Chapter Thirty-Seven: Let You Chop

"Hahaha, good, good thing!" Fang Jian laughed.

"Come, Liu Cheng"

Fang Jian summoned Liu Cheng, who was in a daze, and said to him with a smile: "This rat meat is a good thing, it contains high energy, and it has great benefits for the human body, it seems that Wei Zai will have to trouble Wei Zai often in the future."

"Don't you feel the strength growing? They just used it in the wrong place, hahaha..."

Liu Cheng suddenly realized: "Yes, Master, I think I can't use enough energy!" ”

"Come on, I'll teach you how to get lucky to the dantian, meridians" Fang Jian pulled Liu Cheng to stand up in the courtyard.

Li Ping was sulking alone upstairs, when she heard Fang Jian's voice and saw the heroic Fang Jian, all her troubles immediately flew into the sky, and only infinite resentment towards Yang Mei was left in her heart.

"Brother Jian, I want to learn too"

Li Ping flew down the stairs like a swallow, followed by policewoman Xiao Zhang.

The three of them put on a posture, Fang Jian carefully explained his understanding, slowly elaborated, and let them stand on their own and practice.

Fang Jian walked out of the door with a long knife, the knife had changed its appearance, the fat chef polished the long knife carefully, put on the oil, and Yang Mei used an army-green strap to cross and wrap the gauntlet on the handle, and tied a knot at the end.

The Wuwei long knife is now air-conditioned, and the cold light at the blade is shining, and it feels a bit majestic in his hand.

A big tree on the side of the road became the target of the square sword practice, and he cut it left and right, and did not use all his strength, but slowly experienced the feeling of waist, back, legs, and wrists in the process of swinging the knife, and at the same time kept the turning point of the swing as smooth as possible.

The knife was getting faster and faster, I don't know how many times it was swung, the sweat drenched the small place where he was standing, and he felt a little numb in his back, and then Fang Jian stopped.

"Master, my two piles have been completed, and I feel that the breath can reach the dantian, but I don't know how to run to the meridians?"

Fang Jian turned around and saw Liu Cheng and the others standing behind him, he didn't know how long he had been standing, Fang Jian smiled: "Oh, you're done!" Liu Cheng, you can try it."

"Yes, Master"

Liu Cheng excitedly took the long knife and waved it at the tree.

The reality is always cruel, Liu Cheng, who thinks that his strength and coordination are not bad, the long knife that he swung out is whirring, but unfortunately none of the knives can be stably cut to a point, and after dozens of knives, he is out of breath, and the knife can no longer be consciously controlled, but is rebounded back by the big tree, and he can no longer continue with less than a hundred knives, so he has to stop his hand and bend over and pant heavily.

Liu Cheng looked at Fang Jian embarrassedly: "Master, I can't do it anymore"

Well, Fang Jian snorted, and his heart was also very entangled, Liu Cheng called him master, but he didn't refuse, he liked this stubborn guy who didn't speak much in his heart, he was willing to endure hardships, he could endure hardships, he was in good physical condition, he was a good seedling, if he felt that it was difficult, then what should other people do?

It seems that the overall use of a knife will not work, it is better to kill a living corpse with that kind of knife, and the knife technique is not easy to practice, not everyone has so much strength like themselves, what should I do? I don't have the ability to issue a rifle to everyone!

Gun? The gun is very simple! Fang Jian suddenly realized that the gun he was thinking of at this moment was not a military rifle, but a spear used by the ancients to kill the enemy.

The gun is the king of soldiers, who said that? Is it Yue Fei? it!

The practice of the gun is simple and easy to learn, it is a simple grid and stab, the sharp tip of the gun with the strength of the body and the speed of the stab, it becomes a sharp weapon for killing people and killing corpses, by the way, let them all practice assassination.

The people in the house didn't know whether they had exhausted their passion or heard the bustle outside, so they came to the street together, and when Fang Jian saw this, he simply drove the training class to the street.

Fang Jian said to Liu Cheng: "Liu Cheng, you go find a few sticks, they will be about two meters long."

Fang Jian looked at You Ren with a tired face: "Debao, are you happy?" If you empty your body, you are not afraid that the living corpse will eat you? ”

You Ren smiled and said, "How could it? I'm very strong, and the living corpses are stabbed one by one."

Saying that, this kid also bent his thin arm, which caused several women to laugh coquettishly.

"Yes, you come and chop me to see"

Fang Jian handed over a wooden stick of about one meter and motioned for You Ren to slash at him.

You Ren took the wooden stick and shouted exaggeratedly: "You are the boss, how dare I cut you?" ”

"If you want to cut it, you will cut it"

Fang Jian glared at him very much, You Ren trembled in fright, hesitantly raised the wooden stick in his hand, and slashed towards Fang Jian, Fang Jian took a light step, and in the blink of an eye, he took a step up, and the person dodged the wooden stick that was swung over, and the palm of his right hand was already resting on You Debao's neck.

Fang Jian yelled with a bad face: "Do it again, hard, with all your strength, haven't you eaten?" ”

You Ren's face was full of embarrassment, gritted his teeth, screamed strangely, and rounded the wooden stick and slashed towards the method sword.

Fang Jian didn't move, but just stretched out his arm and moved towards the stick.

Smack~Ah!

There was a crisp sound, an exclamation, and half of the stick flew into the sky.