The range of this plum blossom pile, about 100 meters in diameter, the circumference is more than 300 meters, around this plum blossom array to run five laps, about more than 1,500 meters, in normal times, running a 1,500 meters may not be a problem, but now, Zhengji's back has four more hemp bags, adding up to almost 200 catties, in the eyes of others, after running these five laps, I am afraid that there will not be much gas left. Fastest updates

"Tsk, this newcomer, how did he offend the martial arts instructor, four bags of weight, I thought that we were only two bags at the beginning, and I was so tired that I was about to lie down, and the instructor even added two bags to him," the rest of the training monks on the side caught the situation here after resting, and looked at the figure who was almost submerged in the sack in surprise.

"How many laps can you hold on?" or would you like to gamble?" said one of the bars, there were not many entertainment on the island, and the occasional gamble might be the best way for them to relax.

"How many laps are there, I see, it's good that he can complete this lap!"

"I'm betting he'll walk two laps"

"Then I'll bet a round and a half"

Several warrior monks huddled together, looking at Masaki and muttering to me.

Jiewu obviously also heard the words of a few warrior monks, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously showed a smile, but his face suddenly became a board, three or two steps over, one kick on their buttocks, "A group of cowards! Why don't you get out of here for me to train? Want to eat Lao Tzu's whip? Add two bags to each person and run along! He runs as far as he goes!" Jiewu pointed to the sandbags on the ground and yelled at several people.

Several warrior monks showed a look of bitterness and grief on their faces, looking at the martial arts pitifully, and with a little resentment at the political discipline humming not far away, if it weren't for him, he wouldn't have led a few of his own people to watch the excitement, although the face was unwilling, but no one refuted it out loud, they knew that if anyone talked more or questioned the decision to quit martial arts, the consequences would not be as simple as adding two bags of sandbags.

One by one, they squatted down honestly, helped each other carry the four sacks on their backs, gritted their teeth, and chased towards the figure of Zhengji.

After all, it is a long-trained warrior monk, and his physical fitness is indeed quite good, and several people, carrying four sacks on their backs, are almost running towards the back of Zhengji, and they are almost on par with Zhengji in less than ten seconds.

Masaki, who had slowly mastered the rhythm and balance, subconsciously let go of the way and let them pass, however, to his surprise, several warrior monks followed him step by step, and no one overtook him.

Just kidding, I didn't hear about the martial arts, how far did Zhengji run, how far did they follow? If Zhengji fell after taking a few steps, wouldn't they lose a lot, a few people snorted and gritted their teeth and looked at Zhengji, there is a way that has nothing to do with themselves, and now they and Zhengji have become grasshoppers on a rope, but the mentality is different from just now when they watched the excitement, and none of them mentioned the matter of betting, and they all looked forward to the best next step of Zhengji, and they couldn't hold it.

How did Masaki know what they were thinking, but he just felt a few spicy malicious glances on his back, and he didn't care, he buried his head and walked slowly and briskly at his own pace, no one noticed that his pace at the moment was already much faster than just now.

No one knows, Zhengji actually doesn't have much pressure, four bags of 200 pounds of weight, if you change to an ordinary person, maybe the first training will be difficult, but Zhengji, how can it be an ordinary person, and regardless of the unintentional increase in the body of the writing wheel, it is the ** body that has been transformed by the virus that has been blessed by a few days ago, which is enough for him to calmly face any sports that exceed the limits of human beings in the eyes of ordinary people.

In a circle, Jiewu's eyes narrowed slightly when he looked at Zhengji's back, although the expression on his face remained unchanged, he was a little surprised in his heart, to be honest, he didn't expect Zhengji to go far with four bags of sandbags on his back, but he didn't expect that this son turned out to be a person with a lot of perseverance, and he really insisted on a circle.

"Damn, this one, it can really hold up, it's all in a circle,"

"It's gone, it's gone, it's still walking,"

Complaining and talking in a low voice, the few warrior monks who followed behind Zhengji, their breathing was already faintly short, and they no longer saw the ease and freehand at the beginning, but even so, they were able to carry more than two hundred pounds of weight on their backs and walk more than three hundred meters.

Two laps, Jiewu's eyes have become a little serious at this moment, Zhengji's endurance is really beyond his expectations, just these two laps, this young man's physical strength, I am afraid that it has surpassed most people who don't exercise much.

