"You hit me."

Lin Luo looked serious.

"Xiaoluo, are you okay?"

Li Niu suspected that his companion was sick, how could a normal person like to be beaten.

Lin Luo approached him and whispered, "I recently discovered that being hit can speed up the cultivation speed of the Vajra Technique. ”

Come to think of it, only this reason is reasonable.

Li Niu exclaimed: "It's really fake." ”

There were hundreds of sandbags present, and everyone's dream was almost the same, to cultivate the Vajra Technique to the third layer, become an outer disciple, and get rid of this kind of hard life.

"I feel it's true, try it yourself when you're beaten, you hit me first!"

Lin Luo nodded.

Li Niu's face was suspicious, and he raised his fist and gently slapped Lin Hou's back.

999。

The numbers have not changed.

Hits don't work.

Lin Luo raised his head and said seriously: "You use some more force." ”

Li Niu punched hard.

Lin Luo felt a burst of pain at this moment, after all, Li Niu had cultivated to the second level of the Vajra Jue, and the Vajra Jue improved the overall quality of the body, and ordinary people really couldn't stand it after this punch.

Fortunately, in the first layer of his Vajra Technique, he just felt pain.

998。

The numbers change.

Useful!!

Lin Luo was excited in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face.

"Keep fighting, I'll help you practice and give it a try at night!"

He said softly.

Li Niu nodded, but still didn't believe it.

The two of them followed the crowd, maintaining such a strange posture and walking towards the martial arts training ground, and the others who watched along the way shook their heads again and again.

"Lin Luo is crazy, he likes to be beaten if he has nothing to do."

"And Li Niu, I feel like he's a pervert."

"These two people have a problem in their hearts, stay away in the future..."

The group muttered quietly.

When Li Niu heard it, his face was a little pale, but he didn't say anything.

Lin Luo listened to these words, and his heart did not waver.

All his attention was attracted by the number in front of him, and as soon as Li Niu punched down, the number was reduced by one.

By the time we arrived at the martial arts training ground, the number had reached 928.

"Xiaoluo, be careful of Feng Qing."

Li Niu stopped his movements and leaned towards the open space next to him.

Lin Luo nodded.

Look around.

One by one, they stood in the martial arts training ground, each of them with a large open space around them, and behind them was a large iron shelf, on which various weapons were placed.

The group waited quietly, silently, because those who spoke would be punished.

Ten minutes later.

The outer disciples who practiced in the morning came, they were wearing uniform green shirts, one by one they were full of vitality, and the muscles on their bodies were bulging, and they looked extraordinary.

The number of these outer disciples is not large, only a few dozen.

After they arrived, they didn't waste any time, just waved their fists and started practicing.

In the sandbag, the most tested is fist and foot kung fu.

After all, if you use weapons, it is easy to cause a large number of sandbags to be disabled, which is not conducive to the secondary use of sandbags.

Soon, Lin Luo's eyes were on a young man.

He is also dressed in green clothes, and what is different is that he has two swords behind his back. He is outstanding, imposing, and has a pair of eyes that are extremely aggressive.

This is Feng Qing, one of the best disciples of the Outer Sect.

Burst!

When he appeared, he swung his palm.

A sandbag on the opposite side was suddenly knocked away for several feet, spitting blood from his mouth, and after falling to the ground, his body curled up hard, looking like he was not lightly injured.

After Feng Qing finished fighting, he stood motionless in place, as if he was thinking about something, and after thinking for a while, he shot again and attacked at another sandbag.

It's still a palm fly.

The sandbag on the first layer of the Vajra Jue can't be stopped at all.

Coming back to his senses, Lin Luo turned his head to look.

I saw an ordinary-looking outer disciple walking towards him, rubbing his hands, his face full of cruelty.

"Hahaha, Lin Luo, I'll let you see my fist today!"

The outer disciple rushed straight at him and threw a punch.

The forest did not dodge.

Sandbags can't be hidden, and if you dodge, you will be wasted and expelled from the Seven Xuanmen, which is the rule.

The opponent threw a punch and landed precisely on Lin Luo's abdomen.

Poof.

Lin Luo's body curled up and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The abdominal pain was extreme.

He couldn't help but lie on the ground.

"Liu Feng!!"

His eyes widened, his fingers gripped hard at the ground, and his heart was full of resentment.

Liu Feng, like them a year ago, was also a sandbag. After that, because he cultivated the Vajra Jue to the third layer, he entered the outer gate.

But this guy didn't concentrate on cultivation after entering the outer gate, and came to the martial arts training ground all day long to beat them with these sandbags, and he wouldn't kill them, but only cripple them, making them suffer boundless pain.

In the past year, there have been more than a dozen sandbags that have been crippled by him.

This guy is a pervert.

I like to abuse their bunch of sandbags the most, as a way to find their own sense of existence.

"It's really unbeaten."

Looking at the forest on the ground, Liu Feng sighed.

Turning around, he set his eyes on another punching bag.

Lin Luo lay on the ground.

Motionless.

It has been more than a year since Liu Feng entered the outer gate, and his cultivation has even reached the triple level of strength, and this punch is not something he can block at all.

If it weren't for the fact that this guy was psychologically dark and wanted to experience the pain of other people's injuries, he would have died a long time ago.

Soon a special miscellaneous disciple arrived.

After examining Lin Luo, he took him back to the house, threw him on the bed, and turned to leave.

Lin Luo's face was expressionless.

The number next to it is 927, and the distance is zero, and there is still a long distance.

"I didn't expect to be injured by Feng Qing, but I was beaten like this by Liu Feng..."

Lin Luo clenched his fists.

He is now seriously injured and cannot move his body significantly at all, and it is estimated that he will not be able to recover in three or five days.

"Liu Feng!"

Lin Luo took a deep breath, he had never hated someone so much.

"101 must be opened in a hurry."

After thinking for a moment, he suddenly rolled over and fell to the ground, then turned his head and touched the ground.

The floor is paved with stones, which are ugly and not protected from moisture, and the only advantage is that it is hard.

A tingling in my head.

Lin Luo hurriedly looked at the number next to him.

926！

There is play.

It seems that this approach is feasible.

It's useless to hit yourself by yourself, you can only complete a blow by acting with a foreign object.

Take a deep breath.

He continued to meet.

In the room, the sound of popping and popping continued, but fortunately there was no one around.

A morning later.

Lin Luo's head was drowsy.

He never stopped, and when he found it working, he kept hurting himself.

Fortunately, the vajra technique was useful, otherwise he would have fainted or seriously injured his head when they met in the morning. Even so, the skin on the right side of his head was broken, and it was very oozing before it was bloody.

Lin Luo struggled and lay on the bed.

Raise your eyes.

The numbers have reached zero.

A morning's hard work paid off.

The first meeting is quick, but as time goes on, it gets slower and slower, often taking a few minutes to touch.

Lin Luo closed his eyes expectantly.

White world.

He appeared directly at the staircase of a unit.

Here his body is normal.

Running quickly to 101, when he entered, he found that the 28 bicycle had actually returned to its original state.

Didn't think much about it.

He pulled open the door to 101.

The moment the palm of your hand touches the wooden door.

A stream of information popped into his head.