Lu Yuan didn't wait long, Lin Zhiqin came back, and he still carried a bag of things in his hand.

Behind him were three or four tall, strong young men.

It is estimated that they were all temporarily called from the martial arts hall at this time, and two of them were still yawning from noon.

"Huh?"

Lu Yuan unexpectedly saw a familiar face.

It was the guy who was standing at the front desk and chatting with the girl at the front desk when he entered the door.

This man was full of acne, so he had an impression.

The pox-faced man obviously recognized him, Lu Yuan nodded to him as a gesture, but the other party turned his face directly.

"Let's use this first."

Lin Zhiqin flipped the bag in his hand to the ground and poured out a few black sticks more than two feet long.

It's the kind used for security, with a solid steel bar hidden inside and a thick layer of rubber wrapped outside.

How lethal it is

The road is far from being touched and is not clear.

But since Lin Zhiqin brought it, there shouldn't be any problem.

"One for each person, take it yourself."

Lin Zhiqin beckoned a few young people, pointed to Lu Yuan and said to them: "Wait a minute, hit him with this."

But don't hit the vital parts."

"Coach Lin"

A young man with a stump shook the stick in his hand in amazement, "You're not kidding. ”

Lin Zhiqin glanced at him coldly, "If you want to hit you, you will fight, what nonsense!" ”

Then he looked at Lu Yuan and said, "Are you ready?" ”

"Yes."

Lu Yuan moved his body slightly, felt in good condition, and nodded.

"Are you sure you don't wear protective gear?"

"No, you don't."

Lu Yuan glanced at a few young people.

These people are not strong, they are all amateurs of amateurs, and if they really miss or have the intention to hit him at the vital point, he is confident that he can easily dodge.

Fight Drill is Fight Drill Training.

He is not dead.

"Okay."

Lin Zhiqin handed a look to a few young men with sticks, "Let's do it." ”

Although there is a double permission from Lu Yuan himself and Lin Zhiqin, several young people are still hesitant.

After all, this is hitting a person who has nothing to do with you for no reason, no matter what the reason, normal people will have a little psychological disorder.

In the end, it was the acne-faced man who stood up first.

He walked to Lu Yuan with a stick, turned around and glanced at the surveillance on the top of the room, and half-jokingly: "Dude, this is what you asked us to beat, don't rely on us if something happens when you turn around." It's all on camera."

"Hmm."

Lu Yuan nodded, his feet slightly apart, and beckoned to the pox-faced man, signaling him to start at any time.

"Okay."

The acne-faced man's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly raised his hand and hit Lu Yuan's arm with a stick.

Lu Yuan snorted lightly, waved his arms, and said calmly, "Go on." ”

The pox-faced man frowned, followed by another stick.

"Bang-bang-"

The sound of rubber sticks hitting the flesh kept sounding, and the remaining young people were stunned for a moment.

found that Lin Zhiqin had no reaction, so he joined in one after another with sticks.

The thrashing in the room quickly became intense.

"Bang!"

Lu Yuan's waist and abdomen were hit, and he was a little painful.

But for a week, I practiced the Spirit Crane Body every day, feeling the pain of my skin and flesh being torn.

This little pain is nothing to him.

The few people Lin Zhiqin called out did not have much strength, and each hit was only a hundred kilograms of strength.

His fifteen-point physique, coupled with his successful skin training, doesn't care at all.

While enduring the stick blow, Lu Yuan turned up his career panel.

【Crane Body Lv1 (89/100)】

His Spirit Crane body has almost risen to lv2, but his experience points have risen a little slowly in the past two days, so he thought about whether to use some external pressure stimulation.

Lu Yuan's eyes stared at the experience bar of the spirit crane body on the panel.

Suddenly.

The XP jumped from 89 to 90.

"How useful it is?!"

Lu Yuan was overjoyed in his heart, and couldn't help but whisper: "Several, let's get a little more trouble." ”

"Whew-"

A stick shadow whistled, and the sound of breaking the air became noticeably louder.

Lu Yuan gently blocked it with his trapezius muscles, feeling that the strength was still within the bearable range.

When I looked up, I saw the acne-faced man with a pimple on his face again.

At this time, his lips were pursed, and his face was expressionless, just like the polite appearance before.

There was a acne-faced man taking the lead, and the strength and frequency of the other three blows gradually increased.

Lu Yuan seemed to be "beaten", forcibly restraining his desire to do it, and watched the experience of the spirit crane body on the panel rise little by little with bright eyes.

Pain and joy.

That's probably how it feels.

"Bang!"

The pox-faced man slapped a stick on Lu Yuan in front of him.

Feeling the blow transmitted back after the rubber stick hit the opponent's flesh, he unconsciously reflected a bit of happiness in his eyes.

Cool!

Isn't it stupid that there are still people in this world who take the initiative to beg to be beaten!

This is not how to practice martial arts, and Coach Lin's mind is not very clear.

But

Whatever!

Isn't it good for someone to beg to beat him up?

Thinking about it, the pox-faced man went down again.

