Suddenly woke up, and Song Lanjiang, who was asleep, got up and sat up suddenly, gasping for breath.

After calming down, Song Lanjiang walked out of the broken brick kiln, the cold air hit his whole body, and he looked up at the sky when it was still in Yin, the time was still early, and he was relieved.

Sure enough, last night, the blood-colored space pulled Song Lanjiang in his sleep again, and practiced the basic knife technique countless times, savagely controlling Song Lanjiang's body to practice over and over again.

The difference is that Song Lanjiang later took back control of his body for a period of time, which should have been relaxed, but the pain also came with it.

The blood-colored space evolved into a black figure this time, and he was also holding a straight knife with Song Lanjiang and practicing with him.

The black shadow used the same basic knife technique as Song Lanjiang, and with a false move, Song Lanjiang reacted inappropriately, and his head was cut off.

One move to cut off the head, one move to poke the heart, one move to break the arm, one move to cut the waist, in the blood-colored space Song Lanjiang will not die, and will soon return to normal, but the fear of death, pain, horror and other emotional torture Song Lanjiang is about to go out of mind.

was cut off with a knife, and his eyes could still watch his body spurt blood, if it weren't for Song Lanjiang's usual calmness, he would have gone crazy if he was an ordinary person.

For the whole night, Song Lanjiang did not block the black shadow's move, and the blood-colored space made him firmly remember the experience of this night with his body, the magic knife was so barbaric.

Thinking of Aisha's admonition, Song Lanjiang didn't want to wake up the little girl, so he practiced Shaller's alchemy in front of the dark broken brick kiln.

With the painful experience of the blood-colored space, Song Lanjiang can easily treat his body as if his body is no longer his own, and accurately complete every action.

After completing it ten times in a row, Song Lanjiang was already sweating profusely, turned around and entered the broken brick kiln, put on the clothes that had been baked all night, and fed Xiaoya well.

Song Lanjiang didn't take any more alleys today, chose an avenue, lowered his head, and walked quickly towards Lao Mo Tavern.

In the morning, the streets did not change because of the death of people last night, they were still like that, the early stalls were already steaming and began to prepare food, and people came and went towards their respective goals of work.

"Song Lanjiang, today you have to prepare for hardships!!" As soon as Song Lanjiang entered the backyard of Lao Mo's tavern, he heard the shouts of Aisha standing in the martial arts arena.

The people who came and went in the back academy turned their eyes on Song Lanjiang.

Song Lanjiang still didn't like the feeling of being watched by everyone, and now he had no choice but to hold his little teeth and walk towards the martial arts arena.

Today's school field is a little different, the samurai are not like yesterday, riding horses, polishing their bodies, there is no whistling, and it is better to be quiet.

The school field is very quiet, the samurai are all dressed in black, wearing black leather armor, the important parts are wrapped in metal, wearing helmets to cover their faces, they can't see their faces, they hold a small round shield with a big palm in their left hand, and they wield a scimitar in their right hand, quickly slashing and attacking and defending, their movements are dazzling, with a mysterious rhythm, and every knife in their hands is not far from the vital point, looking like a solemn atmosphere.

The most wonderful thing is that the small round shield in their hands flies up and down, blocking the rapid slashing of the scimitar, the small shield dances impermeable, not only can it be defended, but it can also be used to counterattack with the scimitar in his hand.

"This is the sword and shield technique of the Immortal Samurai Order. ”

Aisha saw Song Lanjiang coming over step by step, so she simply walked to Song Lanjiang's side by herself.

"Immortal Warrior Regiment?" Song Lanjiang asked suspiciously.

"The foundation of the family caravan, you can compete with them in the future. Aisha said to Song Lanjiang with a smile.

“....... Okay, later. "After being killed so many times in the blood-colored space, Song Lanjiang has indeed increased some courage, this is in the past, Song Lanjiang will definitely refuse, is his face useful?

"Then let's get ready to start today, and give the little tooth to Arthur first. ”

Nodding and handing the little tooth to Ah Tu behind Aisha, Song Lanjiang looked at Ah Tuo's caring look when he took the little tooth, and he felt relieved in his heart.

"Song Lanjiang, in order for you to successfully pass the selection of the reserve samurai group in three months, you have to step up your body refining. ”

After speaking, Aisha pointed to a huge stone mill in the corner.

Song Bar Jiang looked at the stone mill, the stone mill was higher than the top of Song Bar River's head, and the thick iron pillar of the bowl mouth passed through the middle, and it was huge and heavy to look at.

"Song Lanjiang, today you are going to push this stone mill and level the school field. ”

Ayisha showed her silver teeth, smiled evilly, stretched out her hand to count, and said, "You still have to do the shalter alchemy twenty times, and swing the iron rod five hundred times, and if you can't finish it, you won't be able to catch breakfast." ”

"Why is breakfast ......" Song Lanjiang was a little flustered when he heard that it had something to do with breakfast.

"Yesterday, Song Bajiang, you are especially able to eat, and it has spread that Ayisha thinks this will make you work harder. ”

Aisha winked mischievously at Song Lanjiang.

"Hmm. Song Lanjiang nodded in response, not wasting time, and walked straight to the stone mill.

Grabbing the thick iron rod of the bowl with both hands, Song Lanjiang used force under his feet, held his breath and pushed it, and the stone grinder shook forward and retreated.

Aisha saw that Song Lanjiang was deflated, and laughed out loud and said, "Haha, Song Lanjiang, it's not right for you to exert force like this, adjust your breathing, exhale when you exert force, you sink your center of gravity, and your legs and waist drive your arms to exert force, you try again." ”

Song Lanjiang heard Aisha's guidance, nodded hurriedly, his face was solemn, his whole body sank downward, his feet and waist were exerted at the same time, his arms exploded and pushed hard, and the stone mill finally rolled forward.

Of course, the ground is not flat, Song Lanjiang has to use all his strength for every step, and he has to control the stone mill not to fall backwards because of the angle, and push more than ten steps in a row, Song Lanjiang felt that his arms were trembling and sore.

Song Lanjiang came up ruthlessly, and the persistence cultivated over the years made Song Lanjiang not give up, and walked very slowly step by step, but the stone grinding was advancing.

The time of a stick of incense passed, and Song Lanjiang pushed the stone mill through the two-percent size of the school field, his whole body was steaming, and he could see dripping sweat wherever he walked.

The people who found the huge stone mill and the thin Song Lanjiang on the school field were all amazed by this impactful picture, and no one who had just practiced martial arts would use such a great intensity to exercise.

In just a stick of incense, Song Lanjiang didn't know how many times he felt that his physical strength had been exhausted, and a voice in his heart told him to give up, but he didn't stop in the end, and pushed the stone mill forward step by step.

After another two sticks of incense, Song Lanjiang's mind was already blank, and only one thought always inspired him..............