Unknowingly, and not knowing how much time had passed, Zhang Lang stopped running his exercises and opened his eyes. Only then did he realize that the sky was already getting bright.

Zhang Lang was greatly surprised and said in disbelief: "I thought it only took a while, but it's already dawn!"

Zhang He looked at Zhang Lang with infinite admiration and said with a smile: "When you practice, you won't feel the passage of time."

Feixu, who had been guarding Zhang Lang, immediately came over with a large bowl of fish soup that she had cooked last night, and said to Zhang Lang: "Brother, I just heated up the fish soup again, drink it while it's hot."

Bar!"

Zhang Lang smiled and said, "It's just right for breakfast!" He took the soup bowl from Feixu's hand, raised his head and drank.

In the days that followed, Zhang Lang practiced the gale-force shooting taught by Zhang He without sleep and food, while training the guards with Zhang He. Time passed by unconsciously.

Three months later, Tielong and the others delivered the equipment Zhang Lang requested, totaling more than 500 sets.

Another three months passed, and before I knew it, autumn had come to an end and winter had come. There was a deep chill in the whole world, and the sky was covered with thick clouds, as if heavy snow was going to fall at any time.

Bohai City is more noisy and bustling than it was half a year ago. Due to the increasing chaos in various places, more and more people and wealthy families have moved to Bohai in the past six months.

Now that the Spring Festival is approaching, Bohai City is decorated with lights and colorful decorations, and children are playing and laughing several times more than usual. The entire Bohai City is filled with the joy of the approaching festival.

In these troubled times, such a scene is truly precious.

Zhang Lang's Fourth Young Master's Mansion is very different from what it was half a year ago. The dilapidated buildings have been renovated, and there are many more neatly arranged wooden buildings in the eastern half of the backyard.

Zhang Lang's guards and their families lived there. These people who had fled thousands of miles to the Bohai Sea seemed to have been reborn, and bursts of laughter overflowed.

At this moment, there were loud crackling sounds in the courtyard where Zhang Lang lived. It turned out that Zhang Lang was competing with Zhang Yeyu in martial arts.

In the past six months, Zhang Lang has often competed with Zhang Yeyu in martial arts. Zhang Lang has improved from being almost vulnerable at the beginning to now being able to compete with Zhang Yeyu!

At this moment, the two have fought for more than thirty rounds, but Zhang Lang still does not fall behind at all.

Seeing that Zhang Yeyu couldn't attack for a long time, he couldn't help but feel anxious, and suddenly shouted sharply: "The poisonous python spits out letters!"

Almost at the same time, the spear in her hand shook in vain, and shot towards Zhang Lang like a python. The speed was so fast that the scream when her spear tore through the air was actually the neighing of a python that made people's scalp numb.

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In the blink of an eye, the tip of the spear rushed in front of Zhang Lang. Feixu, who was originally watching the battle with great interest, suddenly saw this scene and couldn't help but turned pale with shock. He couldn't help shouting: "No!...

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As if Zhang Lang didn't dodge, he was hit by Zhang Yeyu's spear against the barrel of the gun. With a bang, the spear in Zhang Lang's hand flew out immediately!

Zhang Yeyu was very excited when she saw this scene. However, something beyond her expectation suddenly appeared at this moment. Zhang Yeyu only felt the figure in front of her eyes flicker, and she was shocked to see Zhang Lang flash to her side.

Zhang Yeyu was shocked and subconsciously wanted to jump away and keep a distance from Zhang Lang. However, before her body could take action, Zhang Lang had already stepped forward and struck Zhang Yeyu with his left fist straight at the shoulder.

Zhang Yeyu dodged to Zhang Lang's right side as if on reflex. However, she didn't expect that Zhang Lang's punch was just a feint to force her to dodge to the right. When she dodged to the right, Zhang Lang laughed.

With a smile, his right hand has already grabbed Zhang Yeyu's shoulder!

Zhang Yeyu was shocked and immediately wanted to jump away!

Seeing that Zhang Yeyu was still resisting, Zhang Lang subconsciously pulled hard with his right hand. Zhang Yeyu immediately lost his balance and plunged into Zhang Lang's arms.

Zhang Yeyu was stunned for a moment, then Xiafei jumped out of Zhang Lang's arms, glared at Zhang Lang fiercely, turned around and ran away.

When Feixu finally breathed a sigh of relief, he saw that Zhang Yeyu had actually run away. He quickly chased after him and shouted at the same time, "Sister, your coat!" Zhang Yeyu didn't seem to hear him, and ran out of Zhang Lang.

Feixu followed him out of the courtyard.

Zhang Lang chuckled. After getting along with her for the past six months, he had already regarded Zhang Yeyu as his sister. He only felt that her angry look when she lost was just like his sister in the modern world who was unconvinced after losing at chess.

My heart couldn't help but feel warm, and I let out a sigh of relief.

At this time, there were rapid footsteps at the door.

Zhang Lang followed the sound and saw Zhang He, dressed in smart clothes, walking in quickly, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Zhang He came directly to Zhang Lang, clasped his fists and bowed: "Brother, we are back." Zhang He had already worshiped Zhang Lang as his eldest brother, so he called him that.

Zhang Lang looked at Zhang He and asked, "Did the training for the past ten days go well?" It turned out that Zhang He had taken the guards outside the city for training in accordance with Zhang Lang's request during the past ten days, and he just came back today.

Zhang He said with a smile: "Everyone has long been accustomed to this kind of training intensity, so everyone has long been accustomed to it, so there are no problems."

Zhang Lang patted Zhang He's shoulder and said, "Let's go, take me to see my team!"

Zhang He clasped his fists in agreement and immediately led Zhang Lang out of the courtyard to a camp specially opened for the guards near the courtyard.

At this time, the guards officers and soldiers had all rested, and Zhang He shouted: "Assemble!"

The more than 500 officers and soldiers who had rested did not hesitate at all, and quickly jumped up and gathered towards Zhang Lang as if by conditioned reflex.

In the blink of an eye, the assembly was completed. More than 500 tall and upright warriors stood in front of Zhang Lang, arranged in a very neat small square formation, and they all clasped their fists at Zhang Lang and shouted: "Young Master!"

Although they have not been on the battlefield yet, a sharp aura has already burst out, like a saber that is about to be unsheathed at any time, and the sharp aura is coming towards them!

Each of these guards wore black clothing similar to the special battle uniforms of later generations, and they also had crew cuts, which made people feel that they were not ancient armies at all, but like special forces in the modern world!

The high-intensity training coupled with sufficient meat, as well as the elementary Qi training methods taught by Zhang He, made each of these guards seem to have been reborn and became very strong compared to half a year ago.

Each of them looks like a strong beast, and the muscles on their arms seem to contain infinite power!

Zhang Lang looked at the officers and soldiers in front of him and felt as if he had gone back in time. The people standing in front of him were the officers and soldiers of the sharp-edged special forces.

Suddenly his heart moved, and he raised his voice and said to everyone: "Your name is Sharp Blade!"


Chapter completed!