Tang Yi straightened his waist and looked straight.

"He..."

"The young sect master of the Tang Sect, the chief coach of the training team."

Qin Yan pouted and asked in a low voice.

"Then he's good, or is his husband good?"

Tang Yi smiled, instantly understanding her thoughts.

He took a deep breath, his head held high, and he was full of breath.

"Of course your husband is amazing."

Women like powerful men, and they also love to compare, Tang Yi is the best in her heart, it is difficult to accept, in the same sect, there are men who are better than their husbands.

In Lausanne Park, outside an abandoned villa, a group of people gathered around a bonfire, laughing and eating hot pot.

In the afternoon, Tao Tao caught a wild boar cub in the depths of the woods, just in time to give everyone a tooth sacrifice.

The life of the training team is hard, the material conditions are limited, coarse clothes and food, eating bran and swallowing vegetables, has become the norm, a bite of meat dishes, have become a luxury, this little wild boar, enough to have fifty or sixty pounds, enough for everyone to replenish oil and water, a good meal.

Except for Tang Yun, the rest of them are there.

During the team's field training, from 8 to 5 in the morning, eat a big pot of rice, sleep in the park, eat and drink in the wind, and work hard.

Tang Yun, as the deputy whip, enjoys the privilege of going back every night.

But her approach caused dissatisfaction among everyone.

Why is there such a big gap between people?

Chu Ming, as the chief coach, eats and lives with the team, does not engage in specialization, she is good, pinch off work, and don't stay for a minute, since the field training, fresh clothes and food, live in a mansion, and have not eaten a big pot of rice.

Tao Tao and they also deliberately left her for dinner.

But in the blink of an eye, the woman was gone.

Chu Ming always put the mass foundation in the first place.

As the saying goes, those who win the hearts of the people win the world.

Even if he occupied the two female team members during training, he wiped them out a little and ate them all up, and he was mercenary. But in other aspects, he is strict with himself, conscientious, leading by example, upholding ethics, carrying the banner, and setting an example. Under his wise leadership, the members of the training team have undergone tremendous changes in their mental outlook, all of them are yellow-skinned and thin, weather-beaten, but their eyes are very bright, and they are a little more, and the pioneers of the older generation are magnificent.

There is only one point, which makes everyone puzzled, Chu Ming eats and lives with the team, and the others have lost a lot of weight, but he has become rich, gaining more than ten pounds, becoming more and more white and fat, and the dragon spirit is fierce.

In the firelight, Chu Ming's face was red and his ears were hot, and his eyes were hazy.

He held a wine glass in one hand and chopsticks in the other, and in the crowd, he blew loudly.

"Later..."

"I told her to go west, but she didn't dare to go east."

"As long as I'm in one day."

"That woman..."

"It is impossible to ride on the heads of the brothers."

The crowd erupted in applause again.

Whether they believe it or not, since the young sect master said so, they should be praised and given face.

They are also strange that in the past few days, Tang Yun has changed a lot, no longer commanding and domineering, but taciturn, low-key and introverted, with a bad mental outlook, depressed, depressed, and arrogant in the past.

Could it be that as Chu Ming said, he solved Tang Yun's problem?

There are constantly people toasting Chu Ming, flattering, and flattering.

The current situation is clear and clear, although I don't know what means the young sect master used to make Tang Yun comply? But the battle between the two, with open guns and hidden arrows, deceived and deceitful, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that Chu Ming won a complete victory.

The young sect master is now in the limelight for a while, and only by holding on to this big tree can he have a foothold.

Chu Ming's face was like a tide, his torso was straight, and he listened to everyone's praise, and he fluttered for a while.

Tang Yi's heart was clear, he didn't think that Chu Ming could handle Tang Yun.

Probably the sect master talked to her, and the woman restrained a little.

This woman is extremely strong and ruthless, even he is afraid of three points, but Chu Ming takes all the credit and takes all the credit to himself, so he is so happy and famous, it is inevitable that he will look ugly.

Tang Yi is a shrewd person, familiar with military books, knows how to protect himself, and advances by retreating, today's sect, Tang Yun has been suppressed, and his identity as a senior brother has become a hot potato, too conspicuous, and if he is not careful, he may become the next one and be liquidated. So after he returned to the team, he was unusually low-key, and he was very different from the past.

It can be said that the identity of the senior brother has existed in name only, and he has no autonomy to enter and leave the camp.

Chu Ming is the desire of the sect, although his strength is not good, it is far inferior to him, and Tang Yun is the same, he does not see the peculiarity of the young sect master, the undisciplined martial arts, the three-legged cat kung fu, just like a child playing at home, without thinking, it is not good to say, there is no difference between it and the reckless man of the village, the primitive savage.

But there is an old saying, the one who knows the times is Junjie, even if Chu Ming peeps at him and his family, he is extremely angry, angry and bloody, and chooses to endure the humiliation and burden, as if nothing happened.

It's like a brother cuckolding you, and you still smile to cater to you.

Tang Yi made a generous statement, justifiably arrogant, and boasted to Chu Ming for a while, elevating it.

"The young sect master is a young talent, young and promising, heroic, and ambitious, who can reduce Tang Yun's arrogance and fierceness, must have his profound skills, excellent skills, and outstanding talents, personality charm, which is the benchmark for our generation and a model for learning."

"The Five Continents Conference is coming, we should take the young sect master as an example, fight angrily, and achieve great results."

He took a glass of wine and drank it all.

Everyone was stunned and slightly stunned, is the young sect master so powerful? These are the words in the mouth of the senior brother, Jinkou Yuyan, a thousand words, I didn't have time to think about it, and a group of people broke out into thunderous applause, which lasted for a long time.

Chu Ming's eyes were drunk, his face was ruddy, and he was even more floating.

Even the senior brother praised him like this.

Who else? Can he shake his position in the training team and the sect?

Tang Yun is now firmly controlled by him, with the video in hand, the woman will never turn over, and there is even a senior brother who has a name, and the training team is up and down, he is the only one, and he is the only one.

"Hahahaha..."

"Good, good, good!"

Chu Ming was strong and heavy, patted Tang Yi on the shoulder, and said three good in a row, a pair of wild eyes, between the firelight jumping, blazing.

"Young Sect Master, come, do it!"

Tang Yi's face twitched, but he greeted him with a smile, took a glass of wine, greeted Chu Ming warmly, drank it all, his eyes turned, and while others were not paying attention, he turned around and spit it out.

Seeing that Chu Ming was drunk and dying, and he was about to die, Tang Yi was determined in his heart, and he was ready to slip away, just a fire was needed to put down this mess.

At this moment, he was already absent-minded, the drunkard did not mean to drink, and his soul floated home, full of his wife's cos.

What is she wearing tonight?

As the bonfire flickered, his face turned crimson, and before he knew it, a tent had been erected under his abdomen.

He had more than a dozen drinks with Chu Ming tonight, and he was the most active of all of them.

Chu Ming held a lettuce head, and ate it into his stomach with the steaming spiciness.