"What are everyone else standing for? Didn't I understand? Or are you all as stupid as this pig?"
Everyone took action one after another.
The instructor began to patrol around the field.
People were constantly being kicked, kicked, and scolded.
The others who had not yet had their turn felt gloating and funny on the one hand, but also nervous on the other hand, and made sounds of "puff, puff, puff" from time to time.
"You're still laughing! You're laughing! You're laughing your ass off! You're worse than those pigs!"
The instructor's thunderous rage.
"I'm teaching you my skills, laugh? Just laugh! Can laughter save your life? Do you think you are selling laughter in a brothel??"
The harder the instructor scolded, the happier the killers laughed. Not only did others laugh when they were unlucky, they also laughed when they themselves were unlucky enough to be beaten.
For a time, the gold medal killer training base turned into a sea of joy.
"What are you laughing at?"
The instructor roared: "This standing up, standing, walking, lying down, crawling and rolling is a daily behavior and a constant habit... It has become a mark of life engraved in your bones! Instinct reaction! But any of those bad habits may cost you your life.
, Understand? Idiots all! What is the ultimate purpose of you coming here, is to revise these bad habits... Idiots! And you are still laughing, laughing, laughing..."
"Puff puff puff..."
"you!"
The instructor pointed at Wen Wen and demonstrated again: "Follow the method I used and draw the knife!"
Feng Yin did not hesitate and immediately followed the instructions and drew the sword.
Then it was plop, plop, plop... I was kicked continuously for a while.
He was kicked so hard that he rolled on the ground for more than ten meters.
"This is not right, this is not right, this is not yet right, this is still wrong, you are a pig!"
Feng Yin was reduced to a tool and a model of teaching sandbags.
"Idiot! Idiot! What a fool! Are you a donkey? Donkeys have better understanding than you!"
Comments like this are coming towards Feng Yin's head, as if he doesn't need money.
Everyone saw that the gentle killer who had been in the limelight before was neither right nor wrong. He was trained like a dog by the instructor. He was kicked continuously, kicked one after another, and kept being kicked. At first, he acted funny, but gradually, he laughed.
Won't come out.
I'm all using myself as proof and imagining myself. If it were me, how many times would I have to get kicked? How could it be better than this gentleness? What's more, if I were facing the mission target now, how many times would I have died?
?
Fengyin also gradually discovered that this was really not easy.
Although the instructor's cultivation level is far superior to his own, he did not rely on his cultivation level to suppress him. He only targeted the flaws in his body. You won't know if you don't try. It would be shocking to see that there are so many flaws in your actions.
, it really means that you can do whatever you want with yourself.
Originally, I saw the soldiers walking in line, looking very relaxed, but I couldn't help but disagree. I thought that if they just behaved in the same way and didn't follow the rules, they would be in a lawful queue. But if I were to do it myself, I couldn't do anything.
It's in place, either it doesn't work here, or something goes wrong there.
Not to mention the Juntian Hand shooting posture training, which is a hundred times more severe. The real difference is not even the slightest difference. The slightest difference is the difference between life and death.
The first day passed amidst the instructor's constant shouting and scolding.
At night, I only have two hours of rest.
Feng Yin closed his eyes and kept simulating and replaying the instructor's standard movements in his mind to compare his various mistakes.
After some verification, even though it only lasted one day, Fengyin was surprised to find that he seemed to have made a lot of progress compared to when he was at home. Only through this personal contact did he have a personal experience of many subtleties.
Feng Yin knew that many of the things Zhuang Weiran had said at home were reasonable, but it was difficult to take them into his heart. Just like those words, it is better to sit down and talk than to stand up and take action. No matter how much psychological construction is done, it will have no effect.
But the same thing is understood here very quickly and progress is rapid!
why is that?
Fengyin people asked themselves, is it just a problem of the environment?
In fact, this point confuses not only Feng Yin, but also many people.
Some people are well-educated, and the elders in their families are military officers. They have been told and demonstrated thousands of times about marching in a formation, but they just can't walk well and walk irregularly.
But as long as people are released to the army, after a few days they will be able to walk well and in an orderly manner.
This is actually a kind of bad human nature at work: you can have no fear of people who treat you well. Even if your reason is quite restrained, the subconscious mind hidden in your heart will still be like this.
Just because you know that no matter what you do, he will treat you well.
So you don't have to listen to him.
But when you go to a different place and face an unfamiliar supervisor, if you are disobedient or not serious, they will mess with you, they will mess with you, and they will dare to mess with you!
This also leads to the fact that the thousands of times of ‘Why are you disobedient?’ from family members are never as good as the ‘Why are you disobedient?’ from an unfamiliar leader.
The same words, different people, but there is a real world of difference!
It doesn't matter if you fail to do the same thing thousands of times at home, but if you fail to do it on the battlefield, you will be beheaded. Will the result be the same?
