Transcendent One

Evening.

"Whoo ~ whoo ~ whoo ~"

Lin Ze sat on the ground gasping for breath.

Today's training was really torture. Lin Ze was beaten for a day and did not fully adapt to this rhythm.

Compared with the morning, the biggest improvement is that Lin Ze has gradually developed a kind of vigilance instinct in the process of attacking Feng Luo.

However, the speed of consciousness controlling muscles still cannot catch up with Feng Luo's strike.

"Ha, ha, ha, take your time, this is already very good. In the beginning, my teacher trained my younger brothers and sisters, and none of them could master them in one day."

Luo Feng comforted Lin Ze with a smile.

"It's okay, I'll straighten out my mind and stick to it." Lin Ze got up and drank saying

After a rest, Lin Ze went to Lingyao's small building.