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The inheritance technique of the Tyrant Body branch could not be recorded. Only by cultivating a special method could one draw out the cultivation method. Only then could one be considered as the inheritor of the Tyrant Body branch.

That technique was given to him by his good friend, the Tyrant Sage from his previous life. However, he was unable to obtain an inherited cultivation technique. Furthermore, he had the《 Heavenly Tyrant Manual》 which was even better than the《 Stars Glass Body》.

He had already given the technique to Luo Feng. As long as Luo Feng experienced the test, he would be able to get the technique from the Celestial Tyrant Manual.

At that time, the inheritors of the Tyrant Body branch would reappear on the continent. At the most, a hundred years from now, another body sage realm cultivator, or even a body emperor, would appear on the continent.

Letting out a sigh, Lingyun sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes to continue cultivating. He could feel that he was not far from breaking through to the late stage of martial warrior and reaching the peak of the first transition.

Strands of spiritual energy were absorbed into his body and divided into two parts. The first part was absorbed into the Supreme Pagoda, turning into purple grandmist energy that was stored in his aurasea. The other part of his body was used to temper his flesh and blood. It exploded between his flesh and blood before slowly healing itself.

Letting out a breath of impure air, Lin Xie and the rest finished their training. Luo Feng sat beside him and closed his eyes as he trained. Strands of nature's spiritual energy continued to enter into his body.

"Today's six hours have passed, and the rest of the time is in your hands!" Ling Yun looked at the corners of Lin Xie and the eight others, his eyes full of playfulness, and laughed.

Hearing this, the young boys and girls' faces became bitter. Their disaster had come, and their captain, in order to not slap himself in front of everyone and learn to bark like a dog, would definitely train them crazily.

His strength was the strongest amongst them, and it would not be long before he would break through to martial master. Once he broke through to martial master, his strength would skyrocket, and he alone would be able to defeat any of the other teams.

Glancing at Luo Feng who was training with his eyes closed, Lin Xie revealed a look of fear and a hint of fighting spirit. Out of the eighty-one people here, Luo Feng was the biggest threat.

Laughing weirdly, he waved at the eight team members behind him and brought them to a corner of the grass. The other team leaders looked at each other and also brought their teams to the side to train, they didn't dare to relax.

Lingyun looked at Lin Xie's back, and the corner of his mouth raised into a mocking smile. Of course he knew what Lin Xie was thinking, but how could he, Lingyun, make such a low level mistake, and not have a thorough response?

He looked at his teammates and said hoarsely: "Follow behind Lin Xie and the others and train as they wish. If anyone dares to be lazy, train twice the amount, and don't even think about sleeping tonight!"

After which, he slowly closed his eyes and continued his cultivation.

The eight team members looked at each other, and in the end, helplessly ran towards Lin Xie's place.

Seeing the eight people running towards him, Lin Xie's face turned dark, this was a thief! He couldn't help but to look towards Ling Yun. However, seeing that Ling Yun didn't say anything, he could only helplessly glare at Luo Feng.

"Eighty-one people. Coincidentally, we can cultivate this formation." Ling Yun said softly, his eyes narrowing slightly. "The 99th round of the battle formation needs to be trained from the beginning, it's the most suitable for them."

He had occasionally acquired this formation in his past life, and it was a very special one.

He did not know what level it was. The reason it was special was because this battle formation could be upgraded, but he had to start training it from the third step.

Moreover, there was a limit to the number of people. At the beginning, it was divided into nine parts, and in the end, the nine teams became one.

In his' past life ', he had grasped quite a few battle formations, and even had a few at the seventh step. How could he have the heart to train a new team?

However, he had a feeling that this 99-90% return to 1 battle formation was not simple, and had endless profound mysteries.

With a thought, a few scrolls appeared in his hand, along with a pen. Holding the brush in his hand, he took a deep breath. The tip of the brush flickered with a weak light, and a slight spiritual force fluctuation was transmitted.

The tip of the brush touched the scroll, and the brush moved swiftly and smoothly. Soon, a unique mystical pattern appeared on the scroll, resembling the Nine Palace Diagram.

"Hu!"

Ling Yun let out a light breath, and looked at the nine scrolls in front of him in satisfaction.

Looking up at the sky, the sun had already set. On the grass, it was a 'bustling' scene. He had a purgatory look.

Eighty one black armored silhouettes were training on the grass, as though they didn't know how tired they were.

They could do nothing about it. They wanted to rest but did not dare to. The ferocious expression of their captain scared them so much that their bodies trembled.

Lingyun gratefully nodded his head, and walked to a row of unmanned wooden piles that had a dark golden luster.

This wooden stake was not made from any ordinary tree. Instead, it was made from a special kind of wood — — Black Steel Wood. It was as hard as iron.

Even Martial Masters could not easily break it. Warriors could only leave shallow marks on it.

Taking a deep breath, Lingyun's expression turned solemn. His five fingers bent and formed a fist. The fist hit a stake made of black metal and the sound of an explosion rang out. It attracted the attention of the young boys and girls.