As expected, everyone was dumbfounded, this Nima is the legendary and powerful D-class assault soldier?

Don't tease me!

The entire training ground was embarrassed, this was too embarrassing, it was the cannon fodder E-class program soldiers recruited every week, and it seemed that they were much stronger than this Mr. Mu. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Ahem!"

Mu Shaoan got up from the ground with difficulty, although he was embarrassed, but he smiled quite brightly, now it's okay, after the discussion, we can finally have a big meal for free, right?

And then again, this time the competition seems to be very unreliable, but in fact, it also gave him a rough estimate.

That's right, he can see that Teda Fangcai's two feet are definitely bursting at a high level of full strength, otherwise it would be impossible to knock out his 120 HP at once.

But it doesn't matter, TEDA's stamina and strength attributes should have reached the full value, which is 50 points.

Even his basic freestyle skills are almost reaching 150 points.

But so what? The difference in strength between the two sides was not as huge as he imagined.

If he fought again when he was in good shape, Mu Shaoan could at least resist more than twenty attacks from this guy, and then simply admit defeat and surrender.

And if it is a life-and-death fight, then as long as it is not a close fight at the beginning, then Mu Shaoan guarantees that this TEDA can be turned into a corpse within three seconds.

If only he had no other means of saving his life.

This is really not a joke.

At the moment when Teda rushed over, Mu Shaoan could throw at least three wooden spears, and the closer he was, the more unable it was for Teda to dodge, not to mention that he still had heavy attack skills, and he also had Sky Spear.

In other words, does this Teda have the ability to force Mu Shaoan to the level of a life-and-death battle?

Then he will be even more miserable at that time, because Mu Shaoan can also burn spiritual power and output instantly.

Think about it, dude TEDA, you ask yourself if you can't beat that anti-aircraft machine gun to the king of the world?

"I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed, I'm smiling. Mu Shaoan said with a smile, and then looked at Chabayev, the human bear who was also still in a daze, "Your Excellency, the backyard training ground of the Sleeping Giant Hotel is free training, oh, I mean there is no compensation for the damage to the equipment, right?"

"Uh, of course, of course, it's all free, I still have something to do, you're busy haha!" The sturdy old man wiped a cold sweat, turned his head with a dry laugh and left, it is estimated that the depression in his heart is beyond words, how to say that sentence, people have eyes, horses have stumbled, fortunately only signed a three-week short-term contract, otherwise I will lose my old face.

"Hehe, I remember that I still have some things in the afternoon, that, Brother Mu, let's have a chance to drink together, haha. Another excuse slipped away.

"Hey, I also remember that there is something very important, let's go together!"

A whole bunch of people left in a hula.

"I'm fine, but I want to get some sleep in the afternoon, well, I think it's more meaningful. That Teda also stretched his waist, didn't look at Mu Shao'an, shook three times, and left proudly, and in an instant, only Mu Shao'an, the regiment commander Sharp, and the deputy regiment leader Kester were left on the huge backyard training ground, and the expressions of the two of them were like seeing a ghost, and it was a male ghost who was running.

Nima, this is too pitiful!

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"Bang"

The moment the felling axe fell, the thick log segments were split straight.

At this moment, it was already around three or four o'clock in the afternoon, and after the previous farce, Mu Shaoan returned to the sawmill in Goerdo, because he still had more than 800 pieces of wood to be chopped.

But by this time he had shamelessly filled his stomach, full of strength and refreshment, but no one came to him to talk to him anymore.

And Mu Shaoan bet that the way he ate and drank the sea before must have disgusted those guys.

There is no doubt that his deeds must have become the laughing stock and the target of everyone's disdain in the small town of Creek at this moment.

But will he care?

If he has time to think about this, he might as well think about the direction of his future training, it is obvious that he will not want to completely control the Sky Spear in a short period of time, so he has to give up this plan for the time being, maybe he can strengthen his sword and shield training.

Today is the second day, and there are still five days to go, and it is the beginning of a new round of anti-virus tasks, oh, of course, in Ximu Town, this kind of anti-virus mission is called service.

So he still has a lot to do.

For a whole night, Mu Shaoan was methodically chopping logs in the sawmill, he no longer pursued speed and efficiency, nor did he think about the reward of the two pieces of black bread of the cheating father, and he didn't care about his jokes.

Mu Shaoan certainly has many shortcomings, but he also has an advantage called focus.

Yes, no matter what, he was able to jump into it very quickly.

