After Feng Mo came down from the upper floor, he directly took Ye Jiujiu down to the basement, Ye Jiujiu was stunned, if she really carried out such a high-intensity training in her current condition, she would really die, swallowing her saliva, Ye Jiujiu said more sideways: "Boss Feng, have you studied medicine?" The technique of bandaging just now is very clever. ”

In other words, I'm injured, and you just bandaged it......

"Hmm." Feng Mo will bow his head slightly.

The reminder obviously had no effect, Ye Jiujiu bit her lip, forget it, let's die, she strode forward and walked towards the training ground.

Feng Mojiang stretched out his hand and grabbed Ye Jiujiu's arm, Yingting's eyebrows frowned slightly, making his face even more grim, frozen for thousands of miles: "What are you doing?" ”

"Training." Ye Jiujiu looked at Feng Mojiang quietly and said quietly.

She had resigned herself to her fate.

Feng Mojiang was slightly stunned, remembering what he had said, his face sank: "Your leg is injured, don't do high-intensity training today, you come with me." ”

Don't do high-intensity training? Ye Jiujiu obediently followed.

The basement level is not only the training ground outside, but also the shooting training, which is not gun shooting, but knife shooting.

"For ordinary people, the lethality of cold weapons is not as good as that of guns, but if cold weapons are trained to the extreme, their lethality is far better than that of guns, and it is more loyal than guns." Although Feng Mojiang's tone is cold, the speed of his speech is neither fast nor slow, and the distance between words is also the best spacing, which can make people who listen to it also calm down.

Ye Jiujiu nodded silently, guns sometimes jam, but knives definitely not.

Of course, the premise is to practice to the extreme, to the extreme to be faster than the speed of the gun, so that it can have the value of a cold weapon.

Otherwise, it's still inferior to a gun.

"Before your wounds heal, practice throwing knives." Feng Mo made a decision and decided on the training that Ye Jiujiu would have to do in the next ten days.

"Okay." Ye Jiujiu's eyes burst into excitement, but anything that could make her stronger could make her extremely excited.

Feng Mojiang suddenly had a flying knife in his hand, and he didn't know where he conjured it from, and the flying knife seemed to appear in his hand out of thin air.

With a slight movement of the wrist, the slender fingers did not make any movement, and the flying knife flew out, hitting the bull's-eye, leaving only the handle of the knife exposed, which shows its great strength.

"Throw a knife with the strength of your wrist, aim with the power of your fingers, and remember, your hands are your eyes." After Feng Mojiang said a word, he handed the flying knife to Ye Jiujiu: "You try it." ”

Ye Jiujiu was injured in her left shoulder, so practicing the flying knife with her right hand actually had no effect, but she kept standing and made the injury on her leg a little unbearable.

"You sit and practice." Feng Mo said.

"Huh?" Practicing flying knives is such a serious thing, can you still sit and practice?

"Whether you're sitting, standing or lying down, you have to hit, 100 percent hit, and if you can't hit just because you change positions, then you don't have to practice throwing knives." Feng Mo said indifferently.

In this way, of course, Ye Jiujiu couldn't stand anymore, she sat down, calmed down, sank her dantian, and tried her best to be as Feng Mo Jiang said, taking her hands as her own eyes, two points and one line, aiming, and launching.