"Ahh

Han Mingtong was a little uneasy when his body failed to maintain balance, but he was caught off guard by Song Dao like this, and he was suddenly a little uncontrollable, and there was a scream at the moment. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Although the teenagers present regarded others as competitors and wanted to show their demeanor against the others, they all had a feeling of kinship at this moment.

Will this whip hit itself with the next blow?

Feeling the burning pain on his right arm, Han Mingtong gritted his teeth and glanced at the wound that was two fingers long, and the deepest part was probably enough to fit a fingernail cover.

Just the depth of the wound is already unbearable, not to mention the barb on the silver whip, between the entry and exit is the flesh and blood with the stars, for the injury of people, where is it as simple as a whip and a simple whip?

"You!"

Han Mingtong hadn't been injured, and he couldn't help but be in pain, but on such an occasion, surrounded by Tianjiao of various families and outstanding cultivators cultivated by sects, he was already very embarrassed when he fell, and he was given by this Song Dao, which was simply shameless.

In an instant, Han Mingtong even had an urge to make a move, he glared angrily, and looked directly at Song Dao without flinching, as if he was about to prepare to attack the next moment.

Of course, he is not a fool, this Song Dao shows that he has the strength of the late stage of the Pulse Flow Realm, no matter how angry he is, he has to hold back, and he can't even let go of a fart.

Song Dao didn't say a word, and he whipped it up again, this time it was even more ruthless, and it was directly thrown into Han Mingtong's face.

Of course, on weekdays, Song Dao uses a silver whip as a weapon, and it is naturally a great way to play, it can be called like an arm and a finger, and this whip is like a part of his body, so the whipping is very measured, and it does not tear off the flesh on Han Mingtong's face.

Although there was no serious injury, the sharp pain made Han Mingtong extremely sober, he pursed his lips, and he didn't even look at Song Dao again, but quickly stood up, straightened his clothes and Baiding armor, and didn't even wipe the blood that was drenched on half of his face, but just used Yuan Li to run on his face to relieve the pain and promote wound healing at the same time.

"Shhhhhhh

Although every jump of his body would make the wounds on Han Mingtong's arms and face tremble, bringing unbearable pain, he only let out a cry of pain in his mouth and did not stop.

On Song Dao's cold face, at this moment, a few soft lines suddenly curved, of course, no one noticed this scene.

The three-mile road is usually not far, and even for the Pulse Flow Realm monks, even if they run directly over it, it is nothing, and it is a little more difficult than eating and drinking.

However, in the case of carrying a huge weight of 10,000 catties, it is necessary to leapfrog forward, which is extremely considerable for the consumption of Yuan Force and the oppression of the body.

Even ordinary veins are unlikely to stick to the past.

Within a mile of the distance, some people were already out of breath, not because of their lack of ability, but because they had not been exposed to this kind of training on weekdays, so they were not able to adapt quickly.

"Hoo-ha-hoo-"

Fan Wuyan, a disciple of Qianbomen, is like this now, after persevering on this section of the road in one go, he was really a little unbearable, so he consciously slowed down, and then peeked backwards at Han Mingtong who was at the bottom.

"I ...... What's going on?"

Fan Wuyan was dumbfounded for a moment, and paused for a moment before shouting in shock: "Why are you still bleeding?"

Han Mingtong came to his senses at this time, and he also stopped, glanced back at the road he had walked, and suddenly a look of resentment flashed on his face, but he didn't say anything in the end.

One drop......

Two drops ......

Eight drops and ten drops......

As if it had been pierced by an invisible rope, the blood stars were connected into two long strings, starting from when Han Mingtong was injured and extending until now.

And as Han Mingtong stopped, the blood quickly continued to drip and gathered into a small pool.

Still bleeding?

When the teenagers in front heard this, they all looked back.

Although Luo Tian was much easier than others, he did not deliberately distance himself from others, but always led the second place Jin Xishan for a short distance, no matter whether Jin Xishan was fast or slow, there was no obvious change in the distance.

"Senior Brother Luo, don't you look at this Song instructor's silver whip, isn't it a little weird?"

Jin Xishan lowered his voice, a little puzzled.

Otherwise, how could it be explained that the two whips of the Song Dao went down, and the physical level of the Pulse Flow Realm monk was still bleeding for a while?

Before Luo Tian could answer, he heard Song Dao's indifferent voice: "This silver whip is a high-grade treasure weapon on the human level, once the wound is torn, it will not heal easily, unless the monk has enough time and luck to heal and expel my remaining strength." ”

Han Mingtong let out heavy breathing from his mouth, and after hearing this, he didn't continue to stay, but gritted his teeth and began to frog jump.

The three-mile road is not far, even if the weight-bearing frog jump will increase the burden on the body, it will not be in danger of any life, so Luo Tian did not make a sound.

Fengyunwei definitely didn't recruit people to torture people, and this kind of training method must have a way to deal with it in the end.

But there are people who are not very willing.

Jin Xishan stood up, his face heavy: "Instructor Song, isn't this a bit excessive......?

As the leading disciple of the Golden Light Pavilion this time, and the only one left, Jin Xishan naturally would not stand out for others, and besides, the sect and the Wanfeng City family have always been not very harmonious.

However, at this moment, everyone, as a new member of Fengyunwei, is a whole.

If Song Dao can attack Han Mingtong, he won't attack himself?

"I think that although there is a burden on the body, it is not serious, each of you, as an outstanding young monk in the group you were in before, and you have passed the assessment of Fengyunwei, you will definitely be able to persevere!"

Song Dao glanced at Jin Xishan coldly, and his voice suddenly took on a bit of sharpness: "Otherwise, you can also try it and see if the burden is heavy?"

Jin Xishan clenched his fists, let go again, and saw that Han Mingtong was burying his head in advance, and the rest of the people also had a wait-and-see posture, so he shook his head slightly, and no longer said more, but followed behind Luo Tian, chasing his figure.

After the distance of two miles, Luo Tian still maintained his original appearance, but his breathing began to be a little heavier.

As for the others, except for Jin Xishan, who is better, they all feel a little out of breath.

In two and a half miles, Luo Tian had gradually adapted to this kind of exercise intensity, not only did he not look out of breath, but he looked quite comfortable.

This is due to Luo Tian's unremitting cultivation of the body refining secret art before.

Many times, seemingly meaningless persistence and habits can play a big role in unexpected moments in the future.

This time, even Jin Xishan had the meaning of jumping a step to catch his breath, and he could no longer make a coherent and continuous jump, as for the young man who followed, he had to open a short distance between every two people, and the strength of his strength was also reflected.

Song Dao was still expressionless, but he also knew that in terms of the current situation, the performance of these teenagers was quite eye-catching, at least not much different from the best of the new members over the years.

Of course, it also has something to do with the small number of people, which doesn't prove anything, especially not how high the quality of these little guys is.

Sanli ......

Luo Tian gently exhaled a mouthful of turbid breath in his chest, stood up, and moved a few times, but he didn't take off the Baiding armor.

Song Dao strode to the end, and glanced at the only young man who was not taken care of by his silver whip, but he didn't speak. (To be continued.) )