Ye Jiujiu was only excited at this time, where would she refuse, only in those seven days, the master took her to the wind group for formal training for seven days, and at other times, there was only physical training, now, looking at the training ground in front of him, Ye Jiujiu ran into it excitedly.

The field is very, very large, almost exactly the same as the training ground of the wind group, and it is not right to say that it is exactly the same, but there are some subtle differences.

And these differences, in the process of training, Ye Jiujiu finally understood what kind of benefits these subtle differences have.

It can be said that this training ground is far better than the training ground of the wind group.

It wasn't until twelve o'clock that Ye Jiujiu stopped, his training clothes were dyed dark with sweat, he was so exhausted that he didn't even bother to move a finger, and Ye Jiujiu was completely paralyzed on the ground.

The training plan given by General Feng Mo is several times more stringent than the training plan given by the master, which is why in less than five hours, the physical exertion is faster than when he trained for a whole day in the Feng group.

The butler walked in with a bowl of water, bent down on the table beside Ye Jiujiu, and then, without saying anything, respectfully withdrew.

"Thank you." Ye Jiujiu's throat was about to smoke, and he was short of a bowl of water, so he picked up the bowl and went to the jar in his mouth.

Obviously, it tastes the same as ordinary boiled water, but after drinking it, the whole person feels cool and comfortable. The physical strength that was originally consumed was slowly recovering at this time.

Blinking his eyes, Ye Jiujiu's heart was full of incredulity, but he didn't explore too much, because the existence of Feng Mojiang was originally an incredible thing!

Feng Mojiang didn't say anything on the side, and only after seeing Ye Jiujiu drink the water did he say, "Go back, come over by yourself at eight o'clock tomorrow." ”

"Thank you." Ye Jiujiu stood up and stood opposite Feng Mojiang, with a faint smile and a little more gratitude, for this training ground, and for this bowl of water.

Although, Feng Mojiang is probably because as the ancestor of the Feng Group, he can't see her wasting her time and wants to train her to be the blade of the country, so he will do his best, right?

When he came out, Ye Jiujiu was floated out by Feng Mojiang, but he went back......

Ye Jiujiu stood downstairs, looked up at the second floor, took a deep breath, took a few steps back, and rushed up violently.

With a "bang", Ye Jiujiu's whole person hit the wall, and then, slowly sliding down, falling to the ground.

One more time......

In the days to come, I will have to climb the wall every day, climb the wall......

Why is this word so unpleasant?

Ye Jiujiu took a few more steps backwards and rushed towards the wall, better than the previous times, this time, only a little bit closer, he was able to reach the windowsill on the second floor.

However, the consequence of this little bit is that once again the fart pigu stock suffers.

Ye Jiujiu's face turned a little pale with pain, but the strength to not admit defeat was also stimulated at the same time, and she didn't believe it, this small wall could still stop her?

Finally, after another half an hour, Ye Jiujiu finally climbed onto the windowsill of his house in a rather ugly posture and climbed in.

On the opposite side of Ye Jiujiu's room, a black shadow was always watching her, including her stubbornness in falling down again and again, getting up again and again, and her unwillingness to admit defeat when muttering to herself.

It wasn't until she managed to reach his room that he breathed a sigh of relief, and every time she fell, he would think, if she didn't forget it, she was just a weak girl, and even if she didn't learn these skills, he could still protect her.

But every time he thought like that, her sad look would come to his mind, what if it was like her in her previous life?