85_85826 Dangdang.

Before dawn, three bells woke up the entire Tenglong Martial Academy, and the disciples of the three levels quickly got up, and after washing up, they rushed to the big school field as fast as they could.

"Quick, quick, quick!" Zeng Xiong waved the stick in his hand and slammed it on the ground. The floor of the Daxiao Yard was paved with gneiss as hard as pig iron, but small pits appeared under his stick.

He was in charge of the junior disciples, and under his roar, all the junior disciples quickly arrived. Including those disciples who just started yesterday.

Zeng Xiong looked at the intermediate and senior disciples who were still coming quickly next to him, and smiled with satisfaction.

At this time, Sun Ang walked over quickly.

He didn't live in the Tenglong Martial Arts Courtyard last night, so he naturally delayed some time.

Zeng Xiong's face changed suddenly, he stepped forward and asked angrily: "Sun Ang, why are you the last to arrive? Do you think you are special than others?!"

Sun Ang was a little surprised, and he really didn't understand why Zeng Xiong was so angry. He couldn't help but ask, "Am I late?"

The three bells are to urge everyone to get up, and the next five bells are the last time to gather, and Sun Ang is certainly not late.

Zeng Xiong snorted and sneered: "Don't think that if others hold you, you are really a genius." I warn you, in my eyes, you don't think you're a genius, and even if you are, under my hands, you have to follow my rules!"

Sun Ang looked at him calmly and repeated the question, "Am I late?"

Zeng Xiong was furious: "What do you mean?"

Sun Ang spread his hands: "Is this question difficult to answer, Master Zeng? I just want to know that I'm late?

Zeng Xiong shouted angrily: "Although you are not late, you are the last of all to arrive." ”

"What kind of reasoning is this, I have not violated the law, and I will be questioned for arriving on time? Theoretically, there will always be the first to arrive and the last to arrive, so doesn't that mean that Master Zeng, you have to scold a disciple every day who has not violated the rules of the academy?" Sun Ang asked rhetorically.

Zeng Xiong gritted his teeth, but Sun Ang's question made him very embarrassed, he knew very well that he could not violate the rules of the academy either, once he answered Sun Ang's question, it was tantamount to putting his own rules above the rules of the academy - if it reached the ears of the dean, he was afraid that he would have to roll up and get out.

At this time, five bells rang, everyone was about to set off, Zeng Xiong was relieved, he glared at Sun Ang fiercely, and waved his big hand: "Ready to go!"

Among the disciples, they lined up, with the first being the senior disciples, then the intermediate disciples, and the last being the junior disciples.

Tenglong Martial Arts Academy teaches once every half a month, and there is a tutor to answer questions every three days.

Most of the time, the disciples are training. The training arrangement is to get up early in the morning and run thirty miles, arrive at the Tenglong Courtyard in Hupo Mountain outside the city from the city, and then have breakfast there, the senior disciples fight in groups, the intermediate disciples follow the instructor to practice, and the hard-working junior disciples can only trek through mountains and rivers...... Watering the fields.

That's right, it's watering the fields.

Then at noon, I came back from a thirty-mile run, had lunch in the martial arts academy, and the whole afternoon and evening were the time for the disciples to practice on their own.

Usually everyone practices martial arts on the school field in the afternoon, and returns to their own residence in the evening to practice the mental method.

The distance of thirty miles is easy for a martial artist, and it can indeed only be regarded as a warm-up.

It only took them half an hour to reach Hupo Mountain, a huge mountain range that stretched for tens of thousands of miles, and Hugao Mountain was only one of its branches.

At the foot of the mountain, a huge annex was opened, with houses and a large number of spiritual fields around it. Among them, all kinds of spiritual vegetables, spiritual fruits, and spiritual millet are planted.

After breakfast, the junior disciples were gathered together by Zeng Xiong, and he was still gloomy and in a bad mood because of Sun Ang's affairs.

Han Sensen glanced at all the junior disciples and shouted: "Today, each person's task is six buckets of water, and if they can't be completed, they will be punished with a hundred rods!"

As soon as he said this, the faces of those old disciples all changed, and without saying a word, they rushed to the bucket on the side, and hurried to the time.

Two large barrels per person, frantically rushing towards the valley in the distance.

The new disciples also saw that it was not good, and immediately followed, but they didn't expect that as soon as the two wooden barrels were started, they immediately secretly complained bitterly!

The barrels looked ordinary, but each one weighed 500 catties, to say the least! Two pieces of wood were 1,000 catties. It wasn't a lot of weight for them, but they had to travel a long way......

Then I looked at the old disciples, all of them were carrying wooden barrels with their hands flat, and Zeng Xiong on the side stared at them with an unkind face, and immediately understood that this was the rule of the Tenglong Martial Academy, and it was necessary to fetch water like this.

The new disciples secretly complained one by one, but they could only do it.

"Quick, don't be lazy! Six buckets of water can't be completed, this seat guarantees that your skin will be opened!" Zeng Xiong roared viciously on the side.

The junior disciples set off in a mess, entering the valley from the Tenglong Annex, about ten miles away, and after entering the valley, they had to cross the rugged mountain road, and then crossed two mountain peaks, and arrived at a huge waterfall and cold pool.