At the end of the day, it was just about memorizing various essentials and key points, but when it comes to fully understanding and even implementing them, no matter how talented you are, you will never be able to do it.
Because this is unrealistic!
Decades of old habits have long formed inertia and become instincts. How can they be corrected so easily?
So in the early morning of the next day, the instructor led everyone to familiarize themselves with all the movements demonstrated previously four or five times, and Feng Yin suffered another seventeen or eighteen kicks because of this...
Well, this efficiency has improved compared to yesterday, and it is far less than the number of times I got kicked yesterday!
Then, Jun Tianshou's sexy moves came one after another - 666 more cages appeared in the square.
The cage is not an ordinary cage, it is a special cage with countless spikes built in, and the spikes are extremely sharp.
"If you have a pet animal with you, let it out to avoid accidental injury."
Feng Yin thought in his mind, Feng Ying moved his head sleepily from his pocket, then retracted it, and fiddled with it according to Feng Yin's instructions... and then it turned into a cat that looked like a raccoon cat, and something like a cat. A small pet of the leopard.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! In short, it was colorful all over, crawled out quietly, and stood in front of Fengyin.
The instructor was stunned when he saw this: "What are you talking about? Is it a cat? Or a leopard?"
Feng Yin had an idea: "Cat Leopard!"
"Get out of here, uncle!"
The instructor was furious: "Do you think I'm stupid? This is obviously an ocelot!"
"Yes, you are right. You are well-informed. If you are an ocelot, you are an ocelot."
"Let it play aside. Although the pet beast is the partner of every practitioner and is also part of the strength, it can be brought into the training base. However, the day of training the pet beast has not come yet. What you have to do now is to reshape it."
If I have them by my side, they will only get in the way and distract me from other things."
There was no need to discuss this. Even Feng Ying could only leave Feng Yin in three steps and walk toward the shade of the tree. As he walked, he grinned at the instructor, and his little paws eagerly wanted to grab it with one claw. It was obvious that he had intention.
Not angry, full of resentment!
The instructor looked at you strangely: "You little thing... you're not bad."
He was very aware of his own state. He was not under any pressure and did not deliberately restrain his momentum. He wanted to absolutely suppress the people he was training. But such a small little thing actually had no fear of him, and even
Dare to take action at any time... This is definitely not an ocelot, it must have another origin.
But since Wen Wen said it was an ocelot, then it was an ocelot. Petting animals is also one of the taboo privacy of practitioners. It is normal to have reservations.
So I registered: Wenwen, a leopard cat.
Several other people also released their own battle pets. As a cashier who works hard as a cashier, there are not many who have the qualifications and strength to own battle pets. There are only a dozen in total. Compared with the number of participants, the number is almost thirty to one.
one.
Moreover, they are the kind of poisonous people with extremely small bodies, but with the poisonous power to seal their throats when they see blood!
Several colorful snakes, a small white snake, a small black bird, a colorful spider, and...
The largest of these battle pets is only about twice the size of Feng Ying, and they are all the kind of violent poisonous creatures that come and go without a trace, soundlessly, come and go high, and shoot lightning.
At this time, a group of poisonous creatures gathered under a big tree, each with their small eyes round, paying attention to what was happening on the owner's side.
What's surprising is that...these battle pets gathered under a small tree, keeping a safe distance from each other, quietly, and seemingly unfettered.
However, under the shade of the largest tree, only Feng Ying was alone, ahem, the ocelot existed.
The other poisons had no intention of getting close to them. They were obviously afraid of them, or rather... they didn't dare.
Feng Ying was completely dismissive of these poisons. He waved his tail lazily, jumped up the tree, found a branch, lay down and fell asleep.
I was sleeping soundly before when I was woken up. I didn’t get enough sleep. Of course I have to continue to catch up on my sleep now. Other things are not important...
This abnormality made the instructor take another look, and then he interrupted the others' prying eyes with a loud shout: "Start today's project!"
"Have you remembered all the postures yesterday? Can you use them freely? Now is the time to test you! Don't be limited to being able to use it, but be able to use it independently. The feeling of using it must be imprinted in your heart and integrated into every word and action.
In every move!”
Everyone couldn't help but be dumbfounded: I just taught you yesterday, and now I'm going to start the test today? Not only do you have to be able to use it, but you also have to use it freely?
Do you want it to be so fast?
Isn’t it a bit overwhelming?
But the instructors have already started taking action.
"Everyone is standing still and not moving!"
Then the instructor asked everyone to move the cages, and placed one next to each person. Then Rufeng took action, quickly and incoherently sealing everyone's Dantian.
"See these cages?"
"Go in yourself!"
"What are you looking at? These cages are just for you. If you want to avoid being stabbed, you have to figure out your own way."
