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Chapter 158 Qubi Azhuo's Light【Ask for a monthly ticket】

The face of the little bee in the wooden barrel was pale, and the skin was torn in many places. It was obvious that it had lost too much blood. It seemed that even if it recovered, it needed to be mended.

The wound on the body stopped bleeding quickly, the platelets moved rapidly, and the wound quickly healed.

Zhuang Ming had already turned to leave, and at this time the second person, Yuan Bao, had also arrived in the arena.

With the success of the little bee, they will never let themselves lose. The weakest little bee can persevere to the end. Who of them will say that they can't do it?
Yuan Bao's misery is no less than that of the little bee, and it is as if he has been tortured the most cruelly, with his body bruised and bruised.

There are two people below, 1, 1, 2, 3, 1. The one in front is the order that the seven Thunder Commandos should follow, and the last one belongs to Nie Bing.

The old fox and Harley said the third group, and then Lei Zhan, Yan Wang and Daniel were the fourth group.

The more people there are, the more miserable and chaotic they are. In the final thunder battle, Hades and Daniel looked the worst, because they were beaten the most.

Nie Bing didn't expect that the seemingly simple punching of sandbags could be so cruel, and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

It finally reached him, he gritted his teeth, and rushed in without hesitation. After entering, he realized why they were so miserable.

It's not that he can't hit it back, but after he hits it back, it will return at the same speed, or even faster.

It doesn't hurt, but you have pain, and it's sandbags coming from all directions.

Even an iron cloth shirt is completely unbearable in this environment.

The bigger Nie Bing was, the faster he was. The faster he was, the more he couldn't control his strength, and then he hit back at an unimaginable speed, and gradually escaped his control.

"Bang bang bang~~~" He couldn't defend himself at all, except for the fact that he performed well at the beginning, and then he said that he was hit by various things,

Especially when his head was hit, he felt a little dizzy for a moment, fell to the ground with a plop, and then Zhuang Ming's stones flew up on time, and the piercing pain woke him up, and he jumped straight away. stand up.

Even the best sobriety pills aren't quite as good.

After throwing the rubber ball, we threw stones. Anyway, Nie Bing has an iron shirt. Stones are similar to rubber balls, and at most they hurt more.

awful!awful!awful!
The power of the weight on his body is getting stronger and stronger, suppressing his actions, from sometimes being able to play a fast tiger wagging its tail, it has directly become a tiger punching, hitting where he wants most, preventing danger 's arrival

It's not that he doesn't want to use it, it's just too painful.

Just now he habitually used a tiger tail swing. We all know that a tiger tail swing requires the body to fly sideways, and then kick it out vigorously.

This is his most powerful move.

Then he did succeed, kicking down the sandbags, and then all the sandbags seemed to be much faster in an instant, and the body still in the air could hide a sandbag.But can he dodge two, three, or even four?
Like the tide, it is continuous, and his body in the air is like a living target.

In an instant, the heavy sandbag hit him like an iron fist, and he was hit hard on the back, head, and waist.

At this moment, he was dying of regret in his heart, why did he use this action in the sandbag formation?Isn't this courting death?
A person with a brain thinks about it and knows that this is completely cheating himself, the most important thing is his instinctive reaction, and the result of this is that he wants to vomit blood, and he wants to vomit blood very much.

He had a feeling that his skull was almost cracked, he quickly protected his head, and fell heavily to the ground in depression.

When he climbed up again, he no longer dared to let his body react instinctively. He had to control and restrain himself, otherwise he would die.

The instinct of physical strength is a good thing, but if you can't control it yourself, sometimes this physical instinct will drive you to hell.

For the first time, Nie Bing felt that he was really happy after practicing the iron shirt. The discomfort of being chased and beaten with a wooden stick by his master when he was a child has disappeared after today.

Master always said that the iron cloth shirt did not suffer in vain for those with foresight.

His misery is not as unsightly as others, but he has the most bruises. Although his face is well protected, judging from his two exposed arms, it is blue and black.

This kind of sourness can only be known by yourself.

In just half an hour, Nie Bing felt that there were at least a dozen minor fractures all over his body, which made him feel like tears were streaming down his face.

This is the reason why they practiced iron shirts. How miserable Lei Zhan and the others were, it is estimated that there were at least dozens of fractures all over their bodies.

"Go and wash yourself." Zhuang Ming threw a medicine bag over, and then walked straight to the road of no return.

Nie Bing smiled wryly. They were all carried in, and he had to walk back by himself. Every step was extremely difficult, and there was a heart-rending pain from all parts of his body.

Seeing that Zhuang Ming entered the group of sandbags, Nie Bing couldn't help turning his head to look, maybe he wanted to see Zhuang Ming's performance.

As a result, she was naturally deeply shocked, and Luo Podi limped towards the men's bathroom.

Zhuang Ming entered the group of sandbags and hit them quickly. His figure was like a prophet, and he could avoid the incoming sandbags in advance, without using his eyes to look at them.

Even if multiple sandbags hit him, none of them hit Zhuang Ming, and there would always be a way out if he blasted away violently.

But not long after Nie Bing left, as Zhuang Ming's attack speed increased, the sandbags rebounded faster and faster, and more sandbags hit Zhuang Ming's body.

At this time, only some female soldiers were secretly watching, whispering private words to each other.

The afternoon passed quickly, and Zhuang Ming was still taking a medicinal bath, recovering from fatigue and some minor injuries.

If you push yourself to the limit, you will always be injured, and it is no less serious than Lei Zhan and the others.

The whole afternoon of training without a break made him completely silent at this moment, enjoying the scorching pain that made people want to scratch it hard.

Similarly, the medicinal power is quickly entering his body, helping him slowly strengthen his bones and muscles.

Qubi Azhuo sat on the lawn, looking up at the sky, and the scene five years ago replayed in his mind.

She was still an ignorant girl at that time, full of longings and fantasies about her other half, fantasizing that one day her own Prince Charming in the fairy tale would come in front of her.

A happy family, a happy age, and a happy future full of fantasy.

But everything was destroyed in the disaster, everything was gone.

Fortunately, she met him and pulled her back from hell to the gate.

(End of this chapter)