On the sea of clouds, a mountain peak was cut off the peak by the ghostly axe, the area of nearly 10,000 square meters is as smooth as a mirror, and even the railings and pavilions around it are carved into one of the peaks.

The midday sun jumped from the far distance along the sea of clouds, forming a golden sparkle in waves, which was particularly eye-catching.

On the top of the mountain, the elementary school students of the 66th Crazy Bull National Branch Campus of the Heavenly Wolf Sect are training, lifting stone locks, playing sandbags, and running with weights around the mountain road......

Fifty-one of the little classmates bared their teeth and grinned, if they had just started a month ago, some of them would have lost golden beans, and now they are much better.

Yao Zimo was also grinning on the side, followed by the little gourd baby classmate with baring teeth. That's right, although Yao Ding was assigned to the Dantang by Feng Yingying, he was still pulled by the second elder to refine his body according to the rules of the sect, and Yao Zimo, the sect master's protégé, was also not spared.

According to Yao Zimo's classification, there are only two classes a day here, physical fitness in the morning and corporal punishment in the afternoon!

Yao Zimo grinned not because he was too tired, but because he was speechless, helpless, and powerless to refute the teaching content. The physical fitness class is divided into three modes: running around the mountain to practice endurance, lifting stone locks to practice strength, and playing sandbags to practice explosiveness! Although his body is as weak as ever, these are not difficult for an adult's soul, and he can still add a morning run every day. What he disagrees with is that the training is really undisciplined, there are no professional indicators, no targeted exercises, and no recovery after training...... Some just practice, practice, practice, and the teaching content of the 'teachers' is summed up in one sentence: "Don't stop, we can do it!"

What was even more speechless was the corporal punishment class in the afternoon, where a group of 'primary school students' lined up to do a 'college student', and the summary was "dry" in one word. It's absolutely done, it's really over, every move is dry and the nose is blue and the face is swollen.

For Yao Zimo, this is the most painful thing. Even if a primary school student is beaten by a college student, how can he be embarrassed by a doctor's degree? What is even worse is that he must wait to be thrown with the prescribed moves, without adding or subtracting, without dodging, and without hesitation!!

Yao Zimo also had molested Sanda, and asked him to take the initiative to hit his fists, but the concubine couldn't do it! So the weakest doctor was the most seriously injured......

"What a bitter comparison!"

As for the gourd baby's grin, it is not tired, this strong one ranks in the top three in the class. He was laughing at Yao Zimo's wordless provocation and Yao Zimo's speechlessness.

Feng Mingyang, if the Heavenly Wolf Sect is looking for a fourth-generation disciple, this product should be counted as one, the great-grandson of the second elder, and the guy who was born with a surname. The role of self-only, self-plus self-only is not very high, but people are born to practice ......

Now he is playing with the large stone lock in front of Yao Zimo with a posture of contempt for the world. Yao Zimo was really speechless, this little deflated calf probably felt that his identity was noble, and the height was unbearable or something, and he chased Yao Zimo, who he thought was almost as noble as him, every day to provoke and brush his existence.

Yao Zimo is enough among elementary school students every day, and there is such a fly buzzing...... Dr. Yao Zimo also had a professional psychological analysis and made several sets of coping plans, which was nothing more than his own low-key and ignoring him. But this guy seems to be noble to the bones, although the three minutes of blood have been boiled by Yao Zimo, Feng Mingyang still subtly aimed at Yao Zimo, this is not ...... It's not a practice, this guy just can't help himself and lean over!

Continuing to ignore it, Yao Zimo mechanically practiced the strange move he named 'Military Posture Flat Boxing' - his body stood like a military posture, his eyes were straight, his punches could not have arcs, and his wrists could not be empty......

"What kind of trouble is this!" Yao Zimo complained in his heart but had to practice, because in the afternoon he would be thrown down a hundred times in this position, provided that his head was straight, his eyes were looking ahead, and he couldn't dodge, otherwise it would be either an aggravated hundred times or more punishments!!

But fortunately, adults have adults to entertain themselves, Yao Zimo played mental training by himself, he just wants to do absolutely not dodge, absolutely inhibit conditioned reflexes. This is also a kind of self-challenge, until the invention of this method, Yao Zimo feels that his soul and body have fused a lot, his body is still so weak, but his head is not so chaotic, at least his attention is highly concentrated during training, and his head can forget about pain!

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It's done, it's done, Yao Zimo is miserable on the surface, and he is extremely depressed on the bed, and the little brother of the gourd runs out to fetch him with all his might.

Originally, according to Yao Zimo's character, he could sit down and never lie down, he could stand and never sit down, and he could stand up straight and never bend over. But now it's time to get a little more, just lie down - he needs to regain his strength, and now he can get a little more than an hour of exercise at night!

"Yo, is this a great generation of disciples? This posture is so handsome, no, I have to learn more!"

Before the meal arrived, the flies followed the footsteps of history first. Yao Zimo couldn't help but sneer before turning off the audio-visual: "This little deflated calf can see the growth, the original 'done' is also a corpse, but recently it has obviously adapted to the rhythm, and I have the spare strength to tear it here!"

"Yo, come and see, grandchildren are starting to dislike their ancestors again. I said, mad sheep, is it interesting to do this every day, why don't you go back to your mother and teach me when you have time!" A provocative sound ended the laughter here, but it was replaced by another wave of laughter.

Yuan Mingli, another leader in this group of dolls. If Feng Mingyang is the fifth generation of officials, this is the red generation, the red of the red people, the current great elder of the sect with the highest qualifications and the greatest potential to accept the son of the disciple Feng Shenghou, but when Feng Shenghou apprenticed, he had already come to his mother's womb, so he used his original surname - Yuan.

Yuan Mingli can also be regarded as a quasi-fourth-generation disciple, but he is just prepared, and his name directly points to the Ming generation. In any case, he is indeed a native of the little overlord, and the most important thing is that he has also been training since he was a child.

So, the only two small groups in the class belonged to him. Originally, Yao Zimo's light also attracted some little brothers to take refuge, but after he kept a low profile for a long time, people's hearts were scattered, and they all voted for another master! The main reason is that Yao Zimo doesn't want to be the king of this child in his heart, and he runs around a group of little kids all day long, Yao Zimo feels that his character will collapse!

This Yuan Mingli doesn't bully people much, and he hasn't bothered Yao Zimo, and the only purpose of helping the field today is to fight Feng Mingyang. That's right, this only two small groups are naturally to repel each other, and after a long time, the child doesn't have many routines, and the bar is over, if one side farts abruptly, the other side is naturally compared to the past.

The siege was successfully resolved, and those who could move for a while were rubbing their hands, and those who couldn't move were whining. Yao Zimo felt even more messy, so under the surprised eyes of the children, a carp stood up, flicked his clothes and walked out.

"Hey, this soft egg can move......"

"You don't have a soft egg, you move one, villain ......"

"Who are you scolding?"

"Why are you ......?"