Then he kicked Feng Yin's ass: "You go first!"
Feng Yin was stunned, and before he could move for a moment, he was kicked again: "What are you thinking about? Why don't you hurry in!"
Feng Yin was staggered by the second kick. He turned to look at the cage and felt his scalp numb.
The spikes inside the cage are long, thin, and sparklingly sharp. Although the internal space is enough to accommodate a large living person, there are only two footprints left on the ground, and the rest are full of spikes!
Feng Yinzhan entered tremblingly, and while trying to stand still, he looked at the spikes at a closer distance than before, feeling even more chilled and creepy.
Any spike inside the cage must be one foot long.
When I got inside the cage and stood in the standard posture according to the instructor's instructions, I saw the instructor press his hand and the cage began to shrink.
The little movable space that was originally left was quickly compressed. In the blink of an eye, from the top of the head to the limbs, front and back, and all vital parts of the body were surrounded by countless spikes, making it impossible to move at all.
Directly against the skin.
Feng Yin only felt that his scalp was numb and his brain was exploding. If he closed it, wouldn't he be instantly pierced by thousands of thorns and turn into a human-shaped hedgehog?!
Fortunately, the moment those sharp thorns came into contact with the skin... when the skin felt a slight sting, but before it really pierced the epidermis, it stopped.
But even though the spikes stopped advancing, Feng Yin's sweat still inevitably flowed out.
At this moment, from the top of the head to the ankles, every part of the body was accompanied by sharp needles. Even the crotch, the second brother and his two energy reservoirs were also pressed against by sharp needles.
To put it bluntly: trainees like Feng Yin can only stand according to the current standard posture. If there is a little irregular movement, even a slight instability of the footing, a slight movement of the figure, it will
There are countless sharp thorns piercing your body, no luck!
Feng Yin stood upright, concentrating on maintaining the standard posture and not daring to move.
The instructor shouted outside: "Idiot! What are you doing? What you need now is to relax! Relax your whole body, relax your whole body and mind, and stand relaxed! You pig! Do you need to concentrate at this moment? You are talking about a pig.
It’s an insult to pigs!”
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Feng Yin felt that even the slightest gasp could make countless holes poked into his heaving stomach. He was furious in his heart, but he still said calmly: "This company
How can you relax when you can get a lot of holes when you fart?"
The instructor was furious: "Fuck you! You can't maintain this position when you relax? What kind of bastard statement are you talking about? If you want to die, just keep maintaining your tense state, so as not to exhaust yourself to death when you go to the battlefield."
, you stupid pig!"
"Relax! Relax for me! Relax for me!"
Feng Yin was sweating coldly.
The instructor's hand was already pressed on the cage and he continued to shout: "Relax your whole body! Do you understand, pig? If you don't relax, I will shoot you with a needle and kill you, you son of a bitch!"
I watched the needle really start to move.
Feng Yin, who was under the eaves, how could he not lower his head, gave in instantly and hurriedly shouted: "Relax, relax..."
He quickly breathed a sigh of relief, and his whole body relaxed. He still maintained his original posture, but his muscles were no longer tense.
When he relaxed, his energy and energy were completely different from before. The same was true for his physical condition. The relaxed muscles inevitably came into contact with the needle and instantly wrapped it up, causing pain.
Hundreds of places were added at once.
But Feng Yin made no further moves because he truly felt that the muscles were not punctured.
The elasticity of human epidermis protects itself to the greatest extent at this time.
"Relax? You pig!"
The instructor strode back and forth and kept saying, "Did you get stabbed to death? You pig! Is there an extra hole in your body? You idiot! Try farting and see if I can get a hole in you! You idiot!"
Idiot!"
Fengyin:……
Feng Yin swore repeatedly in his heart.
If I were not in the cage now, but still outside, I would definitely try my best to chop him!
Regardless of the consequences, regardless of the cost, this sword must definitely be cut!
This mouth...are you really talking about it?
It’s simply worse than Fei Xinyu!
It seems that whenever he opens his mouth to speak, there is not a single word that does not include cursing, as if he feels uncomfortable if he does not curse others?
"You fart, you damn fart! Why don't you fart? You fart, you fart!"
The instructor shouted to continue.
Feng Yin gritted his teeth: Boom, boom, boom...
"You want to hit me? You want to chop me? You pig! Stare, what are you staring at? If you stare again, you will get two more holes in your eyes. Do you believe it?"
Feng Yin was discouraged. He really believed it and had no doubt at all.
While the instructor was cursing, he followed the same pattern and drove everyone else into the iron cage. Everyone's pubic area was sealed, and they were worse than lambs waiting to be slaughtered. They had no choice but to let him control them.
"Relax, relax, can't you understand what people are saying? You idiots!"
"Did all of you grow up eating shit?"
