An hour later, Lu Tiannan returned to the teacher's office with a blushing face.

"What's wrong?" Wu Yi asked with a worried face.

Lu Tiannan snorted coldly twice, and said unhappily: "The school leader didn't say anything, he just said that we should not take care of other people's classes, just take care of our own classes." ”

"No, it doesn't matter what you say, this kid's background is a bit hard!" Wu Yi was secretly taken aback in his heart, thinking that it was good that he didn't go with him to complain about that teacher Lu Lin.

"Wait and see! Isn't this the case that there is no cause of trouble! The school leader is not easy to change the order, and he will wait until ten days later, he will get rid of it. Teacher Lu Tiannan said with an unhappy face.

"Okay, then let's just wait and see the excitement!" Wu Yi nodded and ended the conversation.

Although the students of Class 16 did not believe that Teacher Lu could really take them into the blockade circle of the army and directly enter the Red Mist Zone, they were full of curiosity about the set of exercise methods taught by Teacher Lu.

A myth that is so big about cowhides, at least until it is punctured, will inevitably arouse curiosity.

What's more, Mr. Lu's strength is indeed in front of him, he can play a class alone, no matter whether he goes to the red zone or not, it will never be wrong to learn something real from him.

Therefore, most of the students in Class 16 held this mentality of giving it a try and began to train according to Teacher Lu Lin's exercise method.

This set of accelerated training methods basically follows the method of refining the body that Lu Menglu implemented in the Iron Lion Army, but the training intensity has more than doubled compared to that year.

The comprehensive quality of these martial arts students is stronger than that of the soldiers of the Iron Lion Army, they are young and strong, and their energy is unlimited, and half of them have completed the mutation and their physique has been strengthened, and the remaining half Although there is no mutation, they are full of qi and blood, and they are only stronger than the Iron Lion soldiers, and they are easy to practice.

Moreover, Lu Menglu calculated their exercise amount very accurately, and by the time of each evening, the whole class was basically exhausted, and only He Bu and a few two or three people still had some strength left.

"If the training task is up to standard, everyone will come over and get a big tonic pill! Swallow it immediately!" At this time, Lu Menglan would take out the so-called big tonic pill on time and give it to the students.

At first, the students of Class 16 were a little resistant to this pill of unknown origin, but when He Bu and two or three other daring boys tried it once, it became obvious that they were fierce, and everyone accepted the reward.

Because the daily training intensity is too high, only after completing the training task and receiving the big tonic pill reward, can you have the strength to complete tomorrow's share.

Moreover, the medicinal effect of this pill is so obvious that every time I take it, I will feel the qi and blood boiling in my body, as if it has been increasing.

When martial arts students enter the school, the school has a special strength test for personal qi and blood, which shows that martial arts students pay great attention to strong qi and blood, and this mysterious big tonic pill can quickly improve qi and blood, everyone is not stupid, of course, they make a lot of money in a muffled voice, and they can't wait to have one every day.

"He Bu, come here! Your physique is different from everyone else, I'll teach you something new. Lu Menglu stood on the edge of the training ground, and when he saw that He Bu was getting easier and easier when he completed the training task, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and smiled.

The short He Bu lowered his head and strode in front of Teacher Lu.

Although he had only practiced for five days, He Bu knew very well that this training method was more powerful than any he had ever been exposed to before, and after training every day, it could stimulate his qi and blood potential to the greatest extent, and the big tonic pill every evening could forcibly improve his qi and blood

Solid, the daily progress is obvious, this kind of training results are too rebellious.

Therefore, he is also obedient to Mr. Lu's words, and there will be no disobedience.

"After our class enters the Red Zone, you will be the main combat force!Combined with your current strength explosion, I decided to teach you a set of sword techniques, do you want to learn it?" Lu Menglan smiled faintly.

"Knife technique?" He Bu was stunned for a moment, he didn't quite understand what era it was now, isn't it good to use a gun to deal with mutant creatures? Why use a knife?

However, he only hesitated for a moment, and immediately nodded vigorously, because he believed in Mr. Lu, and if he couldn't figure it out, he would just choose to believe in the teacher, so why bother.

"Wei Xiaoxing, you go to the school warehouse to get a knife, you want the heaviest one!" Lu Menglan commanded casually.

Wei Xiaoxing hurriedly sighed and ran to the school warehouse.

The school is relatively relaxed in the management of martial arts students, and it is necessary to receive these training equipment, as long as you say hello to the warehouse management and sign it.

After a while, Wei Xiaoxing dragged a ghost-headed knife and came to the training ground.

Seeing that Teacher Lu was going to teach He Bu knife technique, the other students couldn't help but look at this side.

"Have you ever used a knife before?" Lu Menglu asked.

He Bu shook his head, his face dazed.

"Okay! You watched my movements, and watched carefully. Lu Menglu raised his hand, took the ghost head knife from Wei Xiaoxing's hand, and slowly dragged the knife, slashing a half-arc from mid-air.

His movements were slow, slow, and he didn't seem to have anything outstanding, like an old man in the park doing tai chi.

