Wu Xiaoyu coughed, interrupted everyone's reverie, and said: "This tuna is an internal exercise, just like the Tai Chi you often hear about!"

"But Tai Chi has no actual combat value at all? Didn't any Tai Chi Grandmaster be knocked down by others with one punch?" someone questioned.

When Wu Xiaoyu heard this, he couldn't help but burst out laughing, Tai Chi Sect Master, even if he sealed it himself, right?

There are few people in this world who really understand the true meaning of Taijiquan, but there are a lot of clowns who jump off the beam and stand up to call themselves grandmasters, which is really ridiculous!

"The Tai Chi Grandmasters you are talking about are all liars who only learn their forms and not their gods, and what they practice is not Tai Chi!" Wu Xiaoyu said bluntly.

Although everyone didn't understand what the so-called 'form' was and what the 'god' was, no one dared to ask questions anymore, and listened to Wu Xiaoyu's explanation honestly one by one.

However, Wu Xiaoyu was not ready to talk to them anymore, after all, the "Yin and Yang Longevity Formula" she learned had nothing to do with the inner family exercises.

He was just going to teach these warriors the simple technique of breathing in the first part of the "Yin Yang Longevity Formula".

Wu Xiaoyu said: "I won't tell you much about this inner family exercise, let me talk about the method of spitting!"

His words made the people who were full of interest a little disappointed, after all, this kind of thing is too bizarre, and it only exists in legends and networks.

Wu Xiaoyu ignored them and continued to speak: "First take a breath of fresh air deep into the abdomen, then pour it into the dantian, and then enter the human body through the dantian to defend the whole body. ”

When everyone heard this, they hurriedly began to do what he said, but as soon as they took a breath, they all stopped again.

"Instructor, where is this dantian?" asked a soldier.

Wu Xiaoyu saw that most of them didn't know the exact location of the dantian, so he smiled bitterly and said, "The dantian is at the three fingers below the umbilicus, you all try it first!"

After saying that, he turned around again and smiled at Fan Biao, who was practicing Tuna, "This Tuna's technique is what I said about the method of improving combat power." ”

"However, this technique of vomiting is about perseverance, and it can't be achieved overnight!"

When Fan Biao heard this, he hurriedly stopped spitting, stepped forward to pat Wu Xiaoyu's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Don't worry!

Big brother, you're too familiar, aren't you? Didn't you still resist me before?

Wu Xiaoyu glanced at his mouth and complained: "Now that I have taught you something, you have become so shy, if I teach you some practical things in the future, do you want to behead the chicken with me?"

Fan Biao has always been a pragmatist, as long as he can improve the combat power of the BU team, as long as he can become stronger, he can do whatever he wants.

Now that he learned that Wu Xiaoyu was 'full of treasures', he naturally didn't care about his ridicule, and said with a smile: "Why don't we worship now?"

The art of breathing is a matter of perseverance and accumulation, and it is not a day's work to rely on the technique of breathing to improve the five senses.

After practicing for a while, these warriors found that there was no use for birds, and they couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, this so-called inner family exercise, but it was much more boring than the acupuncture point technique.

Wu Xiaoyu saw that they had given up practicing the art of tuning, and then looked for death holes in the bodies of his comrades-in-arms, lest they give up completely, so he encouraged:

"Don't underestimate this art of spitting, as long as you can practice it for a long time, you can not only improve your five senses, but also prolong your life!"

The people who dared to come to the special combat team were all fierce people, and they had already put life and death out of the way, so this longevity was not attractive to them.

Wu Xiaoyu saw that they were pretending, and turned to the study of acupuncture points again, so she had to say to Fan Biao: "I hope that after you go back, you can give them an order to practice sooner or later!"

Although Fan Biao was more or less suspicious of this soft and slow spitting technique, seeing that Wu Xiaoyu was so solemn, he also took it to heart.

After all, when he first introduced the acupuncture points, everyone didn't believe it, thinking that he was opening his mouth, who knew that this technique of vomiting, really not?

The soldiers of the second squadron studied the acupuncture points again and began to fight in pairs.

When they practiced their past fighting moves again, they found that there were many moves, all of which were hit on the opponent's death hole, and they couldn't help but admire Wu Xiaoyu more and more.

If it weren't for him to explain the acupuncture points to everyone, everyone would still know what this fighting action is, and it would be difficult to kill it with one blow.

Now that I have learned the knowledge of acupuncture points, I have a clear understanding of the position of the 36 dead points of the human body, and then I go to fight with the enemy, but it is like a cow.

When the fighters of the No. 2 Squadron were immersed in combat training and could not extricate themselves, the sun had set in the west, and the sun was shining, setting off this barren mountain with extraordinary vividness.

The deputy squadron looked at the table below, walked up to Fan Biao, and said, "Squadron leader, it's already six o'clock, are we going to bring it back?"

Fan Biao, who was observing the training of the soldiers, also looked at the table when he heard the words, and then shouted loudly: "The second squadron has all the teams, assemble-"

At the sound of the order, all the soldiers immediately tensed their nerves, quickly assembled, and only then did they open their mouths slightly, panting frantically, and calming themselves down.

Fan Biao summed up today's training in a cliché and led the team back. When Team BU passed by the restaurant, they did not turn around, but walked directly to the gate.

Seeing this, Wu Xiaoyu couldn't help but ask the deputy squadron leader who was following behind, "Aren't we still eating? Why can't we have a restaurant?"

The deputy squadron grinned and said with a joke: "Don't you dislike the unpalatable food in other people's restaurants? The squadron commander may feel sorry for you and decide to go back to the camp to eat again!"

Big brother, please make it clear, the friendship between me and Fan Zhong is pure, you can't open your mind!

Wu Xiaoyu naturally wouldn't believe that Fan Biao didn't eat at the base for himself, but he didn't want to ask again.

Team Bu walked to the gate of the base/ground, but Wu Xiaoyu found that the car that sent them in the morning was gone, which shows that these soldiers are safe, and he can't keep asking questions, it seems too uninformed.

After waiting for more than 10 minutes, I saw two more buses drive in, and the buses were full of soldiers.

"Why are there still people coming at night?" Wu Xiaoyu saw the soldiers in the car, rushing out, and couldn't hold back any longer, and asked a second lieutenant beside him.

After a day of contact, the second lieutenant learned a lot of useful things from Wu Xiaoyu, and he was very polite to him, and said with a smile: "They are here for night training!"

"They are here for night training!" was an extremely plain sentence, but it made Wu Xiaoyu feel a lot.

Ordinary people who are tired after a long day will be idle in the evening, and they can do what they like, drinking, partying, playing cards.

But these soldiers, even at night, could not rest, and had to undergo harsh, even cruel training, which was really ......

"Instructor Zhang, get in the car!" Wu Xiaoyu was feeling when a soldier next to him patted him on the shoulder and said with a grin.

Wu Xiaoyu restrained his softness, followed behind these soldiers, and got on the bus! Unlike when he came, as soon as he entered the car, the soldiers got up one after another and gave him their seats.

(End of chapter)