Brother Huo carried an axe and smashed the roots of the tree under the feet of Brother Hard, and the two were about to fight.

Instead of persuading the fight, the mouse also added fuel to the fire: "The old fire, the new shape is good~ hey, hey, hey." ”

Brother Huo took his turn as soon as he axed, and the rat was agile, and he dodged with a short body, "Oh, oh my mother, I'm scared to death." The mouse said, but there was no fear in the slightest.

It's a fight, but it's Brother Huo, who was brushed around by the mouse, and has been greeted by the hard brother's iron fist, but he was kicked by the mouse and the hard brother circle... The people who came with me clapped and cheered on the side, a bit afraid that the world would not be chaotic.

Brother Huo got up strongly, "Grandma, dare to fight with me?"

"Come on, the fool is going to fight you alone. "Hard brother jumped far.

The three of them confronted each other, and then Ha Lu Ha Da Lu laughed. Ling Tian thought to himself, this is a brother.

In the morning, Ling Tian followed the mouse to play the art of blunt axe carving, in the words of the mouse, it was called weapon use precision adjustment. Then he fought hard with the hard brother. There are often people who stand on the tree and make a coax, and the tree is cut down by the hard brother with an axe, and he falls to the ground. Six or seven people played all morning...

"Let's go, brother, take a shower and get ready to go back to the camp~" The mouse beckoned.

"Roar~Let's go, take a bath~" Everyone should drink.

When they came to the edge of the small lake, the group of people stripped off their essence and jumped into the water one after another, Ling Tian stood on the shore and did not move.

Brother Huo was happy: "Little ghost, why don't you come down?" ”

Ling Tian didn't dare to go down even more when he heard this.

"Haha "Brother Hard didn't come with Brother Huo yesterday, so I don't know the reason.

Seeing Ling Tian twist his head, the rat teased: "Ha Luha, this kid is afraid that we will eat him!"

Ling Tian gritted his teeth, stripped naked behind a stone, covered his lower body and walked cautiously to the lake, washing silently with his back to everyone.

"Hey, here's the show, haha. Brother Huo laughed as he spoke, and everyone laughed.

Several people dived into the water, quietly swam to Ling Tian's side, and suddenly got out, Ling Tian was so frightened that he didn't wait for a reaction, he was pulled by everyone's hands and feet, moved quickly in the water, and then was thrown by everyone, flew high in the air, and smashed into the water with a thud, choked enough, and then sank... There was no movement for a long time.

Everyone was puzzled, "I'm just playing, this kid won't really understand water and drown, right?"

"Let you play, play big, right? "I don't know who said it.

The mouse muttered and swam over, just swimming to the middle of the lake near the place where Ling Tian sank, "Ah-" Seeing that the mouse screamed and disappeared, suddenly Ling Tian laughed and came out of the water with a foot.

Everyone laughed, "Ha Lu Ha "Retribution, retribution!"

The crowd swam over and fought in a mess.

Ling Tian carried the artwork he carved back to the camp with everyone, stood the wood carving in the middle of the camp, and looked at it carefully, although the appearance was a little clumsy, but it could still vaguely see the appearance of a black crow.

The black crow walked out of his tent, saw Ling Tian standing in front of the wood carving, and then looked at the wood carving, and there was an emotion other than coldness in his eyes...

"Brother Crow, how is the carving?" Ling Tian asked with a smile.

"Hmm..."The crow muttered a word, and it was kind of a response...

In the afternoon, Brother Leng began to teach Ling Tian to practice swords again, many people were not drinking in the camp tent, and came out to see Brother Leng pointing at Ling Tian, it was so lively.

Seeing that Ling Tian was in a hurry under the guidance of Brother Leng, he used his hands and feet all the time...

"Grandma, did you teach you that yesterday?... Your thorn is a thorn in the cotton?... Turn around and turn around, hey, how can this work, the back door is wide open and someone will split it for you sooner or later... Here, there, there... It's not here, it's there... Chop an egg, you have to sweep here, sweep understand?... You're stupid... Do you just use a sword when you hold a sword?...

"Look at Brother showing you a hand!" Brother Leng really couldn't look down on Ling Tian's clumsy sword throwing. "Brother taught you a set of hooligan swordsmanship today, brother is original..."

Ling Tian nodded hurriedly, thinking that he could finally learn something useful.

Seeing Brother Leng standing still with his sword, his eyes suddenly changed, becoming fierce, in that look, Ling Tian saw thousands of troops and horses in front of Brother Leng's eyes, as if in his own world, there was an army rushing towards him.

Suddenly, he moved, quickly raised the sword high, and then quickly cut it down, this slash, as if all the strength was gathered, there was a small slit on the ground that was not deep, about two fingers long, not like the sword qi of the Qingyun Sect swordsmanship, so how did it cut out? The sword obviously did not fall to the ground, and it was still half a meter high from the ground...

Brother Leng's body moved rapidly, and the sword in his hand was slashed at will, but Ling Tian carefully analyzed it, if it was calculated according to the height of ordinary people, each of Brother Leng's swords would not touch the vital point, either from the top of his head, or on the stomach, or on the thigh, what is this for...

Ling Tian was startled, and two words flashed in his heart, "Barbarian soldier!" That's right, according to the height of the barbarian, every sword stroke was aimed at the brute's eyes, eggs, and calves.

Looking at the dense traces on the ground, Ling Tian finally discovered the mystery, it was not sword qi, it was air, each sword slashed into the air, the air was compressed and impacted by the limit, and the gases seemed to collide with each other, the vibration of the air was transmitted on the ground, and the ground was fiercely pressed out by the air... It's amazing...

