Rebirth of the Dead House

After bidding farewell to Feng Yu, the two of them flew towards the sect, still in a very familiar posture, with Chen Chulan in front, and Lin Ming holding Chen Chulan's waist with one hand behind him.

The two of them seemed to realize that it was unnecessary, as if they had never quarreled before, so they pretended it never happened.

"Chen Chulan."

Facing the sound of the wind, Lin Ming's firm voice reached her ears. She squinted her eyes and responded, "What's wrong."

Chen Chulan suddenly realized that only Lin Ming would call her name so unscrupulously. Generally speaking, disciples of the sect would definitely call him "Third Elder" when they saw him.

When did Lin Ming start calling it that, she didn't have much memory of it, she got used to it before she knew it.

"Let's gamble."

Hearing Lin Ming's nonchalant words behind him, Chen Chulan frowned slightly, "What bet?"

"Bet on whether I can survive your week of cultivation." Lin Ming said, "The bet starts from the first day with one hundred high-grade spirit stones, and as the number of days increases, the original foundation will be doubled. Top-grade spirit stones, two hundred on the second day, four hundred on the third day, and so on."

"Hey..." After listening to Lin Ming's betting mechanism, Chen Chulan dragged out her tone with great interest, her eyes couldn't help but see a trace of fighting spirit. If it was something else, she might refuse, but if she didn't accept this bet, then she wouldn't Like her style.

"If it's just the usual intensity, you're already used to it."

Having said that, Chen Chulan is not an ordinary gambling idiot. Even though it is only a few hundred high-grade spirit stones, to her, it is like an iron cock. How can she deliberately lose money to Lin Ming in this kind of gambling game?

"You can increase the difficulty as you like." As if he had expected Chen Chulan to say this, Lin Ming raised a finger, confidently revealing a row of neat teeth.

"That's what you said." Chen Chulan showed a terrible smile, "Don't cry if you lose everything."

"It doesn't matter if you lose, who made me like you."

"It's fine if you don't cry... huh?" Chen Chulan nodded subconsciously, suddenly felt something was wrong, tasted what Lin Ming said just now, and almost trembled.

When she herself looked at Lin Ming with an incredulous look on her face, the other party still had an ordinary smile on her face. Chen Chulan just stared at it strangely for a while, but couldn't see why.

No one knew how determined Lin Ming was. It could be said that he had put all his strength into it. She thought about it carefully.

So she thought about money. Since Chen Chulan regards money as her life, as long as she wins all her money, Chen Chulan has no choice but to indulge in the bet with herself.

And there is no need to worry that Chen Chulan will run away halfway. People like her can't stop once they lose money. This is the nature shared by most gamblers. They always feel that they will win, even if they lose a game, they will win. And he was delusional about turning the game around. At this time, as long as Chen Chulan was given some bait, she would immediately catch it.

The next thing is that as long as she can survive, the reason why she is ready to die is that she is about to face the hellish destruction mode.

There was another heavy bet between the two of them, so Chen Chulan threw Lin Ming to the door, and flew back to Baici Peak by herself. As for where Lin Ming went, she didn't bother to care.

Lin Ming went directly back to Wanzhulin, ready to make full preparations for tomorrow's hell mode.

At times like this, she wished so much for a golden finger to help her turn the tables, but unfortunately she didn't.

Poor Lin Ming could only rely on his willpower to survive the week-long Chen Chulan's terrifying trial.

This was even more exciting than her going to the Misty Forest for a trial. After all, she didn't know what tricks Chen Chulan would come up with to torture herself.

The next day happened to be Chen Chulan's refining class. It was really unlucky for these disciples who took the refining class. They met such an unreliable Chen Chulan, unlike other elders who answered questions patiently. She will only hit once, and then she has nothing to do with herself.

Learning to refine weapons from Chen Chulan depends on talent, and not to mention that this woman misses classes every three days or so, she acts like a master when she comes, which really makes many people suffer.

At first, the weapon refining class was overcrowded, but now only a few people are willing to come to the class. Lin Ming is one, and Wen Yutuo also ran away halfway. After all, his most important thing is not to learn weapon refining. The utensil is treated as an iron rice bowl.

Some disciples may not be so talented, and they will not be able to make a living by cultivation in the future, so they will choose a suitable profession to major in.

Chen Chulan was late as usual, and Lin Ming had also made up his mind. Originally, she thought that Chen Chulan would start torturing herself in this class, but it didn't, and it was rare. Chen Chulan taught a class well.

It was agreed to meet at Baici Peak in the afternoon, and as soon as Lin Ming walked in, he saw Chen Chulan's figure from a distance.

The battle officially started, and Lin Ming even felt that every time he took a step, the closer he was to Chen Chulan, the stronger the sense of oppression in his heart.

I still don't know what method Chen Chulan thought of to punish herself...

"Just a few hundred spirit stones, you shouldn't be able to..."

Walking in front of Chen Chulan, he found that she was unusually serious and serious. Lin Ming even had the illusion that since the establishment of the bet yesterday, Chen Chulan had figured out a set of devil training methods.

"Today's training is very simple. Seal your spiritual power and run [-] laps around my white porcelain peak. You will pass after finishing the run. There is no time limit."

