092 It's miserable
Zhang Tong also replaced the sword in his hand with a wooden sword, and his little finger hooked Cheng Huailiang, and Cheng Huailiang screamed and pounced. The first strike is strong, and the second attack suffers, Cheng Huailiang raised his speed to the fastest, and the wooden sword in his hand also slashed at Zhang Yuan.
Zhang Yuan shook his head when he saw Cheng Huailiang's imposing but flawed but quite a lot of charge, stood in place and didn't move, twisted his waist to dodge Cheng Huailiang's slash, and slapped Cheng Huailiang's ass fiercely.
Cheng Huailiang suddenly couldn't control his body and rushed forward, almost a hungry dog grabbed.
Cheng Huailiang rubbed his buttocks and turned to face Zhang Yuan, and continued to pounce, but the result was the same tragedy, and no one had ever left a step.
After being hit twice, Cheng Huailiang knew that this would not work, if it was fast, it would not work, so let's come slowly.
He slowly walked in front of Zhang Yuan and was just about to dance the wooden sword in his hand, pop, the wooden sword in his hand was knocked out by Zhang Yuan, and by the way, he was hit again.
Cheng Huailiang rushed over and picked up the flying wooden sword, and then pounced on Zhang Yuan, he was tricky, no matter what moves he made or not, he didn't believe that he couldn't beat that bastard.
Syllable!
Yes!
Bang Bang Bang!!
Ahh!!hhhh
For half an hour, Cheng Huailiang was ravaged by Zhang Yuan, Zhang Yuan stood in place and didn't move, Cheng Huailiang didn't know how many times he was beaten, and his miserable screams kept screaming, and his whole body seemed to be hurting everywhere.
Cheng Huailiang used a wooden sword and pestle on the ground, kicking his breath loudly, sweat kept flowing, but there were no tears, tears are worthless here, and besides, men don't flick if they have tears.
After kicking for a few minutes, he said loudly to Zhang Yuan: "Do you dare to let me take off the sandbag, let's make a comparison." Zhang Tong shook his shoulders and signaled that it didn't matter.
Cheng Huailiang asked the old cigarette butts to come over to help and help remove the sandbags on his body, his whole body was really painful, and he broke out in a cold sweat when he moved.
When the old cigarette butt and others were helping him get sandbags, he whispered: "Don't be reckless, admit defeat, why bother to ask for hardship?" ”
Cheng Huailiangqiang smiled and nodded to them, indicating that it was okay.
The old cigarette butt they couldn't persuade them, and they all shook their heads helplessly and left his side.
Zhang Tong and the others also looked at Cheng Huailiang from a distance, and they all nodded, it had been half an hour, but I didn't expect this kid to give up yet, he was ruthless, and he was a good seedling.
After the sandbag was removed, Cheng Huailiang suddenly felt as light as a swallow. Moved his hand joints again, and pounced again with the wooden sword.
outcome
Cheng Huailiang's screams were louder and more miserable.
It was another half an hour of ravage, Cheng Huailiang was powerless to continue the attack, lying on the ground and not moving, even if he wanted to, he couldn't even move his fingers.
Zhang Tong actually admires this stupid boy, this tenacity is really strong. He pretended to be forced to stand there for a long time and his feet were numb, and when he saw that Cheng Huailiang couldn't get up, he hurriedly walked a few steps.
walked next to Cheng Huailiang and shouted loudly to the others: "If it was on the battlefield, how many times did you say he died?" Do you think the martial arts skills I taught you are useful? ”
"Yes!" The old cigarette butt and the others shouted loudly, just kidding, Cheng Huailiang is still lying at the feet of that guy, this background picture can be a little strong.
"Okay, from now on, let's start practicing from the basics, 200 splits, 200 stabs, 200 picks, and 200 slashes every day. Watch me do it for you, and then you can practice like this. "Anyway, I slowly did it in front, how to chop and how to stab, etc.
After everyone saw Zhang Yuan's movements, they also began to practice one after another, Zhang Yuan instructed them from time to time next to him, and after correcting them a few times, he still couldn't remember that it was a stick, no matter what he said, this is a reckless man. Don't you know that corporal punishment is wrong? Cheng Huailiang secretly greeted the women of his family.
After Zhang Yuan finished instructing, everyone saw that Cheng Huailiang was still lying there, and rushed over with a kick, asking him to get up immediately, and also follow the contact, doubling the amount of practice, and the sandbag must be tied.
This time, Cheng Huailiang didn't even have the heart to scold his mother.
The sandbag in his hand is like a thousand pounds, so that the basic movements of Cheng Huailiang's practice are always deformed, Zhang Yuan doesn't care about other people, just stares at Cheng Huailiang, and sees that the deformation is a kick or a stick, oh my God, Cheng Huailiang doesn't know how he persevered. Cheng Huailiang, who was particularly afraid of pain, found that he didn't seem to be so afraid of pain, and he was beaten so much in one day, and he was tired no matter how scared he was.
I don't know how long I practiced, Cheng Huailiang fainted.
Zhang Yuan opened Cheng Huailiang's eyelids and found that he was really dizzy, and motioned to the old cigarette butt to put Cheng Huailiang too close to the tent.
The old cigarette butts carried Cheng Huailiang into the tent, helped him untie the sandbag on his body, took off the straw sandals he called, and also helped him take off his clothes and pants.
Zhang Yuan threw a bottle of gold sore medicine and a bottle of medicinal oil to the old cigarette butts, "Poke the running on his foot, put on the gold sore medicine, and he will be fine tomorrow, you can help him push this medicinal oil, and it won't hurt so much tomorrow." With that, he walked out of the tent coolly.
Everyone fiercely raised their middle fingers at the back of Zhang Yuan leaving.