Looking at Wednesday and his backbones, Borg Langdon was anxiously walking back and forth, but he didn't know how to stop the fighting, after all, two hundred people were mixed together, there was no absolute strong man or more people to maintain order, and it was not easy to make these people stop.

At this time on Wednesday, there was no time to guess what Borg Langdon was thinking, but he took the 200 people to flicker in the training ground, flickered away, and took the 200 people to their exhaustion, and many people finally squeezed to Wednesday's side, and before they could make a move, they were kicked away by Wednesday twice. And a large part of the swordsmen didn't touch Wednesday's side at all, but just ran over with the large army, and they couldn't find Wednesday's position on the periphery at all, so they could only follow their comrades around.

After a scuffle, the physical strength and fighting spirit of some swordsmen were almost exhausted. After all, some of these swordsmen are only high-level swordsmen, and under Wednesday's blows and strenuous exercise, the consumption rate of physical strength and fighting qi is relatively fast. As the time dragged on, more and more people fell behind, and in the end, more than half of them broke away from the main army, and only fifty or sixty people remained in pursuit of Wednesday's siege.

Seeing this situation, Wednesday laughed and stopped retreating, took the initiative to attack, and opened his legs and added a little internal force to slam on the remaining swordsmen, making their fighting qi consume faster, and also making them feel pain, but it only caused them some contusions.

When Wednesday kicked a swordsman away with a beautiful chain kick, he stood in place and snorted, "How's it going?"

At this time, Borg Langdon hurriedly ran over and applauded: "Mr. Tolan is amazing, this leg skill is simply amazing, I think even Wednesday on Constan's side is nothing more than that." Maybe the leg skills are not as good as Mr. Tolan," after complimenting, he pointed to the paralyzed swordsman with some hesitation and asked worriedly, "Mr. Tolan, are they all right?"

Wednesday smiled lightly, "Do I seem like the kind of person who doesn't count when he talks? I said that if I only use "Serial Lost Legs", I won't use other means, they just use up their fighting energy and internal strength." You can recover after a while, don't worry," he said with a smile and a compliment, "Although the strength of these people is not very strong, they have a good sense of battle, and if they are replaced by others, it may be really difficult to deal with them." ”

Hearing Wednesday say that those swordsmen were fine, Borg Langdon secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then smiled, "That's it." Speaking of this kind of hand-to-hand combat, you are definitely one of the best in the world, sir," it seems that Borg Langdon was really shocked to shoot Wednesday's horses like this. Compared to the melee combat power, Greg Romeo of Fox City is certainly no worse than Wednesday, and when the speed and strength reach a certain level, in fact, the skill can be ignored. The importance of skill can only be revealed if it is about the same level, if the strength is too bad. No matter how good the skill is, it is useless.

That's how it was on Wednesday, not to mention the legendary sword god. Even those great swordsmen are not something that can be dealt with lightly on Wednesday, and the ability of the great swordsmen to attack is not comparable to Wednesday. If it were a great sword master here, facing more than 200 people, it would be a matter of a few minutes, one sword or even several swords, and they would all be cut down in a while. Definitely sharper than Wednesday.

But Wednesday didn't bother to say this to Borg Langdon, and said with a slight smile: "Mr. Langdon said that he laughed, there are so many strong players in this world, maybe the old man in your kitchen with a big teapot who has nothing to do every day is a super strong, what am I worth?"

Borg Langdon laughed. Then he pointed to the swordsmen and said, "Now they should be able to obey the management of the sir, and please train them well." ”

Wednesday nodded, "This is natural," he said as he shouted to regroup the swordsmen, "You know the power of this leg technique, right? I'll tell you the truth, if you can really practice this leg technique to my level, then the combat power combined with your fighting spirit may be stronger than mine," he snorted, "As long as you are willing to listen to my arrangement, and you will have to work hard." ”

"Sir, we were wrong before, please punish us, and we will never slack off in the future," the swordsman who was still in the lead stood up and said.

Wednesday nodded, "That's the best, it's your own anyway," he said and shouted: "Okay, let's start, let's warm up first, and then practice the routine." This time, Wednesday's words were very effective, and when the words fell, these swordsmen did not have the slightest objection, but began to run laps and pull their legs for warm-up training with great interest.

Seeing this, Borg Langdon gave a thumbs up to Wednesday, "Mr. Tolan really has a set of training skills, which makes them obedient." ”

Wednesday laughed, "This is Mr. Langdon, your prestige is high, otherwise I will be able to fight for nothing," said and complimented: "These people's Su zhì is really good, if you can give me a year, I can definitely train them into a team that I want." ”

"A year?" Borg Langdon muttered slightly, then looked up at Wednesday, "Really?"