What Chen Chulan said was calm, as if her White Porcelain Peak occupied the same area as Lin Ming's small bamboo forest, starting around twenty laps, and she was not allowed to use her spiritual power.

Lin Ming's already depressed mood was even more ugly, but he didn't regret it. Since Chen Chulan agreed, the training she specified would definitely not exceed the range she could accept. She had this confidence.

The main reason is that the loss outweighs the gain by exhausting her with a few hundred spirit stones, and it will be the Zongmen Grand Competition in a while, so it is completely unnecessary.

It was because of this that Lin Ming unscrupulously made a bet that he would violently abuse his body. It was also doomed that Chen Chulan would definitely lose this bet, so Lin Ming dared to make such a bet with Chen Chulan.

"By the way, give me that little fur ball of yours for a few days." Chen Chulan pointed to the space ring on Lin Ming's right hand.

"Little furball?" Lin Ming was stunned for a moment, before realizing that Chen Chulan was referring to the devouring beast.

Lin Ming was very happy. He immediately threw the Devouring Beast out of the ring. He wished to give Chen Chulan this worthless bucket. After raising it, he almost exhausted her. It was useless at all.

The Devouring Beast fell to the ground and bounced a few times. The big eyes on the top of its head opened a crack, and it looked like it was thrown out by Lin Ming in his sleep.

Chen Chulan picked up the confused little guy, put it in her hand, and gently touched its head. The Devouring Beast's frightened and widened eyes narrowed again because of comfort.And Chen Chulan still had a vague smile on her face, as if she wasn't the one who wanted to crush the devouring beast back then.

I don't know what's wrong with Chen Chulan, but Lin Ming has adapted to her moody personality.

The body training process was still very sad. Although it could not pose any threat to the body, the [-] rounds would almost kill Lin Ming.

From the moment Chen Chulan started talking about running, Lin Ming ran lap after lap around Baici Peak. He was able to hold on for the first five laps, but he began to lose strength halfway through the run. He didn't know how he got there in the last ten laps. .

There was a lot of drama in his head, especially in such a situation that was exhausting and boring. Lin Ming went through useless things in his head over and over again. From the beginning of cheering and encouragement to the end, he was persuading himself to give up.

From halfway through the run, Lin Ming was already familiar with this road. He had memorized a few prominent plants or stones, and every time he passed by, his head would automatically remind him.

For example, I have already run halfway, how much distance is left.

Normally time passed quickly, but during these twenty laps, Lin Ming felt that his own time had paused.

And you can't play tricks, it can be seen that Chen Chulan is very competitive, in order to win the game, even at the expense of having fun, she has to watch Lin Ming finish the lap without missing a beat.

Indeed, just as Lin Ming thought, Chen Chulan didn't intend to be cruel, but just increased the original intensity and replaced the various exercises with a single one, wanting to torture Lin Ming mentally and physically.

After all, the previous level could make her cry for her father and mother. Chen Chulan predicted that Lin Ming would fail in the eighteenth lap, but what she didn't expect was that she did fall down in the eighteenth lap, but stood up again. .

Lin Ming had a wishful thinking in his heart, and Chen Chulan, an old fox, had also thought of it, so he spent the night summarizing Lin Ming's current situation, and then made a seven-day plan for her without hurting her bones.

Going a little bit beyond the limit won't go a long way.

As a result, the plan failed on the first day.

Chen Chulan was naturally not reconciled. When Lin Ming came back after crawling and running for the last lap, she decided to strengthen her strength. She had underestimated her before, so it should be fine from now on...

Lin Ming collapsed on the ground after a long absence. She still remembered that this very uncomfortable feeling of detachment was the first time she practiced. As she gradually got used to it, the previous intensity was no longer able to make her feel this way again. .

If it is said that she ran these twenty laps with spiritual power as if she had an invisible person behind her to push her, then without the spiritual power, she ran down-to-earth.

It was indeed more tiring than expected. After running, her legs were so weak that she could not stand up straight. She lay down on the ground and rested for a long time before recovering a little. When she opened her eyes, Chen Chulan had no idea where she was going. There was a bag of spirit stones beside his head, which was Chen Chulan's lost bet.

"first day."

With a smile on his tired face, showing a row of white teeth, he put the bag of spirit stones into the ring.

Compared to the mere hundreds of spirit stones here, what Chen Chulan cares about is Lin Ming's progress. She was only in a half-training state to protect Lin Ming before, which is equivalent to adding a protective cover, which can prevent Lin Ming from practicing injured in the process.

From the very beginning when she was teaching Lin Ming, she had conducted a comprehensive investigation. Lin Ming only had a slight talent advantage in cultivation, but his physical condition was very poor. It was probably caused by eating, drinking and having fun in the past 18 years.

After the previous set of training, Lin Ming's physical fitness was already comparable to that of a basic cultivator, and with the aid of spiritual power, it would be even better.

Suddenly withdrawing the support of spiritual power, Lin Ming's physical strength would be too much to bear, and he would also be unable to bear it due to the banning of spiritual power.It's like a bird flying in a place with plenty of aura, suddenly put it in a place without aura, and it will get tired after flying too far.

Lin Ming's ability to run down is also worthy of praise. Even though he lost a hundred spirit stones, Chen Chulan didn't feel any pain in his flesh. What's more, there are still several days left in this gamble. .

Don't panic.