The old disciples were used to it, and it was better, but the new disciples used the Formation Method, and they suffered a big loss as soon as they entered the valley. In fact, there are no roads in the valley, and they are overgrown with weeds, and sometimes it clearly looks like a flat land, and when you step on it, it lacks a layer of dead grass, and there is a deep pit below.

Most of the new disciples were only cultivating in places such as the school field, where after such a harsh environment, there were screams one after another, and all of them twisted their feet.

From the moment Sun Ang lifted the bucket and rushed out of the Tenglong Courtyard, he had already blessed his soul with the body of "Ten Thousand Miles Alone".

Although what he got was only a part of the Destiny Yuan Realm, Traveling Alone for Ten Thousand Miles was worthy of being the foundation of the Xiao family, it was very wonderful, and his speed was always the fastest among all the disciples.

After rushing into the valley, his figure flickered, and he skillfully avoided all kinds of traps, and was the first to rush up the hillside.

On the hillside, the situation changed again. In the valley, the ground is rough at best, with the occasional hidden pit, but at least you can see it.

But on the mountain peaks, there are dense old forests, not only deep pits hidden under dead leaves, but also several roots that are almost the same color as the ground. And under the high-speed rush, it is easy to hit the branches and trunks, and if you are not careful, your head will break and bleed.

After Sun Ang rushed into the hillside, his speed slowed down significantly, and he became cautious.

Behind him, a scream came, not only new disciples, but also those old disciples who were already familiar with this place.

But after crossing the two peaks, Sun Ang obviously felt that his 10,000-mile solitary body was more rounded, and the exercise effect was very obvious.

The sound of a huge waterfall was heard, and the cold pool was ahead. A strong aura of heaven and earth came to his face.

Sun Ang said secretly, no wonder you want to use the pool water here to irrigate the spiritual field, it must be better than the ordinary water source.

He rushed to the side of Hantan, carried two buckets of water, and returned immediately with a dozen outstanding old disciples.

Those old disciples looked at him in surprise, and after a moment, their eyes were full of approval, and they nodded slightly at him. Sun Ang also responded with a smile.

Zeng Xiong supervised the whole process, and Sun Ang not only bent into the first trip without any mistakes, bringing back two buckets of water, but also ranked first among all the new disciples, even better than many old disciples!

This made his face even more ugly.

He originally wanted to teach Sun Ang a lesson today, but according to the development of this situation, he could only praise Sun Ang.

So on the second trip, Zeng Xiong made a look, and Song Gu Ran, who was already his personal disciple, nodded secretly, carrying two empty buckets and desperately chasing after Sun Ang.

Sun Ang was running at his own pace. He found that as long as he controlled his rhythm and cooperated with the solitary style, he would be able to calmly face an unexpected situation.

Now, for example, he is easily dodging in the dense forest on the hillside.

Among all the junior disciples, more than a dozen of them were always in the first group leader. He was the only one in the group who was a new disciple.

The rest of them were the best among the old disciples.

But suddenly a black shadow rushed around him, and just as the black shadow was about to overtake him, it suddenly stretched out a foot and tripped over him.

This scene seemed familiar, Sun Ang remembered that he had just entered the Tenglong Martial Academy, and when he had a splitting headache because of the shock of the thirty-six sculptures, Song Guran suddenly tripped over himself.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: Rhythm!

Yes, Sun Ang is running at his own pace, and his solitary method is at the pinnacle.

His feet swayed incredibly, and his body rose lightly, dodging the black foot.

Song Guran was dumbfounded, he thought that his ability to comprehend moves was far above Sun Ang - he didn't think this was arrogance, and the results were there during the entrance assessment.

So he felt that he would definitely be able to trip up Sun Ang. Because to put it bluntly, it is also a kind of martial arts, and it also has moves.

He watched behind for a long time, and several times almost fell down because he was just looking at Sun Ang.

He thought that he had "mastered" the essence of Sun Ang's body method, and this foot stretched out would definitely be able to break Sun Ang's body method and trip him up.

And he had already seen that in front of Sun Ang, there was a boulder, Sun Ang hit it head-on, at least it was a bloody head, maybe he would be seriously injured because of the speed, no matter what, it was impossible for him to complete the task today.

But I didn't expect that when I stretched out my foot nine out of ten, people didn't look at it at all, and dodged it lightly.

"It's impossible!"

He screamed in his heart, but he didn't notice that because he was going to plot against Sun Ang, his body was unstable, and he crashed headlong into a big tree in front of him.

The figure was no longer controllable, Song Guran gritted his teeth and spread Yuan Xi all over his forehead, even if it was a bump, it would not be a big problem.

But suddenly a man appeared next to the big tree, and the man stretched out his hand and placed a sharp sword in front of the trunk!

Song Guran's frightened soul flew away, one hit the trunk of the tree and the other hit the blade of the sword, it was definitely two results, even if his forehead was already densely covered with Yuan Breath.

The former is dizzy at most, and the latter is fatal.

Sun Ang smiled slightly, and at the most critical moment, with a twist of his wrist, the sword was flattened, and the spine of the sword was aimed at him.

Boom!

Although he didn't take his life, but he hit his head on a second-order divine weapon, which also made Song Guran's head bleed, countless bees flew in his brain, and he couldn't get up after falling to the ground for a while and a half--he was going to be able to get up - he was even more severe than Sun Ang hitting his head on a boulder, and he had to set off in the afternoon, and it was estimated that there were only these two shifts today. ）。