Wednesday was stunned in his heart, could it be that this Borg Langdon really wants to give himself a year to train these soldiers? Thinking of this, he nodded and said with a sincere face: "One year is enough, after all, they don't need to cultivate internal skills, they only learn various skills, and they will soon see results," he said and deliberated: " In fact, one year is quite a lot of time, I said that one year is including weapons training, when I was in Washworth, I once saw Wednesday use weapons in battle, I have recently been pondering Wednesday's skills, give me a little more time, I can write a more suitable set of weapons routines to promote. ”

Speaking of this, Wednesday said excitedly: "Mr. Langdon, think about it, if the swordsmen are not only very skilled in hand-to-hand combat when fighting, but also skilled in using weapons, do you think about how strong their combat strength should be......?

Borg Langdon's eyes slowly lit up when he heard Wednesday's words, "Sir, you, what you said is true?"

Wednesday nodded, "Of course it's true, I even suspect that Wednesday has already started similar training on Constan's side, after all, his cultivation is deeper than mine." ”

"This ......" Thinking of the pressure from Constan's side, Borg Langdon gritted his teeth and nodded vigorously, "Mr. Tolan, then I will entrust these two hundred men to you, and I must train them well, and I must not let Constan's side take the upper hand." ”

Wednesday laughed, "Don't worry, Mr. Langdon, if you want me to compare with Wednesday, I may indeed be inferior to him, but if you train soldiers, the result is really hard to say," he said and waved his hand, "Wait for my good news," After finishing speaking, he ignored Borg Langdon and walked directly to the middle of the swordsmen who began to practice the routine, and instructed them in their movements.

After these swordsmen saw Wednesday's strength, although they didn't have much respect for Wednesday, they still had some awe, especially after thinking about Wednesday's strength. It is almost the nature of all human beings to fear the strong, not to mention that these swordsmen are still waiting for Wednesday to teach them how to use this "Serial Lost Legs".

After a few more days, the enthusiasm of these swordsmen waned, after all, the attraction of this kind of painted pie was really not too strong until the actual benefits were seen. On the contrary, Borg Langdon was fascinated by the oversized pie drawn on Wednesday and came to inspect it almost every day, apparently eager to see the beautiful scene described on Wednesday sooner.

Unfortunately, the painted bread could never satisfy his hunger, and no matter how eager Borg Langdon was, he could only slowly boil it day by day.

On Wednesday, as soon as the swordsmen had finished warming up, it began to rain heavily, and they had no choice but to stop training. After spending half a day in the lounge until the rain had subsided a little, I found an umbrella and returned to the small courtyard of Bichel. It's just that as soon as I entered the yard, I saw Ida holding a hoe in the yard, and her body was soaked with rain.

Seeing where Ida was standing, Wednesday's heart tightened, "Ada, what are you doing?"

Ida grinned when she saw Wednesday returning, "Mr. Tolan, I see a lot of rain under it, and I'm thinking about digging another sink in the yard. ”

Wednesday's heart moved and deliberately showed some nervousness, "Forget it, it's not good to be wet, go back quickly," said with a frown as if he was going to be angry.

Seeing this, Ida covered her mouth and smiled lightly: "It turns out that Mr. Tolan knows that it hurts people," said and put down the hoe and said, "Since this is the case, then I won't do it for the time being, listen to Mr. You," said and took Wednesday's umbrella and big sword and asked, "Why did Mr. come back at this time?"

Wednesday coughed, "It's too chaotic in the training ground, thinking about coming back to practice." ”

"Well, I'll help my husband change his clothes," Ida chuckled, "I've cleaned up in the bedroom, and I'm going to practice now, sir?"

Wednesday deliberately muttered, "Let's eat something first," and suddenly changed his words, "Well, I'll teach you a new way to eat, which is said to be very popular in Constein," and instructed Ada and Betty to prepare the ingredients for the stove, and he adjusted some sauces himself, and then ate hot pot with the two maids.

But it's just a matter of eating hot pot, but Wednesday has been pulling Ida and Betty around. And Ida and Betty didn't say anything else, just accompanied Wednesday to talk nonsense. This lunch, which lasted from noon to night, and after eating it with dinner, Wednesday smiled and said, "Okay, go to bed early, it seems that the rain will not stop for a while." (To be continued......)