Brother Leng saw that Ling Tian had already come to his senses, so he changed to another sword routine.

I saw Brother Leng stabbing a sword towards the sword, his left leg was raised and kicked forward, and when he withdrew the sword, his right foot spun around, and he turned in a circle, and his left leg swept again, followed by another sword cut, and his left leg was recovered at the same time. The whole process is done in one go. "This trick is called unguardable!"

Brother Leng said, his hand was not idle, the sword body in his right hand was cut down and stabbed directly into the middle, and the left hand was a fist from the bottom to the top. "It's a scream!"

The following tricks Ling Tian became more and more speechless the more he looked at it, his eyes were all spent, what "killing chickens and taking eggs", "eggs are exhausted", "sweeping away obstacles", "falling chrysanthemums are unified"... All sorts of unheard-of tricks... The crowd was cheering on the side.

Ling Tian dared to pack the ticket, if any sect fused this set of swordsmanship into the Immortal Cultivation Sword Technique, it would definitely catch people off guard, and the fight was even more invincible in the world.

"Brother Leng, aren't your tricks a bit... It's a bit too scoundrel..."Ling Tian was speechless...

"Do you think that killing someone with a sword is dancing for others to enjoy? If you can't beat someone else and can't take care of themselves, someone else will cut you, and you wonder if it's better for you to die or someone else to die... Let's continue to practice, remember, Lao Tzu is included in the camp with this set of swordsmanship to make the sword first-class, you want to practice for decades, just play to protect yourself. As he spoke, he threw the sword to Ling Tian and lay down on the dry haystack.

Ling Tian looked at Brother Leng with his sword, and he couldn't accept this invincible rogue swordsmanship. "Practice, look at me!" Brother Leng scolded.

... Ling Tian thought about it helplessly, it was good to practice and play, and he was absolutely invincible with the Yin Man... I practiced with what I had just done.

Brother Leng began to scold beside him again, pointing at this and that.

The crow stood in the corner and looked at it for a long time... The sprint group has begun to slowly change...

After dinner, Ling Tian and Chen went out for a run again...

"Brother Chen..."

"How?"

"Thank you. ”

"Thank you, I'll smash your mouth if you say that again..."

"Ha Lu Ha..."

The sun once again showed its face from the east, Ling Tian got up early, stretched his waist out of the camp, and walked to the front of his pocket, at this time, a few people came out of the camp one after another, "Everyone, morning!" Ling Tian said hello.

"Morning, little ghost, hey, it's been a long time since I've gotten up so early. "The air is so good, I feel like my shriveled lungs are filling up a lot!" The few people who came out were a little emotional.

"Do you carry these three pockets for a run every morning?" the man called the black bear asked Ling Tian as he carried the bag full of sand.

"Yes," Ling Tian replied.

"Come on, come on, give a few brothers, let's warm up. The black bear also resisted one from the ground and ran up.

"Let's play too, Lao Li, how about we compare to see who runs more?" "I'm afraid you won't make it!" "I'm here too, I haven't exercised for a long time, and my body is almost finished." "Why don't I have this kind of thing!"

Seven or eight people ran with Ling Tian. When Chen walked out, Ling Tian had already led everyone to run seven laps, Chen smiled and ran with the team...

The black crow didn't go to see the morning exercise of the pioneer camp again today, but looked at the sculpture that Ling Tian brought back...

The sprint group, it's really changed...

Day after day, time flies, the number of people running every morning will increase, and gradually, the people in the sprint group are no longer satisfied with pleasure, and play everywhere with Ling Tian every day, no matter what kind of training, accompanied by them, it becomes very interesting...

Ling Tian's hooligan swordsmanship was almost practiced, and he could already fight with the few people in the group who made the sword, of course, they couldn't stop such a scoundrel's fighting style, and no one wanted to be happy to cut but someone suddenly exploded the chrysanthemum. However, Ling Tian was not yet able to rely on the vibration of the air to leave traces on the ground...

The time of calm and happiness always passes quickly, and finally one morning, the camp tent is very lively, everyone is talking and laughing and eating breakfast when everyone comes back from running, the black crow walks in, and the camp tent is instantly silent, "Tomorrow... Hit..."Everyone shouted and cheered, and the crow looked at everyone, turned around and left...

Everyone immediately went quiet.

Is there another war?" Ling Tian felt a little depressed in his heart again...

"Brothers..."Ling Tian stood up.

All eyes were on him.

"Can you have some wine with me?" Ling Tian asked sincerely...

The crowd looked at each other, but no one answered.

"I'll drink with you!" Chen stood up, poured two glasses of wine, handed one to Ling Tian, touched it, and poured it in...

", bring me a cup!" "Grandma's, I want a cup too!" "Let's drink it too!"

One after another, everyone drank away.

"Brothers, I... I'm a recruit... I'm scared... Afraid of war, afraid of the barbarians rushing over, afraid of dying, afraid of which of my brothers will die ... I toast my brothers, if I die, please remember me!" Ling Tian took a sip and went in.

"What bullshit!" "Bah, what are you talking about bad luck!" "Die an egg!" "You don't care if you die, but Lao Tzu won't die, Ha Luha!" "Ha Luha, I'm afraid of an egg, Ming'er fucked them!" "Yes! Ming'er fucked them!" "Okay! Fuck this cup, Ming'er will kill them!"...

Everyone raised their glasses and drank together...

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