"Huhu, huhu, senior brother, something is wrong, why is this thing still insisting, and the speed is not quite right", one of the several warrior monks behind Masaki looked relatively old, shortness of breath, his face became red, a trace of sweat appeared on his forehead, panting for breath to the humanity around him, looking at the persistent figure in front of him, with a little surprise and surprise in his eyes, obviously the impression that Masaki gave him was completely unrelated to his performance at the moment.

"Don't talk! Keep up!" The warrior monk next to him, whom he called his senior brother, had a more serious look between his eyebrows, although it was only two circles, it was not a problem for them to come, but in these two circles, after his careful observation of Zhengji, he suddenly found a detail that surprised him slightly, that is, the pace! Of course, everyone can find the acceleration of speed, but more detailed, he found that the muscles of Zhengji's legs and the reflex of his knees did not seem to have the slightest fatigue shaking reaction, but became more and more stable! Moreover, the rhythm of his breathing has surprisingly hardly changed drastically! This is almost impossible for a newcomer who has just joined the training! You must know that the first time, he only lasted more than three laps, and in the second lap, he almost walked down slowly!

This scene of the martial arts arena has been noticed by more and more people, and it is difficult not to attract attention, a newcomer dressed in clothes that is obviously not a warrior monk, actually carrying four bags of weight, running in front, and behind him, there are five or six warrior monks who are following step by step, and unconsciously, the crowd of onlookers gradually increased.

"Hey, Senior Brother Yuanyi, what are they doing, how are they training behind a stranger?" one of the onlookers looked at him curiously.

"I don't know, but this newcomer is quite capable of running, I didn't see it, I can't even catch up with Senior Brother Yuanyi", one of the young monks who didn't understand the reason sighed.

"Poof", word by word, captured by Yuanyi's keen hearing, he almost didn't come up in a breath, his face became red, he looked at the political discipline in front of him, and then looked at a few senior brothers around him, gritted his teeth, the abacus of his own people, was actually regarded by them as inferior to others, he was a veteran monk of Zen Temple, and he was misunderstood as no more than a newcomer, how could he bear it, he almost didn't think about it, he left the previous total behind.

"Damn, it's okay, it's too embarrassing, senior brother, let's be super!" a voice also sounded.

In the next second, several people who followed behind Zhengji walked quickly and chased after Zhengji's figure.

Masaki felt a gust of wind blowing around him, "Boom", several figures slammed past him, and suddenly he felt a thrust around him, and his body couldn't help stumbling slightly, but fortunately he was quickly adjusted by his keen nervous reaction, he raised his head in surprise, but saw a very strong man among the several warrior monks who surpassed him raised an international middle finger towards him, with a look of contempt on his face, glanced at him and walked away.

Masaki looked at the figure in front of him inexplicably, and he didn't understand what they were doing, just now he was grinding behind him, but now he is taking the lead in surpassing, could it be that he is showing his superiority? After thinking about it, he didn't care about these details, not allowed, just like ridiculing newcomers in the army, there is also this unique style and fetish here.

"Look, Senior Brother Yuanyi, they even bully a newcomer, tsk," a voice in the crowd of onlookers drifted into Yuanyi's ears, making his figure shake just now and almost vomit blood in anger.

"Three laps, the newcomers behind should have reached the limit!" Yuan, who was thinking like this, looked back, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, Zhengji still followed closely, and the steps were almost the same as them!

"Four circles, he must not be able to do it now, he must have been lying on the ground now!" Yuan turned back again and again, but his heart jumped, and the figure still followed!

He gritted his teeth, since that's the case, let's do it again!

The sun hung high in the air, shining brightly on everyone's body, with a warm sea breeze, extremely comfortable, however, all this could not be enjoyed by a few people running around the plum blossom pile on the beach, sweat, down their cheeks, one by one fell in the sand, each breath with the humid air but not the slightest soaking in the burning lungs.

Five laps! It's been five laps, Yuanyi's face has a large bead of sweat, and his dark cheeks have slid down the wind and sun for many years, leaving white salt marks, he breathes heavily, at this moment, not only him, but also several senior brothers around him, the situation is not much different from him, even if they are fully trained, they have run so far with a weight of two hundred catties, and they are a little unbearable.

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