Similarly, the better the Deadwood tribe, the better the Musen will be. So this time he decided to strip naked and shouted to everyone, "Come on, squeeze me dry." ”

The news that Mu Sen was going to train the people of the Deadwood Tribe, spread like the wind throughout the Tianhui Tribe, and countless small and medium-sized forces and even many warriors of the Tianhui tribe were envious. With the passage of time, the things Mu Sen did in Qingyang City have long been known to people.

This is a demon who can talk about soldiers!

What, you don't believe?

Haven't you seen the Xiongqu Battalion and the Jiazi Squad that just left?

Compared with the envy of the warriors of other forces, the warriors of the Deadwood Tribe show more pride, the kind of pride that walks with the wind.

"Komori said that he would teach all his skills, what do you think he will teach first?"

"It's supposed to be a soldier. I didn't expect that our dead wood could produce such a demon as Komori, this is a soldier! I heard that many main city-level forces do not have the existence of soldiers!"

"But then again, who taught Komori the book of the Art of War, could it be that he couldn't figure it out himself?"

"Hmph! Komori is so demonic, can't it be that he figured it out himself?!"

"I'm just saying that, I also think that we Komori Eight Wilderness Liuhe can do anything. ”

......

Countless Deadwood Clansmen were flushed, expecting and nervously waiting for Mu Sen's special training.

At this time, the Mu Da Sacrificial Wine, which was eagerly awaited by countless people, was assigning tasks to Wei Ling and a few others, "Zero, you go and guide the tribe's hunting team. Let's not talk about the rest for the time being, let's raise a few points in the long-range strike first. ”

"Xiao Lizi, as a good grandson, you have dabbled in a lot of exercises, and you know more about this aspect. During this time, it is estimated that many clansmen will change their cultivation of Xuan-level exercises, and you should give me some advice. ”

"Xiao Luozi, what about you, the main thing is to help with sparring and improve their actual combat ability. And in the process of actual combat, find problems and correct them. ”

"Leng Nan, you mainly hone everyone's willpower through music. ”

......

Mu Sen took a sip of the tea on the table, moistened his throat and continued, "This hunt for the Hundred Clans will not end in a short time, so we have plenty of time to train everyone. My tentative deadline is half a month, and then half a month later, we will go back into the wilderness. ”

After finishing speaking, Mu Sen thought about it, there should be nothing missing. So he looked at the Wei Ling people who were listening carefully and said, "I don't have anything to say here, do you have anything else to add?"

Well, a good leader is to check and fill in the gaps.

"Xiao Sen, can you use any method during special training?" Li Huairuo was the first to speak, and there was an impatient look in his eyes, like a male lion before the hunt, looking palpitating.

Looking at Li Huairuo's expression, Mu Sen couldn't help but mourn for many clansmen, this young man wants to vent all the abuse suffered by the martial arts department. But......

I like it! Jade is not cut into a tool, people do not learn and do not know righteousness, do not experience a thousand tribulations, and still want to be as loose and upright? Dream it! So Mu Sen smiled and nodded, "Of course." ”

"Hehe......" Seeing Mu Sen agree, Li Huairuo clenched his fists and let out a meaningless laugh.

"Xiao Sen, how do we arrange shifts?" Wang Jian opened his mouth, like a clear spring flowing, extremely gentle.

Jealous of this golden warm man, Mu Sen said, "I have asked the leaders to simply classify the clansmen by combining various factors such as men and women, cultivation, and weapons. When the time comes, everyone will lead the special training separately. ”

"Well, good. Wang Jian smiled, and the gentleness on his face became even richer, as if the clear spring was about to flow out.

"Komori, what about me?

Looking at Huai Xia with an eager face, Mu Sen smiled, and then said in a particularly serious tone, "You, you are in charge of a task that is more important than everyone else. ”

"What's it?what?" Huai Xia's face was full of excitement, like a child who had just been praised.

"Beautiful as a flower. ”

......

After a deep teaser of Huaixia, the special training for the deadwood people was decided. Everyone has their own division of labor and performs their own duties.

The next day, in a temporary square, Mu Sen, Wei Ling, Li Huairuo, Wang Jianluo, Leng Nan Huaiyun, and Huai Xia stood side by side on the high platform, and below was a dense crowd of dead wood.

"Ahem......" Kimori cleared his throat.

In an instant, all the Deadwood Warriors turned their eyes to Mu Sen, waiting for him to speak.

Facing everyone's blazing eyes, Mu Sen waved his right hand suddenly, looking very imposing. He opened his mouth suddenly, and everyone stared.

"Okay, don't say much, just do it!" Mu Sen shouted.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then a warrior shouted, "!"

"!"

"!"

......

The momentum of a group fight rushed straight into Xiao Han, and many warriors from other tribes who were watching from a distance either frowned, admired, or didn't know why, but in the end, all their emotions turned into one sentence, "Do ......"

Disagree with the same word, the same life, different ways of living.

Seeing that the clansmen were almost encouraged by themselves, Mu Sen pressed down on his hand and motioned for everyone to be quiet. Under Mu Sen's gesture, the noisy crowd gradually calmed down, like the tide gradually receding.

After a few moments, a pin drop could be heard, and Mu Sen spoke, "Begin." ”

As soon as Mu Sen's words fell, countless bright eyes gathered in the dead wood crowd, as if the sun had risen, shining unstoppably.

The breeze under Wei Ling's feet is entangled, rising out of thin air, stepping out, there are ripples everywhere, the wind is quiet, and the rhythm is natural.

Li Huairuo's long sword came out of the sheath, drawing a wave of qi in the sky that stretched for more than ten miles, and he was full of sharp momentum, like a peerless sword that could open the world.

Wang Jianluo smiled gently, and an immeasurable golden light suddenly bloomed on his body, covering a radius of several zhang. He walked slowly towards the crowd of dead wood, his steps were light, and his clothes were fluttering, like an immortal descending from the sky.

Leng Nan Huaiyun gently stroked the qin, the flowers bloomed, the grass and trees grew wildly, the clouds in the sky gathered and changed, and finally formed a gorgeous neon, the peaceful light shone, and there was light everywhere.

......

As Wei Ling and the others showed their magical powers, the eyes of the many martial artists in the dead wood grew bigger and bigger, and the tremors in their hearts made their bodies tremble a little. It's not fear, it's excitement. As an inferior tribe, the warriors of the dead wood have never been afraid of hardship, what they are afraid of is that there is no chance, there is no hope, so no matter how small the light is, it is precious to them, and this time......

"They are all the sun. "There is a dead wood warrior who meditates in his heart. The top combat power of the Deadwood Tribe is only the foundation building period, and it is the kind of foundation building period that has been accumulated over the years. And these friends of Komori ......

It can be a pride of heaven.

They bowed down to Wei Ling and the others, their faces were solemn, their eyes were clear, "Hello instructor!"