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In the barracks of a group of adult men, such a cute little boy suddenly appeared, which aroused the sympathy of many rough old men.

"Brother Xu, I think forget it, this kid can be trained in the military camp, and he can be regarded as an eggless, our human race lacks this kind of child!"

"Yes, Xu Yingxiao, just punish him for running two more laps a day. Half-grown boy, it's time to grow your body, so don't withhold food. ”

"Look at this child, how pitiful, reminds me of my son, alas......"

Many people helped Zhang Jing'an intercede, and Zhang Jing'an's heart was warm.

"In the barracks, the order is forbidden, without exception! Shut your stinky mouths, go back and boil your body! Fang just pleaded, after dinner, run twenty laps quickly, and it won't be doubled tomorrow!" Xu Cang was unceremoniously, just glanced at Fang Yun inadvertently before speaking.

Everyone sighed, gradually dispersed, and continued to boil their bodies.

Zhang Jing'an's face was blue and black, and he endured his anger and grievances, climbed the first stake, and continued to jump.

After ten breaths, he heard a loud scream, Zhang Jing'an fell to the ground because of distraction, this time he was prepared, but he just fell off the stake and was not injured.

"Go on! Don't be lazy there! I'll go practice the stone lock!" Fang Yun said coldly and left.

"Yes, Chief Zhang!" Zhang Jing'an replied loudly, his voice full of anger.

Fang Yun walked to the place where he practiced the stone lock, the stone lock was small and large, the minimum was ten catties, and the maximum was more than five hundred catties, but generally no one used it for more than two hundred catties, not because it couldn't be held, but it was too hurtful and not suitable for long-term practice.

The premise of boiling the body is that the body will not be damaged in an unrecoverable way.

Nourished by vitality. The people in the literary world are the same as the people in the Shengyuan Continent, they are relatively strong, but in the absence of Zhuang Xing poems, only a very small number of soldiers can dance the stone lock of more than two hundred catties.

Some of the people who practiced the stone lock slowed down and looked at Fang Yun who came over, and a few of them even put down the stone lock.

Suddenly, someone sneered: "Isn't this the famous Reverse Seed Hanlin? Why, to spy on the Terran military?"

"How many people have died because of you rebels?" a man with a big waist tried to rush over, but was stopped by the other soldiers.

Fang Yun didn't hear it, walked to the two five-hundred-pound stone locks, and picked up one in each hand. Then I began to practice stone locks, forward throws, reverse throws, back throws, hand throws, finger throws, shoulder throws and other techniques.

Fang Yun had seen these techniques for practicing stone locks from books, and he had only practiced them occasionally before, and he had not practiced them for a long time, so he was a little rusty.

Everyone watched the huge stone lock being thrown by Fang Yun, flying in the air as if alive, whirring in the wind, all of them were dumbfounded, and the person who wanted to fight Fang Yun before only felt that his legs were weak.

"No wonder his name is Zhang Longxiang. It turned out to be an innate divine power!"

"I've heard before that this person is indeed bigger than others, but I didn't expect it to be so big. After ten years in prison, he can still play with 500 catties of stone locks, amazing!"

"It's a pity. He's a rebel!"

Since he was released by the King of Chu, he must not be a rebel. ”

"Why is he imprisoned for ten years if he is not a reverse seed? He is not a reverse seed, what about his father?"

No matter what those people said, Fang Yun turned a deaf ear. Concentrate on the body.

At first, Fang Yun didn't feel anything, but as he practiced, he found that his whole body was comfortable. Under the pressure of such a heavy stone lock, the body gets an excellent workout. Although people are not as good as demons, the stronger their bodies, the more useful they are in battle, and even if this enhancement is only one or two percent, it may save lives at critical times.

In the process of practicing the stone lock, Fang Yun not only devoted himself to reading in the world of strange books, but also occasionally glanced at Zhang Jing'an.

Zhang Jing'an became more and more miserable, constantly falling from the stake, and even hit the stake a few times, with many bruises and swellings all over his body, but he always gritted his teeth and insisted.

In less than a quarter of an hour, because the wound was too large, he was finally given gold creation medicine by the military doctor and bandaged the wound with gauze.

After bandaging, Zhang Jing'an continued to walk the plum blossom pile.

Fang Yun looked at Zhang Jing'an's back and smiled.

The plum pile looks easy, but in fact it is far more difficult than the stone lock or other methods, because the stone lock can be increased one by one from light to heavy, and the plum pile not only requires a high level of skill and experience, but also requires a strong body.

Zhang Jing'an is just a child no matter what, no matter how big his steps are, he is limited, and the plum blossom pile is definitely the most difficult way for him to boil his body.

Not long after, the gong sounded, and everyone in the three battalions gathered together, even Fang Yun and Zhang Jing'an were no exception.

Fang Yun and Zhang Jing'an were both ordinary pikemen, each holding a large gun, standing in a row with other spearmen, practicing spear techniques together under the command of the captain.

Fang Yun has already practiced and is handy, not only that, but he can also touch the class when practicing, which will help to talk about the sword.

But for Zhang Jing'an, a spear twice as tall as him was simply his nightmare, his hands were too small, his strength was too small, and his skin was too tender to adapt to the heavy spear, and his hands were quickly sharpened red, but he had no choice but to practice hard.

After a while, Zhang Jing'an's whole body was soaked with sweat, his hands were numb, and he waved his spear awkwardly, which was very uncoordinated and extremely eye-catching in the whole team.

After everyone practiced the gun dozens of times, the captain of the show praised him: "Zhang Longxiang's spear skills are a model for the team, everyone should learn from them, as for Zhang Jing'an, he needs to hone more." ”

Zhang Jing'an lowered his head in shame, he desperately wanted to behave well, but he was too tired, his steps were vain, he was sweating, his whole body was weak, and the spear fell off his hand many times and was reprimanded.

However, Zhang Jingan endured it and did not cry.

After practicing marksmanship, each team began to practice the military formation, commanded by the battalion school Xu Cang, or playing flags, or using drums, or tongues blooming spring thunder, or secretly transmitting sounds, so that the soldiers changed formations, charged back, scattered and gathered, and so on.

For Fang Yun, this is still a piece of cake, even if there are places that have not been learned, they can be judged instantly based on the movements of the soldiers around them, and even react faster than many slower soldiers.

For Zhang Jing'an, the military formation drill was an even greater nightmare, because he didn't understand anything at all, others went forward and he was backward, others were left and he was right, he was either knocked into the air or thrown off, most of the time, he was chasing the large army alone.

He gritted his teeth and endured it, but when he saw the cold eyes of Fang Yun and Xu Cang, he finally couldn't help it, tears rolled down, and his eyes were hazy.

"Woo......" Zhang Jing'an cried while carrying a spear with his two heights, running around the team.

At this moment, Zhang Jing'an is helpless like a puppy chased by a lion.

Except for Zhang Jing'an, the team of five hundred people was in good order, and no one changed for Zhang Jing'an, and even if Zhang Jing'an was knocked down, no one helped him up.

This is the barracks.

At the last moment, Zhang Jing'an finally couldn't support it anymore and sat down on the ground, not even having the strength to stand up.

The dust and tears of the school yard mixed together, turning Zhang Jing'an into a little flower face.

He sat on the ground blankly, watching the five hundred elite soldiers continue to advance and retreat, move sideways, and change formations, and his heart was envious and ashamed.

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better!] (To be continued.) )