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In the school, everyone was sitting in distress, watching Wu Yuanfeng on the podium earnestly. The atmosphere did not dare to take a breath, for fear that he would be punished if he angered him.

Wu Yuanfeng remained the same, always acting as if everyone owed him money.

"The new stage of training has already begun. I read your receipt report in the Monster Beast Paradise. It is too general. Compared to your senior brothers and sisters, it is simply the worst session I have ever brought!"

Muyang's ears suddenly felt itchy, he was too familiar with these words, it was like returning to the middle school days!

In fact, everyone knows that Wu Yuanfeng's remarks deliberately belittle them. In fact, Chen Yingzhi has said that their performance is very good and deserves recognition.

When Wu Yuanfeng got here, it became bad, and he probably just wanted to find an excuse to commit violence.

Sure enough, Wu Yuanfeng led them all to the yard outside after giving them a stern sentence.

The gate of the school today is not the same as usual. It was just a clearing before. Now there are some iron pillars on this clearing.

"Everyone chooses an iron stake at will." Wu Yuanfeng said solemnly.

Although they didn’t know what they were going to do, everyone still did it. Mu Yang carefully measured the iron stake, and it was as high as his calf, but there was still a hard iron plate underneath it, which was a bit like the stake used for making tools before. .

After everyone had chosen, Wu Yuanfeng greeted for a while, and one after another black sledgehammers flew towards everyone’s feet. The hammer was a little bit bigger. The handle of the hammer had to be one metre long, and the head of the hammer was more than a person’s. The head is two laps bigger.

Wu Yuanfeng strolled in front of them with his hands behind his back, and said with a playful smile: "Today's task is actually very simple. Hold a hammer against this iron pile and hit a hundred strokes."

Mu Yang was stunned, and he didn't react for a while, just a hundred times? In usual refining classes, they just practiced the technique and waved more than a hundred times.

Could it be that Wu Yuanfeng's conscience discovered today that he wants to relieve them? impossible! It's impossible! Wu Yuanfeng would not be so kind, there must be a ghost.

With full suspicion, Mu Yang held the hammer handle with his right hand. When he was about to lift it up, he heard Kong Wei cursing not far away: "I wipe it! So heavy! That's right!"

weight? Does this hammer look ordinary?

Kong Wei is the strongest among them. What should the others do when they practice the hammer that he can't handle?

Mu Yang didn't believe in this evil, so he tried to mention it, oh, he didn't move it! The hammer is like soldering to the ground.

Mu Yang spread his legs and grabbed the handle of the hammer with both hands, and tried harder again, but still did not move! "Fuck, isn't it? It's so heavy? Did you add some magic circle? I said how could it be so simple. One hundred hits, one hundred hits with such a heavy hammer, your waist will be broken!

After adjusting again, Mu Yang suddenly exploded his spiritual power, gritted his teeth and pulled up. Then he pulled the hammer up, and then lifted it with his legs, exerting force on the waist, and slammed it down.

Clang~

The crisp metal collision shook everyone's eardrums about to break. Mu Yang only felt his hands numb, and even the bones were shaking together.

The disciples stared at Mu Yang's first hammer blankly, and suddenly felt a little soft in his legs. How would he hit this hundred hammers?

This hammer seems to have been specially added to it, and almost everyone can barely swing it with their full strength.

Where is training? It's corporal punishment.

With Mu Yang's example, everyone was gnashing their teeth and finished the first hammer.

Mu Yang waved it five times, and he was too tired. "No, I have to rest, I'm too tired."

Wu Yuanfeng walked in front of him and said with a smile: "You can rest. You can set your own time. When you finish playing a hundred times, you can go back."

Mu Yang gasped and estimated it. At the current speed, without calculating the body's capacity, it is estimated that he would get the afternoon after hitting a hundred hammers.

However, with continuous hits, the body will be greatly shaken, especially the hands and waist, which will definitely be painful. After this calculation, the sun setting may not be completed!

"I'm going to clean my life, Brother Dog, is there any way?"

Brother Gou smiled in disguise and was rolling in the yard, "Ahahaha, there is no way, this old man is terrific, you can fight slowly by yourself, I can't help you."

Mu Yang threw a fist towards the ground angrily, and could only continue to do it. What if he was angry? Don't you have to work obediently?

When the sky was shining with stars, Mu Yang finally finished the last shot, limp on the ground, there was really no extra strength left, his waist aching, and his body was hollowed out.

The friends around him completed their tasks one after another, without exception, all of them were spread on the ground, with no blood on their faces, as if they had died once.

Mu Yang lay on his back on the ground, looking at the stars in the sky, "I swear, I will become stronger in the future~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I must let him suffer this sin too. It's a terrible thing."

The dog brother in the trading space silently clamped his tail between his hind legs.

The reason Mu Yang dared to say such a thing was because Wu Yuanfeng had already left when he was eating. If it weren't for the fear of him observing in secret, who would have done a hundred blows here honestly.

The other disciples were too tired to speak, lying motionless on the ground, like a dead body.

Until the senior brothers and sisters came over at night, they carried them back with a smile and sent them to their respective residences, otherwise they would have to lie here overnight.

After returning to the house, Mu Yang's eyes were dumb, as if she had lost hope of life. Ling Yao couldn't help but laugh when he saw him like this: "Little brother, how is it? Senior sister did not lie to you, elder Very severe."

Mu Yang slowly glanced at her, staring at her sluggishly, and gently moved her lips and said, "Then you never said it would be so miserable."

Ling Yao shook her head helplessly. Although very distressed, this was a hurdle that Mu Yang had to go through. They also came here back then.

"Yesterday I was still thinking about the four elders saying that I can freely spend my free time in the future, but what does it mean to focus on training? Now I understand that shit's free time, I'm grateful to be alive after training."

Ling Yao gave Mu Yang a simple wipe, sitting on the bed and doing a simple massage for him, Mu Yang was more comfortable: "Your pain, sister understands, in fact, it's good to get used to it. Devil training has just begun. , Suddenly adding such a large amount to you is really unbearable, but when you get used to this intensity, it will stimulate your fighting spirit and your potential. This period of time will be a time for your ability to advance by leaps and bounds, so we must Grasp it."