked.

"Yes, it's the summer green wind - Xia Ling."

Luo Ying answered Mailong's question very quickly, as if she didn't dare to procrastinate for a moment, because she knew that in fact, Mailong usually looked very casual, but she was very ** for procrastination. Even if he was a few seconds late, he would feel that the person in front of him was very suspicious, so the unlucky guy could prepare for a Stay in prison for the rest of your life or shed blood on the next day.

Although he said that he was the god of war, Luo Ying was actually very afraid of Mai Long. Naturally, Luo Ying, who knew him, did not dare to delay and answered his questions very quickly.

"Xia Ling, Xia Ling, ha, you always like to cause me trouble so much. It seems that you can't find a time to settle accounts well."

After repeating Xia Ling's name twice, Meilong sneered, and then said slowly.

On the other side, Luo Ying doesn't want to know what's wrong with Mailong and Xia Ling, because she wants to know that the guys who are too detailed about Mailong have died without exception. She doesn't want to take this risk.