Alan whispered, his heart beating faster.

Freljord listened to Alan's grumbling, did not speak, and shouted to a man next to him: 'Hey, come here and stand still, concentrate your strength in the abdomen!' ’

The man obediently came up to him, dropped his iron sword, and half-crouched like a zama step, his arms clenched into fists hard, and the eight-pack abs on his abdomen glistened in the sunlight.

"Haha, inhale, pay attention!"

As he spoke, Freljord punched the man in the stomach with a circle, and the man took two steps back with a flushed face, then stood up and exhaled a deep breath.

"Haha, Alan, what did you just say?" Freljord twisted his fists and looked at Alan with a smile on his face.

"Hehe, I said that practice, I want to practice early....." Allen grinned and grinned, MMP in his heart, this guy will give himself a dismount when he comes up, really.

"Hahaha, Alan is good, pick up the stick and follow me!" Freeljord laughed, picked up an iron sword from the side and looked at Alan, and after Eren posed, he began to teach on the spot.

"Look forward to Alan, I'll set an example for everyone, that's it, hey!"

He held the sword in both hands, took a big step forward, swung the sword and slashed it, and immediately raised the sword above his head, his body did not shake in the slightest, and it seemed that the lower plate was very stable.

"Is that so? Hey! Alan did the same with the stick, but unfortunately his body seemed to be a little unstable and he almost fell.

"Okay, it's okay, but don't bend your elbows. , the muscles of the shoulders shake, straighten the back! ”

"Yes, is that so?"

Alan felt that the sun above his head was so hot, and his body was already sweating now, so he wiped a handful of sweat and continued to follow him to learn the moves, in order not to be punched, for the plan to escape!

"There! It's too close! Go ahead! Forward! ”

"Go on!"

"Five! Six! Six! Seven! Seven! ……”

Alan shouted as he swung his stick, his eyes glancing to the left, as if Freljord hadn't been paying attention.

"Eight! Nine! Nine! Ten! Ten! ”

So his mouth made a counting sound, his arm didn't turn, he was too tired to do this kind of thing seriously.

The men over there glanced at Allen and didn't say anything..........

"There's a shift there! Such! ..... Perfect! ”

Alan was half practicing, half observing, when Freljord turned his head and saw the lazy Alan, so he came over with a smile.

"Alan, I don't seem to see that in our house, do you miss the whip a little?"

"No, no, I'm sorry!"

Alan cursed in his heart, was discovered, and quickly began to continue practicing seriously.

"Twelve! A baker's dozen! ”

"Are you a pig! Read back the cheat numbers! Freljord looked at Alan viciously and reprimanded.

It's uncomfortable, shiitake mushrooms!

"Eight! Nine! Nine! Ten! Ten! ”

I thought the limit was around thirty times, but as early as seventeen times, my arm became weak and my arm was very weak......

"Well, eighteen, nineteen..."

"Allen, don't shake your arms! It's a little bigger from top to bottom! Hurry up! ”

"Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven......."

"Your arm is shaking! From twenty-five! ”

"What?"

"If you don't persevere, your day won't end today."

Isn't it, if it's not over, do you stay up late? Allen's head is big.

"Twenty-five! Twenty-six! Twenty-seven! Damn"

"Don't close your eyes! Take the sword and close your eyes, and you will die! ”

"Oh, that, Lord Alfred."

"What, don't complain!"

"No, I've noticed it now, my left hand ....."

Although he is right-handed, he is left-handed from today onwards.

"Oh, it's left-handed, so let's change it!"

"Yes, twenty-eight! Twenty-nine! ”

"Alan, start with the numbers."

"Wow, don't say it sooner! One! Two! Two! ”

“............... Twenty! Twenty-one! ”

Sure enough, with his left arm, he was too unaccustomed to it, he couldn't use his strength, and he was tired quickly, so he had to find a way.

"Lord Freljord!"

"What are you doing? Hands are not allowed to rest! ”

"Yes, twenty-three! Twenty-four! What a sweat, twenty-five! Twenty-six! Can I wipe it? ”

"Rub it!"

