When Luo Qi and Gong Changguang and others were fighting in Jinhong District, it was a coincidence that there was also a battle in the Lengmu District, and it was also between the members of the training class.

In the martial arts training ground in the Lengmu District, a martial arts training platform was almost full of people. And not only that, even in the audience, there are many people, they are all paying attention to the battle on the stage.

It's just that the people in the audience don't look like normal spectators watching the battle. Because the normal audience will also empathize with the wonderful battles on stage.

But no matter what, it's sensory, not physical. But these people in the audience, more or less, have some injuries.

There were even a few people who, because of the injuries in their legs, couldn't even stand, but just sat on the ground and looked up vigorously with their heads up.

But the strange thing is that although they were all injured, there was no trace of pain on their faces, and they were all just concentrating, focusing all their attention on the battle on the stage.

In the same way, the fight on the stage is not a normal battle. Because the people on the stage were divided into two sides, on one side there were more than 20 people standing in a pile, while on the other side, there was only one person standing alone.

The lone man had a resolute face, bare hands, and a strong body, although he didn't show anything, but looking at the tight training clothes, he knew how the muscles were inside.

And although this person was unarmed, the group of training squad members gathered on the opposite side were all vigilant, as if they were facing a great enemy.

"Who else do you want to go up?" said the man. And listening to his tone, the wind was calm, as if he didn't regard these people on the other side as a threat at all, and he didn't panic at all.

"That's... Changtou, I'm coming!"

Naturally, the people over there couldn't be as calm as him. One of the men standing at the front of him swallowed and said with difficulty.

As soon as he finished speaking, he took the lead in rushing towards what he called Changtou, that is, the lone man. In this process, this man's legs continued to gather true qi, and he was obviously also a person who cultivated the leg method.

Because of this, his speed was very fast, but in the blink of an eye, he came to the head of the man.

He also successfully performed his leg technique, and his right leg shot violently, pumping towards the sturdy man, and his true qi broke through the air and whirred.

The leg method that this person cultivates is the middle grade of the Yellow Order. At this time, the power of this blow he used was not small.

However, in front of the sturdy man, he did not achieve anything, and could not even hurt him a little.

In the middle of that, he stretched out his right hand, and his true qi instantly surrounded him. Although the leg of the person in front of him is fast, his shot is still faster.

Before he could hit him in the right leg, his hand caught it, and it was firmly in front of his chest.

With a bang, the explosion of true qi came from the place where the hands and legs of the two of them intersected, driving the air turbulence and encouraging the clothes of the two to fly.

The man who made the leg method couldn't perform the leg method at the moment, because his leg was grabbed by the strong man's hand, as if it was caught by pliers, and he couldn't pull it out at all.

His face was very embarrassed. In the end, it was the sturdy man who grabbed him by the leg and threw him off the stage with a flick of his hand.

"What do you think is lacking?" said the sturdy man, looking down at the man he had thrown off the stage.

The man's face was a little embarrassed, but he still nodded back at the Chang head in his mouth, "When you get out of your legs, the speed is not fast enough." Moreover, there are some problems with the angle. Thank you for the sparring partner. ”

"Okay. You should practice more of these things in the future. Hearing the man's response, the sturdy man nodded as well, and then ignored him.

He once again looked at the many training class members opposite, and said, "Who's next?"

The man who was thrown off the stage by him didn't feel anything wrong, and naturally got up and joined the people watching the battle on the stage.

And in the process, he didn't show any frustration of defeat, and even talked and laughed with others. It's a little weird.

"I'm coming!" On the side of a kind of training class member on the stage, another person stood up.

Everything went so smoothly that they were all used to it. The man, like the man before him, rushed towards the sturdy man.

But at that moment, a voice came from outside the arena, "Okay, let's stop for now." ”

All the people present, including the sturdy man, searched for prestige, and saw a bald-headed strong man walking this way.

Everyone bent down towards him, saluted respectfully, and said, "Deacon." ”

"Okay, don't be polite. The bald man said in an easy-going manner, and then he looked at the sturdy man and said with a smile, "Chang Ming, are you doing sparring again? ”

The bald deacon is also true, the sturdy man, that is, Chang Ming, has been fighting against the other training class members. One by one, they came up.

But Chang Ming didn't stop. In the face of such a wheel battle, Chang Ming didn't know how much True Qi to consume.

And before the bald deacon came, there were already nearly twenty people in the audience. This means that Chang Ming has fought against each other for nearly twenty battles, which is really not an easy task.

However, Chang Ming shook his head and said, "No need. And doing sparring for other people is also a workout for me. ”

In this way, the bald deacon didn't know how to persuade him, and he said helplessly, "It's really... I don't even know what to say to you. Although he is a leader, he patronizes his cultivation on weekdays, delaying the work of many leaders. It's just because of his obsession with cultivation, in order to train himself, he works as a sparring partner for other training class members. The result was a crooked hit. Although I didn't do any serious work, I also raised their level, which is in line with the purpose of the work I was supposed to do. ”

The bald deacon said so much, but Chang Ming didn't listen much, or he wasn't interested in listening to it at all.

"What is the deacon here for?" Chang Ming asked directly.

"That's right, in three days, we will organize some training team members to go to a newly discovered secret realm to harvest resources. In terms of candidates......" said the bald deacon.

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Chang Ming, "I'm not going, you can find some people yourself." ”

"Hey, why, don't you know, this secret realm is very good, and the resources in it are quite abundant......," the bald deacon said stunned.

"So what, it's a waste of time and affects my cultivation. Chang Ming still refused with a firm attitude.

He then even twisted his head away, regardless of whether the bald deacon would think his attitude was disrespectful.

"Where's the guy who was going to try his hand with me? He shouted to the training class members on the other side of the stage.

"It's me, I'm coming!" replied the man who answered before and was about to make a move.

Then, the others didn't care about the bald deacon anymore, and returned to the way he had been when he hadn't come.

The people on stage fight, and the people off the stage watch. No one looked at the deacon.