The students present were all confused, and they didn't know why, Wei Xiaoxing couldn't help laughing, and burst out laughing.

"Do you understand?" Lu Menglu asked.

He Bu shook his head and replied honestly, "I don't understand." ”

Lu Menglu threw the ghost head knife in his hand to He Bu, and said with a straight face: "According to what I did just now, swing the knife three thousand times." ”

The students around the "???" were all confused, what kind of operation is this? Isn't this a deliberate rectification?

He Bu took the knife, nodded very seriously, and then began to learn the movements of landing Mengscale, swinging the knife and arcing over and over again.

This little man is obviously a solid eye, and he said that waving his hand is really a knife swing at a glance, and he completed Lu Menglan's actions just now, without any discount.

He waved the knife over and over again, from noon to evening, from evening to late at night, until the playground was empty, and He Bu was still wielding the knife.

The ground under his feet was all soaked with sweat, needless to say, the clothes on his body had already been soaked, and the three thousand knife swings, each knife was completed in strict accordance with Lu Menglan's movements, squeezing out every bit of physical strength in He Bu's body, and the tenacity on his body was also breathtaking.

"He Bu, are you stupid! Teacher Lu has gone back to sleep! Are you still practicing this skill?" In the middle of the night, Wei Xiaoxing came to the playground and saw that He Bu was still practicing knives, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

He Bu ignored him, still slowly swinging his sword, drawing a half-arc in mid-air, his expression was focused, his movements were slow and powerful, each movement was very coherent, and even the force used was very even.

Because he knew that he had to distribute his physical strength equally, otherwise, as long as he was discouraged, he would probably fall to the ground and not be able to complete the practice of three thousand swords.

"Don't practice blindly! The teacher must be amusing you! How can anyone practice knife skills overnight?

100 days of sword practice, 1,000 days of sword practice, and a lifetime of gun training! It's only your first day, and it's still early! Don't play with your life, it's meaningless. Wei Xiaoxing looked at his table mate working so hard and practicing the knife stupidly, and his heart was worried and envious.

At least for himself, there will never be such a time to be stupid, he has been smart and handsome since he was a child, and now he has been admitted to the martial arts, and he also has the ability of an auxiliary mutant, God seems to have paved a golden smooth road for him, and he can get everything that others envy without too much hard work.

However, in fact, Wei Xiaoxing still has a little envy of He Bu in his heart, it is precisely because everything he has is so easy that he can't work as hard as He Bu and feel the mentality when he is so desperate.

Finally, the tip of Hobu's knife pointed diagonally to the ground and did not move.

"Three, three thousand knives, it's done!" muttered a sentence from He Bu's mouth, and then fell on his back, and the whole person passed out because of the loss of strength.

Wei Xiaoxing was startled, and hurriedly hugged He Bu, first confirming that his breathing and pulse were normal, and then he was relieved.

"This is today's portion, feed him and get up tomorrow morning to continue. I don't know when Teacher Lu quietly appeared on the playground track, and while talking, he casually threw a big tonic pill over.

Wei Xiaoxing hurriedly stretched out his hand to catch the pill, thinking that he was scared to death Lao Tzu, Teacher Lu, can you not be so elusive! Lao Tzu was going to be scared out.

Early the next morning, as soon as the sky was dawning, the students of Class 16 had spontaneously gathered on the playground.

They must get up early, otherwise they will not be able to complete the training tasks assigned by the class teacher, Mr. Lu, and they will not be able to get the rewards after the training is completed.

Yesterday, two students withdrew from the day's training because they couldn't persevere, thus missing the opportunity to receive the reward. Others can clearly feel the loss in their hearts, and no one wants to be the next one left behind.

I don't know when there was a big rock on the playground, this granite was more than half a person high, equivalent to the size of two telephone booths across each other, and who knows who went crazy and moved to the playground.

"He Bu, cut this stone for me!" Lu Menglan suddenly appeared on the edge of the playground and said to the students of Class 16.

He Bu was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked at the ghost head knife in his hand, after completing the knife training task last night, he was so sleepy that he slept all night with this knife, and he didn't know how he got back to the dormitory.

"Teacher, let's not joke, okay? Can this stone be split with a knife? Can you try to split it?" Wei Xiaoxing said sourly on the side.

The classmates nodded one after another, because splitting such a large stone with a knife is really beyond their imagination, this game is almost the same as exploding with explosives, and splitting it with a knife will only be crazy to think so!

While everyone was talking, He Bu had already stepped forward with a ghost-headed knife.

"What is he going to do? really want to split a stone with a knife?" someone exclaimed.

He Bu's eyes widened, and he didn't want to think about it, so he shouted directly and slashed at the boulder with a knife.

Bang! The ghost head knife in He Bu's hand slashed fiercely on the stone, making a crisp sound, the blade broke off from the middle, and the tip of the knife flew out more than ten meters away.

The audience was silent, everyone actually wanted to laugh, but they were a little scared, mainly because they were afraid that the head teacher would make a splash.

He Bu obediently practiced the knife all night, and as a result, he practiced such a broken blade? Isn't this a little ironic?