"Iron hoop?" Mars looked puzzled and said,

"I don't have a hoop on me!"

"It's not you, it's on your arm, it's something that adds weight, I want to take a look!" John said lightly, his expression calm and indifferent, completely like the two of them before. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Mars raised an eyebrow, he didn't like the way John was now, and the Templars were upset by his seemingly respectful but tough attitude.

However, it was infuriating that due to the terms of the contract, he could not refuse John's reasonable request until the last resort.

The wide sleeves are lifted high to reveal sleek muscular arms and a sleekly black protector.

Mars untied the noose from the top of the gear, took off the cylindrical mass, and threw it in front of John.

Poof!

The black armor slammed into the ground and sank into the dirt in an instant.

"This thing doesn't look light!"

John muttered to himself in surprise, stretched out and grabbed the upper edge of the protective gear, but didn't lift it up with a little force,

A hint of embarrassment appeared on his face, John's face was slightly red, his arm muscles tensed, and it took all his strength to get the black armor out of the dirt.

This stuff is so heavy!

John estimated, to say the least, forty pounds, and thinking about Mars's previous attitude of not caring about it, Rao couldn't help but feel a little depressed with John's will.

With an extra forty pounds of weight on his arm, he was able to demonstrate the method of forging his body in its entirety without changing his face, and he had to admit that the strength of the Templars was too much beyond ordinary people.

John carefully peeled off the leather on the outer layer of the protective gear, revealing the metal markings formed by the overlapping gray and dark yellow, and pressed his fingers on it, a slippery and somewhat tough touch came from his fingertips, and in an instant, he understood,

"It turns out that gold and silver are doped with each other to form a mixed metal, no wonder the volume is so small, but the mass is so large."

However, such a large piece of gold and silver was used to make protective gear, and the Templars' thinking was indeed beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

John shook his head, returned the protective gear to Mars, found a spacious sunny place, and groped for cultivation according to the memories in his mind.

After being instilled by Zero's memory, he has a considerable degree of understanding of this method of forging the body, and the rhythm of breathing and the frequency of body swings are also well memorized, but the understanding of the brain does not mean that the body accepts it.

It takes a process, and what John has to do is shorten the process, get the body familiar with this method as soon as possible, and then make a judgment to see if it has unimaginable magical effects as the legend says.

Time waits for no one, and he can't afford to wait.

According to Renault's news, Blake and his party have reached the outskirts of the northern forest, and if nothing else, they will be able to return to the manor tomorrow morning.

That's when the trouble really began.

John frowned, banished the distractions in his mind, and focused his whole body and mind on this set of "radio gymnastics" that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

The early autumn sunlight sprinkles on people's bodies, like countless warm little hands caressing back and forth on the skin, a little itchy, making people drowsy.

But Mars didn't feel this rare comfort at all, he stared at the white-clothed young man who was practicing in the sun, his eyes were full of shock and disbelief.

The movements, the rhythm, the rate of breathing, not even the subtleties that need to be paid attention to, are not wrong.

That is, he only watched it once! I have learned and even mastered this set of extremely complex cultivation methods.

Impossible, how is this possible!

Mars muttered to himself, his eyes widening wider.

"You must know that in order to learn this set of body forging methods, it took me three years! And he, the eldest young master who grew up in the farm, only watched it once. ”

The unimaginable gap appeared in front of me, making people unbelievable, but they couldn't close their eyes and escape, in a trance, the dazed occupation of the body and mind, leaving only a blank left in the loss and unwillingness,

John Condon!

Is this who you really are?

Mars gritted his teeth, with a look of amazement and unwillingness, as well as a faint jealousy and surging killing intent.

However, this murderous intent soon faded away, and the teacher would not allow him to do so, nor would the Templar code allow him to do so, and more importantly, his heart would not allow him to do so.

Mars sighed lonely, put on his protective gear, and turned to leave the garden, under the hot sun, the strong figure was slightly rickety, giving people an inexplicable sense of depression.

After a while, John stopped his practice, found a stool and sat down, his sweaty face was covered with the joy of the rest of his life, he drank red wine, and with a smug smile on his face,

"Zero, I made the right bet again!"

"I know, but as your personal butler, I don't like your current gambler mentality very much, as the saying goes, a gentleman doesn't stand under a wall, what if that Templar kills you out of jealousy?"

"Chilled salad! What else? ”

John smiled nonchalantly, leaned back on the table, and peered through the fence outside the garden at the black slave laborers toiling in the fields in the distance.

"There will be no whats-ifs in this world, and if there were, we wouldn't have come to this world."

"I know that putting life and death at the gambling table is a taboo in life, but for a naturally arrogant Templar, as long as he feels the difference between heaven and earth, he will restrain the arrogance in his heart and put down his body for my use."

"So you take this method, expose his terrifying memory and learning ability in front of him, make him ashamed and stunned, and then either because of jealousy and unwillingness to kill, or give birth to the psychological illusion that I am inferior to him."

"Speaking of which, you are still the same as in your previous life, you always like to stand on the edge of the cliff and watch the scenery.

But do you know that although the scenery on the cliff is unparalleled, it is very windy there, and if you are not careful, it will fall down, and you will never recover, do you want to let the things of your previous life repeat again? ”

John was silent, and he was speechless at what he said, and he didn't even know how to argue with it.

He is right, in his previous life, he buried his whole life because of his overconfidence, if he didn't happen to travel through time and space, how could there be a John Condon in this world.

The repetition of sorrow is the most helpless! Maybe it really needs to change.

John sighed, poured half a glass of red wine and poured it directly into his stomach, the hot feeling came out of his stomach and rushed straight to his head, and in an instant, the whole person became dizzy,

"Alright! Zero, you won, I promise you that after tonight, you will never do anything like this again. ”

"Tonight?" Zero instantly grasped the key point between John's words,

"Yes, I have a date tonight!" After a pause, John continued, "Had to go on a date! ”

"And Serena?"

"No, and vampires!"

John shook his head, his pale green eyes narrowed slightly, with the haze of a sea of fog, like a jade about to appear, with a compelling sharpness.