"What does it mean to be stupid?"
"I have never seen such stupid pigs in my life, and they are coming in groups today... Hey, fat man, how can you become a killer when you are so fat? Do you choke people to death with your fat?
?I really rely on your uncle, what kind of food have you eaten since childhood?"
"I'm going to fuck you, fat man. The needle below you actually didn't prick anything... Is there still room? Damn it, how small are you?"
The fat man was so ashamed that his eyes were about to burst, but there was nothing he could do...
"Hahaha...ah!..."
Many guys nearby couldn't help but laugh, but it didn't matter. They were immediately hit by countless sharp thorns, piercing their skin, and everyone screamed.
After being pricked by a needle, he screamed and trembled subconsciously. His body immediately suffered more sharp thorns, and the screams suddenly became one.
Of the more than 600 gold medal killers here, at least 600 of them were screaming.
Some people shivered instinctively because they had endured too many stabbings, but as they shivered, they would only get more dense small blood holes one after another, so they continued to scream, continue to shiver, and continued to add pinholes and blood holes...
…
Some of them were particularly unlucky, and the spikes pierced their lower body, ahem... and the screams could only be described as earth-shattering.
"Laugh? Let you laugh! Don't you know that keeping a straight face is the most basic operation of a killer?"
The instructor paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, his golden mask casting a cold light: "Do you think you are here for training to have a laugh? Hmm? I think you are all just here to show off your laughter!?"
"Thank you for being a gold medal killer, shit! How did you all get promoted to the golden gold medal! From yesterday to today, look at how happy you all are... you never stop laughing and joking!"
"You are still smiling in a cage with needles, you still dare to laugh, you are such a talent!"
"The killer... must strictly control his emotions under any circumstances. Once he loses control of his emotions, it is no different than his own death! But what about you? You are so happy just because I say that others are underestimating you? What fun is there?
?Do you know that many times you will die if you just smile? You are a bunch of idiots who deserve to be stabbed! If you are stabbed too little, it will not be enough for you to remember."
"And these women, what are you laughing at? Huh? What about the fat guy...well, it's funny? Why don't you laugh now? Does it feel good to be pierced? Are there a few more holes all over your body? Are you comfortable? All of them
These are unsatisfactory things!"
"Why are you crying? Hold it in! If you don't want to suffer, just commit suicide in this cage. It's not like no one died in it before! Die, you should die! Die quickly and be clean!"
"Laugh, shout, shout, cry, tremble, collapse, and then...go to hell! Anyway, the bigger your movements, the more you will be stabbed, and the more painful it will be! You will not rest until you die.
!If you want to come out early, I tell you clearly, there is no way!"
"The soul can come out, but only if the person dies inside!"
"Idiots... quack quack..."
The instructor turned around.
Many smart people have learned the appearance of Feng Yin, relaxing their body and mind, and presenting their postures in the most soothing state.
After all, it makes you feel better.
But they are very different from Feng Yin: if your skin has not been punctured, you can indeed use the toughness of the skin to wrap the needle tip, because at this time, it is just at the critical point of 'although it hurts, but it is not punctured'
Point.
But for those whose skin has been punctured, the natural firmness of the skin is gone, and the needle tip really penetrates into the flesh...
At this time, I couldn't move at all, and the various tastes that came from it were more than just sour and refreshing.
But those who are able to come here are all real Juntianshou gold medal killers. Although they meet each other by fate, they are not lacking in a strong heart and tenacity. They will naturally try their best to endure and support hard. But on the other hand, if
If you really can't bear it, you will die!
Others won't care, not even the instructor.
For a moment, the entire venue became quiet, and everyone was gritting their teeth and enduring.
Unknowingly, everyone is adjusting themselves according to the most correct posture, so as to reduce their physical exertion as much as possible.
Only in this way can we have the maximum feasibility of not being stabbed...
Well, as long as the punctures are not penetrated deeper, the ones that have been punctured into the flesh should stay in place as much as possible, so that the punctured skin and flesh can adapt to the pain and become numb.
Looking at the entire audience, there were only groans and moans of pain.
But everyone learned well and understood it deeply, and no one dared to scream loudly.
Because everyone uses themselves as a mirror, they know that when you scream, you have to open your mouth. When you scream, your stomach shrinks, but the sides of the belly have to bulge outward, and then the chin, neck and throat...are destined to be stabbed.
of.
However, just humming with your mouth closed will have little impact on the problem, and it can also minimize the tremors of the body...
The only dozen or so female gold medal killers are not much better in other places, much better than all the men... Only the chest, well, that high spot...
It's really hard to put into words.
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[Recently, I have adjusted my status. Next month, I will prepare 10,000 words per day. For a whole month, I will guarantee a minimum of 10,000 words. So I have to adjust my status. See if I can do it. 】