This time he deliberately aimed at the other party's shoulder, and the rubber stick was wrapped in a solid steel bar.

"Bang!"

Seeing that he was about to hit, the opponent suddenly leaned forward, and the stick finally hit only the muscles behind his shoulder.

It seems to hit a thick tire skin, and it is far from the expected thrill of blowing.

The acne-faced man's heart began to feel slightly unhappy.

"Why don't you dare to hide when I beat you?"

Before I knew it, I was angry in my heart.

"I told you to hide! Tell you to hide again! ”

Prolonged strenuous exercise causes blood to flow faster and blood gases to surge.

Maybe even the acne-faced man himself didn't notice that he was getting more and more ruthless in his heart, and his subordinates were getting stronger and stronger.

There was even a faint bloodshot coming out of both eyes.

This anger sparked a deeper resentment.

The humiliation he had received at the front desk came out in a flash.

"With your face, I can't even gnaw on it with my eyes closed!"

"If the movie ticket is returned to you, you will die of this heart."

The pox-faced man caught a glimpse of Lin Zhiqin's figure in the training room and disappeared for some time.

When I looked back, I saw Lu Yuan's face that was slightly wet with sweat, with clear contours, and was fair and handsome.

The cold and disdainful face of the girl at the front desk flashed in her mind, and every pimple on her face seemed to ache faintly.

A burst of evil thoughts suddenly surged in my heart.

The rubber stick in his hand also quietly changed direction.

"Well, he's handsome, isn't he?"

Handsome?

Handsome mom!

Mean woman!

This little white face. Lao Tzu can hit ten with one hand!!

Thinking about it, the acne-faced man was angry in his eyes, and he hit the head with a stick and hit the head of Lu Yuan in front of him.

"Bang!"

[Your skill Spirit Crane Body is improved, and your experience points are +1]

With a new prompt, Lu Yuan watched as the LV1 logo behind Linghe silently changed into LV2.

Suddenly.

Lu Yuan only felt that his skin suddenly tightened.

The pain of the blow that fell on the body disappeared in an instant.

"Bang-bang-bang-"

His heart slowed down, his voice deepened, and he seemed to feel streams of blood pumping out of it that were thicker than before.

Skin-training is done?!

"Bang!"

"Smack!"

Two sticks in quick succession were struck on his chest and back.

Lu Yuan lowered his head, and could only feel a faint pain, as if he had been accidentally smashed by something inconsequential.

"The pain has been reduced a lot, and my skin seems to have changed a little."

"How much the defense has increased will have to be carefully studied to know."

Lu Yuan thought about it, and was ready to call a few sparring partners to stop.

But at this moment, a stick shadow suddenly roared and struck straight at his door

"Boom!"

A strange voice rang out.

The dense, dull thudding in the room died down.

The movements of all the young sparring partners stopped and looked at the scene in front of them in a daze.

I saw that the handsome young man who asked them to cooperate with the anti-attack training was standing in place with a calm face at this time.

A rubber stick on his forehead was quietly fixed.

And the one holding the end of the stick. is a acne-faced man with a ruthless face.

"Liu Liu Xiangyu, you."

The abrupt voice pulled the acne-faced man back from his immersion.

He woke up from a dream and panicked.

"I didn't pay attention. Missed! ”

The pox-faced man took two steps back abruptly, a little afraid to look into the eyes of others, his eyes flickering.

"He himself told us to focus on it, the force is hard to control, and it's normal to miss occasionally."

"Grass!"

A boy next to him shouted, "Isn't it a dead hand for you!" Didn't you hear what Coach Lin just said?

Dude, are you alright, we'll take you to the hospital! ”

As he spoke, he hurried to check the wound on the young man's forehead in front of him.

Without thinking about it, the young man shook his head and signaled that he was fine.

He's right. You're really lighter."

"Ugh"

A few people were stunned, but the pox-faced man seemed to hear something, and the whole person suddenly became energetic.

"yes, he said it himself, let's start too lightly.

I'm listening to him, but it's not my business."

The pox-faced man hasn't finished his words yet.

I saw the young man in front of me suddenly glance in the direction of the door of the training room.

Then take a deep breath.

The next moment.

"Click-"

With the crisp sound of bones, the muscles on the boy's body surged up like waves, thick green tendons emerged, and his fair skin was slightly red and black

Between breaths, the young man's whole body directly swelled in a circle, changing into a majestic body that was so strong that it was exaggerated.

"Whew-"

The boy's thick python-like arms poked out and reached to the side of the pox-faced man's face.

The big fan-like hands grabbed the back of his neck and head, and pulled him to him.

"Come on."

Even his face was slightly distorted, and the young man, who had changed from handsome to hideous, stretched out his finger and pointed at his forehead.

Condescendingly, face to face look into the eyes of the pox-faced man.

Word by word, he said calmly: "Use your strength to feed."

Then hit it. ”

Suddenly.

The young men in the huge training room were as quiet as if they were dead.

A few seconds later.

"Click-"

It was the sound of rubber sticks falling to the ground.

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