The First Academy in the Cultivation World

Long Xuyao ​​felt out of place among this group of dragons. The others were all giant dragons, and he was the only small one. He inexplicably felt that it was not unreasonable for Ling Yan'er to call him a little friend.

"Look at that golden dragon. Try to learn from it first." Ling Yan'er said, pointing to a golden baby dragon.

Although they are called baby dragons, they are actually much larger than Long Xuyao, who is only two meters long. However, among these overwhelming dragons of different sizes, they do appear very small.

Long Xuyao ​​was even younger. He glanced at the dragon and said, "What is there to learn?"

"Learn how a dragon flies!" Ling Yan'er said with dismay, "Dragons have a natural flying instinct, but you can only fly upright with your cultivation. Look at them, how gracefully they fly!"

Although Long Xuyao ​​admitted that Ling Yan'er's words made sense, he refused to accept it. Instead, he asked, "Where did you find the image of the dragon clan? Aren't you afraid that the dragon clan will sense you and come to cause trouble?"

"Why would you care how I found it? Just follow my lead." Ling Yan'er said, "Look at its size. It's about the same age as you. Hurry up and control your body. Once you grow up and shed your skin, you can transform back into human form."

Long Xuyao ​​looked at the golden young dragon, which was as thick as a bowl, and then at his own size, which was less than three fingers thick. He was a little skeptical: "Are you sure it's the size of a seven-hundred-year-old?"

"Hmm." Ling Yan'er hummed and said, "Haven't you noticed? It's the youngest here, so it's suitable for your age. The others are for you to get to know other dragons. Today's lesson is for you to learn how to control your body and fly."

"Aren't you ashamed of being a dragon and being able to control your body to crawl on the ground?"

Long Xuyao ​​shook his tail: "I don't think so."

Although he does not have enough control over his body, he can control his tail very well and loves to wag his tail for no reason.

Besides, it's no wonder that he can't control his dragon body. He has been a human for more than 700 years, and has only been a dragon for a few days. Isn't it natural that he can't control his dragon body!

Long Xuyao ​​refused to move, so Ling Yan'er caught Long Xuyao ​​and chased him to the side of the golden baby dragon.

Although they are both golden, the gold of this golden young dragon is more dazzling than Long Xuyao's. Even his pupils are golden. Although Long Xuyao's dragon scales are also golden, the color is not as bright, and Long Xuyao's pupils are black.

Ling Yan'er threw Long Xuyao ​​towards the golden young dragon, and Long Xuyao ​​was thrown next to the other party.

But the other party did not react at all. The airflow here was different from that elsewhere. Long Xuyao ​​was forced to shake his body, with a frequency similar to that of the golden dragon next to him.

Long Xuyao ​​couldn't leave even if he wanted to. The airflow seemed gentle, but it trapped him here irrefutably, and he was forced to fly with it.

After a long while, Long Xuyao ​​finally regained some control of his body. His first reaction was to whip the golden dragonfly beside him with his tail.

But he didn't feel like he hit anything solid. He turned his head and looked at it again. A ripple spread out, and the illusion was dispersed. After a while, it solidified again.

Ling Yan'er couldn't help but hold her forehead as she watched Long Xuyao's actions. Did her head become smaller, and her brain also become smaller?

Didn't he remember it was an illusion when he was down there? How come he forgot it after a while up there?

Long Xuyao ​​was forced to practice for a whole class, and his body did grow a little during the practice, but it was not very noticeable.

The bell rang, the illusion disappeared, and Long Xuyao, who was still acting as if by reflex, shook twice and fell to the floor of the classroom.

"I'm so tired." Long Xuyao ​​collapsed on the ground and didn't want to move at all.

He felt that this class had overdrawn his exercise quota for the week.

"Stop pretending and get up." Ling Yan'er kicked Long Xuyao: "You're already in the Nascent Soul stage, and this amount of exercise can't even be considered a warm-up. Why are you so tired?"

Long Xuyao ​​rolled twice under Ling Yan'er's force: "But I can't even exert the strength of the Golden Core Stage right now, isn't it normal to be tired!"

"Don't give me that!" Ling Yan'er wouldn't indulge him. "Do you think I don't know what you studied last semester? You trained your body for half a year, and now you tell me you're tired after just a few moments of activity? Hurry up and get out of here! The next class will be over soon."

Liu Yixian came in from the door, picked up Long Xuyao ​​from the ground, and said lovingly, "I'll take him downstairs to class."

Ling Yan'er held her forehead and wondered if Liu Yixian was used to taking care of Long Xuyao.

"Don't spoil him too much!" Ling Yan'er said to Liu Yixian's back, "He's at the Nascent Soul stage, several realms higher than you."

"I know." Liu Yixian said. After all, watching Long Xuyao ​​grow up from such a small child, he really felt like his son had grown up.

Long Xuyao ​​raised his neck from Liu Yixian's hand, put it on the other's shoulder, and gave Ling Yan'er a provocative smile.

Ling Yan'er was silent. Ling Yan'er was speechless. It turned out that this class was too easy.

Next time she will pay attention to increase the intensity!

Not long after Ling Yan'er followed him downstairs, it was time for the next class, which was Ling Ziye's physical education class.

When Ling Yan'er saw Ling Ziye enter the equipment room to get the sword, her eyes widened. Was he going to start teaching swordsmanship?

Ling Yan'er, who originally wanted to go back to the dormitory, suddenly turned a corner and followed Ling Ziye to the primary martial arts training ground.

More than thirty students were waiting here. Ling Ziye asked one of them to take a sword and then demonstrated it himself, asking, "Do you remember it?"

No, you didn't even split it up? How could anyone remember it all at once?

Ling Yan'er was shocked. She glanced at the students, who were also shocked. Ling Yan'er had to remind them, "Why don't you slow down and teach them one move at a time after breaking them down?"

Ling Ziye frowned and looked at Ling Yan'er: "I've already slowed down, huh? Do I still need to be taught move by move?"

Ling Yan'er nodded: "They have just started learning, so they must be taught step by step."

Ling Ziye didn't say anything, but just picked up the sword again. However, Ling Yan'er could already see two words from his actions: trouble.

No wonder people say that sword cultivation relies on comprehension. It only takes one demonstration to learn on your own. It really depends on comprehension. If you are not a genius, you can't learn it all at once.

Although Ling Ziye found it troublesome, he was really serious when teaching them sword skills. He simply taught them the first move and let them practice it by themselves.

Ling Yan'er looked at their uncoordinated movements and felt that there seemed to be nothing interesting. The one who learned the sword moves most standardly was indeed only Ling Feng, who was worthy of being the sincere swordsman certified by the crystal ball.

Ling Ziye also saw Ling Feng's talent and called out, "Ling Feng, come forward. You lead them in training."

Then he took the sword and corrected his unacceptable movements.