Alan was secretly happy that the precious rest time had come, so he hurriedly pretended to sweat while wiping the sweat with the cloth clothes, and by the way, took out four pieces of salon grass from the baggage.

Freljord looked at Alan intently, but said nothing, much to Allen's relief.

This is an athlete's bandage, so quickly put the saloon grass on your arm.

"Alan! Don't grind! ”

Damn, forget it, the next time you take a break, you have to take off your shirt, and then there is a break in the toilet, is it a diarrhea? Alan thought in his head as he practiced.

Then he glanced at the fierce Freljord, and then reversed the idea, this man seemed to be very smart, and could see through his little tricks, so it was better not to pretend to be sick, and to wait for a normal rest.

"Fifty-five, fifty-six, ha, Lord Freljord."

"What's wrong again, Alan?"

"Can I drink some water? Because I haven't drunk it since morning. ”

"Okay, with water in a bucket." Freljord gestured to the bucket next to him.

"But, I'm trying, can I use water with everyone?"

"It's okay, this is a practice range, no matter what it is, drink it quickly!"

"That's great, thank you!"

If he was deemed to be lazy, he would be punished, so Alan quickly took a sip of water and returned to his original place.

"Fifty-seven! Fifty-eight! ”

God, it's less than a hundred times, when is this a head, think about it a thousand times, Allen's head is bigger.....

"Alright, take a break!" Just as Alan was about to break down, Freljord finally shouted the slogan of rest.

So he sat down on the ground and gasped for air, and everyone but Freldrod sat down.

"Alan, how are you practicing swords?" Freljord asked, looking at Alan.

"Well, it's the first time I've done it, but it's very ........ for me" Alan sighed, he was still too weak.

"Haha, don't be discouraged, even if it's a woman's arm like you, if you exercise regularly, you can handle it,"

"Thank you." Alan nodded, everyone understands the truth, but it is the truth to be able to persevere.

"Well, how many years of practice can you do on your own?" Alan asked, looking at him.

"Shaking for three years, five years for stereotyping, three years for the shortest, ten years for the long, although it can't be said to be a standalone, but it will also become quite a swordsman."

It's an exciting story.

"However, people who have a quick memory, even if it is a simple movement, can learn to cheer up in a year. You're a little lacking in muscle, so eat meat. Freljord looked at the emaciated Alan and shook his head.

"Okay, I will."

Alan sighed, the meat here is too fishy, the beast smell is too strong, I don't want to eat it, if only there was pepper or something.

"What kind of school is Lord Freljord from?"

"Our family? Of course, our family is Suhada orthodox."

Alan frowned and continued to ask.

"What about the other genres?"

"There are many, earth dragons, water birds, drunken swords, firebirds, whirlwinds, ......"

Hearing the Whirlwind Sword, Alan was a little yearning, he must be very handsome.

"And the Iron Turtle Stream, Captain," a man next to him chimed in.

"Well, yes, there's the Iron Turtle Stream."

Iron Turtle Stream? Does it crawl like a tortoise? How do you hold a sword like this? Do you want a sword on your head?

"Every trait has a quirk. The earth dragon stoms on its feet every time it attacks, and the blow is heavy but the movement is slow. Mizufowl are skill-driven factions that value the appearance of their skills. ”

I see, it's not okay to Saling when fighting with the Earth Dragon Swordsman, and the movement of the feet of the Waterfowl Swordsman may be a weakness, which should be able to attack with water, Alan thought so.

"At this point, the Orthodox have a good sense of balance. It doesn't matter if you knock on the door of other schools of thought after that, most people start with orthodoxy."

Orthodoxy...... Alan complained silently in his heart, he didn't want to remember it, and now he wanted to return to his slave job as soon as possible.

"Well, the break is over!"

To die, Alan himself has had enough, although the purpose of survival is this, but as a child, he can't bear such pain.

He dropped his stick and tried to run, but Freljord stood firmly in front of him and stopped him.

"Where are you going?"

"Well, I want to train my legs."

"Okay, then I'll train your legs."

So next, one runs, the other chases.................

Alan doesn't know how many times he has run, but his flanks really hurt, and it is said that the spleen is an internal organ that stores blood for emergencies, and once it is active, the flanks hurt.