Gradually, his mind cleared, like the feeling of a knife falling from a wooden spear in the past.

Before I knew it, even the heavy logging axe had become lighter.

The logs are split one by one, and the whole process is monotonous, boring, mechanical, boring, and uninteresting.

But in Mu Shaoan's eyes, it is a comprehensive embodiment of precision, strength, speed, coordination, and balance.

So he started to like the feeling of splitting wood, which was not a joke, and he wasn't a fool.

Because he found that such a seemingly rough and simple job actually hides a lot of unexpected skills, such as the force on the waist, the position of the feet standing, the small details of the moment when the logging axe is lifted high with both hands, and even the mobilization of the whole body to slash down, this feels like standing between the high waves, the heroism and determination that will never return!

As fast as you want, as heavy as you want, the logging axe is no longer a logging axe at this moment, and the log section is not a log section.

There was a soft "thump", followed by the felling axe and slashing into the stump of the tree at the bottom, which was used as a cutting board.

The cut log segment was so flat that it took a few seconds to fall off with a clatter.

Mu Shaoan exhaled lightly, his eyes flashing with inexplicable brilliance.

The slash was completely casual, and his head was empty, but just like that, it was like a stroke of genius.

He mobilized the strength of his whole body, there was no doubt about that.

There's no doubt about how much damage he's doing at least 500+ more damage this time.

However, he only consumed 20 burst points.

Is this a bug?

Of course not, but Mu Shaoan's control of his own power has reached a higher level.

There were no surprises, no stagnation, and he erected the log segments again as usual, as if nothing had happened.

The four fields are quiet and silent, the stars in the sky are dim, there is flowing water in the distance, and there is a breeze blowing in the near distance.

His breathing became more and more steady, and he held the logging axe with no more or no more force with both hands, and the movements of his upper and lower bodies became more and more coordinated.

When the axe is raised high, and then falls quickly and calmly, there is a soft sound of "click", and there are no waves in this quiet night.

The only change is that the split of the log segment becomes more and more flat, which is beyond normal logic, because it is impossible for an ordinary person to cut such a flat cut with an axe.

Of course, no one will notice this change, after all, it is just some chopped firewood, and what can be done if it is leveled?

When the fog of the night gradually dispersed, and a ray of dawn shone down from the lofty mountains in the east, Mu Shaoan suddenly realized that the night had passed.

He had forgotten how many logs he had chopped and how many times his burst had been emptied, but that didn't seem to matter.

His stomach was growling, but he didn't feel too tired, and even his mental strength was unexpectedly active.

So in such a quiet morning, his mood is also extraordinarily happy, and the beauty of life blooms at this moment, without a trace of dust.

Smiling slightly, throwing away the logging axe, Mu Shaoan first went to the stream east of Ximu Town to take a bath, this stream is the melting snow water on the snow mountain, although it is in the middle of summer at this moment, it is still cold to the bone, so when he jumped out of the half-human deep stream, he couldn't help but shout refreshed!

When Mu Shaoan returned to the Sleeping Giant Hotel in good spirits, as soon as he entered the door, he saw a mess all over the ground, the remains of food, and empty wine bottles everywhere, it seemed that the members of the hunting group in Ximu Town had a very happy night last night.

Chabayev was also not visible on the counter.

Mu Shaoan couldn't help but secretly slander himself, it seems that this guy is really not a data NPC, but like a normal person, he has to eat and sleep, deflated and hiccups.

After walking around the hotel, I didn't find the back kitchen, let alone the chef, I didn't even see the ingredients, these guys really have a kind of prodigal spirit that has wine today and is drunk today, and the Ming Dynasty exudes a flat boat.

Of course, Mu Shaoan also maliciously guessed that this might be to guard against him, a liar and a villain.

And when he returned to the free room that was supposed to belong to him, he heard the thunderous snoring inside, and the strong smell of stinky feet with a full triple change.

It's simply biochemical attack.

Shaking his head helplessly, Mu Shaoan turned around and fled in embarrassment, it seemed that his free guest treatment had been lost.

It is estimated that if it weren't for the unchangeable contract, those guys would have copied him and blasted him out of Ximu Town a long time ago.

Leaving the Sleeping Giant's Inn, he had to go back to the sawmill in Gordor, and although there seemed to be twenty or thirty houses in Creek Town, he didn't want to rush in.

So he just took a random place in the sawmill, endured the hunger in his belly, and fell into a deep sleep.