"I'm tired, I'm going to rest! I'm too lazy to bird you, there is a kind of you going to practice with Ah Xiang!" Bai Zhantang glanced at Bengal and said.

Bengal glanced at Lin Xiang, looked at him showing a mouthful of snow-white teeth, with a faint smile on his face, and suddenly shrank his neck, as if he saw the devil's smile, and said brightly: "I won't go to find abuse!"

After laughing for a while, the four of them gradually began to rest.

It was night, the moon and stars were scarce, and a bright moon hung high in the desert, illuminating the camp tent all around.

Lin Xiang's sleep has always been very shallow, although he carried out weight-bearing endurance running today, this kind of high-intensity exercise, but Lin Xiang's consumption is not too large.

He leaned against the head of the iron-framed bed, squinting and closing his eyes.

I don't know when, maybe in the Warcraft Forest, facing danger all the time, Lin Xiang sleeps, basically he doesn't sleep too hard.

Whenever there is any trouble, he will open his eyes as soon as possible.

It is his extraordinary vigilance that has allowed him to avoid potential crises again and again.

"Squeak~"

A shrill whistle woke up the four men in the tent.

Bengal, in particular, who was tall and tall, sat up suddenly, put his head on the bed board of the upper bunk, and made a loud "bang".

"Ouch, my head, hurry, assemble!" roared Bengal, and rushed out of the tent.

Bai Zhantang got up while getting dressed, and the speed of his hands was also fast.

His hand speed, Lin Xiang was stunned for a moment, could he also be a "gourd baby"?

Lin Xiang sat up from the bed, picked up the phantom body method under his feet, and quickly rushed to the team outside the camp tent.

"59, 60!" the female instructor pinched her watch, looked at the neat line standing in front of her, and nodded.

"Yes, everyone's alertness, it's good, and I hope you can keep it up.

In the future, I will continue to conduct training camps from time to time, and I hope you can continue to maintain this state.

Okay, now that everyone is out, let's start the second training: breath-holding training!" After the female instructor finished speaking, she asked her assistant to bring out buckets of water and put them in front of everyone.

"Underwater combat is something we often encounter when we are on a mission.

Because this is a desert and the conditions are limited, we start with the most basic apnea.

The limit of a person's breathlessness in the water is eleven and a half minutes, and I don't have high requirements for everyone, so I hold my breath for ten minutes in the first training.

If you reach the standard, you will go back to sleep, and if you don't reach the standard, you will continue to practice until you reach the standard.

Oh, by the way, that one named Lin Xiang, your standard is fifteen minutes. The female instructor gave the order lightly.

"I'll go, why is my brother five minutes longer than others.

This female tyrannosaurus rex won't still hold a grudge! Looking at her age, it won't be menopause, and there will be some endocrine disorders!" Lin Xiang speculated maliciously.

A few of them in Bangladesh looked at Lin Xiang with a helpless look, as if to say: "Brother, hold on, we support you spiritually! Come on, you are the fattest!"

To be honest, Lin Xiang really hadn't tried this kind of training of holding his breath, and he hadn't personally participated in underwater combat.

Lin Xiang walked in front of his bucket, looked at the essentials of the other students on the left and right to hold their breath, and quickly began to try to hold their breath for the first time.

He took a deep breath, then closed his eyes and slowly lowered his head into the bucket.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes。。。。。。 At six minutes, Lin Xiang felt a lack of oxygen in his brain, and his scalp was numb.

Uncomfortable, uncomfortable, very uncomfortable, he jerked his head up and breathed heavily.

Lin Xiang looked up and looked around, and found that everyone was constantly inhaling, holding their breath, holding their faces and necks.

No, no, there must be some skill that I didn't master.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to do it in ten minutes, let alone fifteen minutes.

Looking at the playful gaze of the female instructor, Lin Xiang felt that his self-esteem had been hit.

Lin Xiang involuntarily put away his previous cynical attitude and began to take this training camp seriously.

The heartbeat of ordinary people is generally 70-80 beats per minute, the heartbeat of athletes is generally 40-50 beats per minute, and Lin Xiang's heartbeat as a martial artist is almost 30 beats per minute.

He took a deep breath, and the oxygen that could supply his heart for six to seven minutes was already the limit.

Therefore, to prolong the duration of breath-holding, it is necessary to start with both inhalation and heartbeat control.

Lin Xiang adjusted his mood, took a deep breath again, let himself enter a state of emptiness, and then gradually slowed down the frequency of his heartbeat.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes。。。。。。 Twelve minutes, Lin Xiang felt that he couldn't control his heartbeat, his heartbeat increased rapidly, and he threw his head out of the water suddenly.

Twelve minutes, nearly twice as long as before, but still not up to the mark, do it again.

One-two-three-four, two-two-three-four, change positions, do it again, ahh

This time, it's still twelve minutes, is his limit twelve minutes?

No, no, no, Lin Xiang couldn't accept the result of this failure.

He took another deep breath and slammed his head into the bucket, for a minute, two minutes。。。。。。 Twelve minutes!

It's still twelve minutes, and these twelve minutes are like a spell.

No, no, there must be other skills, it must be able to reach fifteen minutes, it's just that Lin Xiang didn't find this.

Just when Lin Xiang was secretly depressed, a thought flashed through his mind.

This time, he calmly took a deep breath and slowly lowered his head into the water.

Time flies, a minute。。。。。。 Ten minutes 。。。。。。 Twenty minutes。。。。。。 Thirty minutes, a full thirty minutes, Lin Xiang felt a little uncomfortable.

He lifted his head out of the water, touched the water on his face, clenched his fists, pressed down hard, yes, he did, and doubled the time.

How did he do it? It turned out that he thought of a very good kind of martial arts called fetal breath gong, which is a kind of mastery that imitates the baby's breathing in the mother's womb.

Lin Xiang has not learned this mastery, but he knows the principle of this mastery, one law, ten thousand laws.

Although he can't breathe without the help of air, it is not a problem to hold his breath.

It turned out that Lin Xiang thought of holding his breath in the water, and then activated the Yuan Force in his body, breathing from the outside to breathing inside.

While the skin absorbs the vitality of heaven and earth, it also inhales air into the body to supply the consumption in the body, which greatly prolongs the time that Lin Xiang holds his breath.

The method is not right, and the effort is in vain. Lin Xiang found the right way to hold his breath, so he was able to get twice the result with half the effort, meet the standard or even exceed the standard.

Lin Xiang smiled defiantly at the female instructor, and then looked at the Bangladeshi few of them.