Fan daoai glanced at Niu Zhen: "you know a fart. Instructor ye asked me to keep improving. Just practice this action. I can persist for 30 seconds."
Niu Zhen fell silent, and fan daoai's training was really excellent.
Each of them can hold the action for up to ten seconds, but he is three times as many as everyone.
To know this kind of action, it takes countless sweat to add one second.
Seeing that everyone practiced almost, ye Chen clapped his hands: "today we need to practice in a different way."
Everyone was curious and listened.
"You have gathered a lot of energy in your body. If you can mobilize it, you can officially become a martial artist."
Ye Chen glanced at everyone and said, "but if you want to break through this bottleneck, you must go through years of polishing, and you have no time."
"So we can only take risks in desperation, and the sword is at the wrong edge. Today's training, without projects, is to play with our lives!"
When they heard that they were risking their lives, no one showed fear, but full of expectation.
"Come on, hit me!"
"What?"
Everyone was stunned. What kind of training is this?
And ye Chen is a great master. Even if you add them up, they are not rivals.
"I said, hit me!"
Ye Chen said again, but no one did it.
But ye Chen was not vague. With a wave of his hand, he grabbed someone.
This man is called Han Xiao. He has a good foundation and the worst talent, but his advantage is diligence. Ye Chen is quite optimistic about him.
Ye Chen smiled cruelly and kicked his little stomach at the speed of light.
Poof!
Blood vomited out and dyed the whole sky red.
Everything happened so fast that everyone didn't react.
Is instructor Ye crazy? Unexpectedly, he attacked them.
"Master, what do you mean?" Zhang Weidong couldn't help asking.
"Come on, hit me!"
Ye Chen didn't give them a chance to speak at all, and even Zhang Weidong didn't let go. With a crack, Zhang Weidong's arm was knocked off the ring.
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"Captain, Captain!"
The people immediately protected the two wounded and glared at Ye Chen.
"Instructor ye, the training should also have a degree. You can't insult us like this."
"I'm just insulting you. If you have the ability, hit me!" Ye Chen smiled playfully, and his eyes were full of contempt.
"You garbage, not even martial arts, even if you go together, you are not my enemy of unity!"
Ye Chen's body gradually appeared murderous, which surrounded the people, making their hearts cold and full of fear.
Is this the grandmaster's momentum?
Why don't you even dare to mention your desire to do it?
People couldn't help sweating on their foreheads. Some people even knew they were defeated and wanted to kneel down.
Facing the suddenly crazy Ye Chen, they were helpless and helpless.
"Dare not even do it? A pile of garbage!"
Even if you know ye Chen is acting, you still have some unbearable hatred for the successive poisonous hands and mouths.
"Cow, kneel down!"
With a wave of Ye Chen's big hand, a strong Qi fell from the sky, like a mountain, pressing the cow's legs like a thousand pounds.
"I don't kneel, kneel on my knees, kneel on my parents, why should I kneel on your knees?"
"Hum, because I'm strong! Kneel down!"
The strength suddenly increased, and Niu Zhen's legs clicked, thinking that the bones were pressed out of place.
"Cow..."
Everyone was extremely worried.
"Hahaha, I'd rather die standing than live kneeling."
At this moment, everyone's blood was stimulated, and everyone silently looked at each other, which was fully reflected in the tacit understanding of their comrades in arms for many years.
The remaining people in groups, divided into queues, quietly surrounded Ye Chen from all directions.
"Do it!"
Zhang Weidong connected his arm and shouted loudly.
Everyone immediately took orders and showed their magic power.
"Plan to encircle me? Dream!"
Ye Chen sneered, waved his hand, and the two teams immediately flew backward.
The remaining two teams, ye Chen rushed into the hand to hand fight with him, punching to the flesh, and seeing blood in the palm of his hand.
There seems to be no room at all.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Everyone looked at his teammates who were seriously injured, with scarlet eyes, sweat, tears and blood intertwined. Regardless of the pain, they vowed to rush to Ye Chen, even if they couldn't cause him any harm.
"Garbage, garbage, it's all garbage! Do you only know to rush? Do all the energy in your body eat with rice?"
Ye Chen's reminder impressed everyone.
They try to apply the strength of their bodies to their whole body to increase their speed and strength.
"Instructor ye, take my punch!"
It's too late to say, but it's too fast.
Fan daoai suddenly blew out with a fist, which was powerful.
Ye Chen smiled knowingly, and fan daoai's potential was completely stimulated.
"Hum, how dare you teach others with such a little strength? Get out of here!"
With a wave of Ye Chen's big hand, fan daoai flew into the sky alone, and was unexpectedly blasted out of the yard.
When fan daoai fell to the ground with a bang, he planned to rush into the yard to fight with Ye Chen again, but was immediately stopped by the domestic female soldiers.
"Comrade, instructor ye said that as long as the people who were thrown out of the yard should immediately meditate and practice, and strive to skillfully use their energy."
"Shit!"
Fan daoai recalled his attack just now, but the air crackled. How powerful was this punch?
It turns out that all this is a play played by instructor Ye!
It was really hard work, and fan daoai's eyes couldn't help but flash a tear.
"Thank you, instructor!"
Fan daoai said silently and shouted, "ah, ye Chen, I'm going to kill you! Ah..."
Ye Chen made such a big situation that he naturally had to cooperate.
A few screams pretending to be painful further stimulated the bloody nature of the comrades in arms in the hospital.
More and more people began to mobilize their energy and exert great strength.
And there were fewer and fewer people left in the yard. Finally, only Han Xiao and Zhang Weidong were left.
Ye Chen said faintly, "Han Xiao, your teammates are burping farts. Do you want to live?"
Han Xiao was bleeding all over and hobbled to Ye Chen: "instructor ye, I know you are training us. They must have passed, and I am the worst."
Ye Chen couldn't deny it. He slapped him in the face and knocked him to the ground.
He stepped on his face: "don't put gold on your face, they are dead now, I don't know."
Han Xiao couldn't move, but where his eyes passed, it was a mess, full of blood.
He didn't know what had happened and why he had become like this.
But his heart was full of hatred, not for ye Chen, but for himself.
Why are you so useless!
He clenched his teeth secretly, clenched his fists with both hands, and clenched his nails into the flesh.
"No, I don't want to be a waste! I want to be a warrior!"
Boom!
The meridians in Han Xiao's body were like a flood breaking the bank, with great momentum.
"Yes!"
Ye Chen moved his feet away and said, "practice on the ground immediately!"