Chapter 522: Devil training

This was just the beginning, Mu Yang already felt the cruelty of the devil's training period. When he came up, he ran five laps around Luoyue Valley, which was an intensity that had never been seen before.
For a long time, among the elders, only the Grand Elder would be the most severe on them, occasionally giving them corporal punishment.
Chen Yingzhi is actually the kind of talker, but his strictness today makes everyone extremely uncomfortable, as if he is a different person.
The disciples could only leave quickly, starting from the Beishan dormitory area and starting to run counterclockwise.
Although they are all spirit martial artists with excellent physical strength, they are still a little bit embarrassed to run such a long distance. When they look far away, they feel their legs shaking.
Qin Yun and Fang Yi ran together, muttering from time to time: "I finally understand why the brothers and sisters are better than us. It turns out that they have all experienced devil training. This is just the beginning. After running, they are exhausted. Maybe there are other projects waiting for us."
After Qin Yun said this, everyone sighed again. If such a day lasts until the end of the year, it will be fatal.
Chen Yingzhi stepped on the Spirit Sword and hovered over the Lunar Valley. Although he did not deliberately monitor the disciples, standing there was a deterrent in itself.
Under the questioning tower, the brothers and sisters stood in a row, looking at the brothers and sisters in the distance, there was a slight joy in their hearts.
"Oh, God is reincarnation, this time it's their turn to suffer."
"Looking back when we participated in the devil training, it was really terrible. I didn't want to come again even if I died."
"Who can say no, but I do want to thank the devil for training so that we can stand out among our peers."
"In my opinion, this year's juniors and younger sisters are indeed going to be cured. They won the battle the first time they participated in the Battle of the Eight directions. They have not experienced any blows for so long. Some impetuous people have begun to breed arrogance. Yes, I really have to press it."
In short, the brothers and sisters are very pleased to see the little kids being trained.
And the twelve of them didn't know anything about it. Seeing the brothers and sisters watching them running under the blazing sun, they thought they were caring about them, so they waved their hands and felt warm.
This Luoyue Valley usually doesn't feel very big, but it's really useless to run. Just after running a lap, Mu Yang already felt as heavy as lead in his legs.
"Damn, I can't do it anymore, this is the first lap, my mother, kill me."
"Come on, come on! We can! We have all won the eight-way battle. Will we still lose to this mere five laps?"
I don't know who suddenly mentioned the Battle of the Eight directions. How much Mu Yang wanted to smash him on the spot. The victory of the Battle of the Eight directions has something to do with you, and it wasn't because of Lao Tzu's desperate victory.
But he is struggling to breathe now, so there is no strength to pay back.
Fang Yi ran behind Mu Yang out of breath, and asked feebly: "Mu...Senior Brother Muyang, are there any spicy sticks? I have to regain some strength."
Mu Yang said speechlessly: "The spicy strips can only increase spiritual power, not the effect of restoring physical strength."
"Then do you have anything to restore strength and relieve muscle soreness?"
"Yes, bed! Go and sleep to ensure a good recovery, do you dare to go? If there is such a precious baby, do you think I don't need it?"
When I think of it, although there are so many things in my small shop, it is really a shame that there are really no items to restore physical strength.
The twelve disciples finally ran five laps amid the wailing of death and inability to live. When they returned to the martial arts arena, everyone was lying on the ground, their legs and feet almost unconscious, and no one could stand firm. of.
These five laps were almost half-life.
Chen Yingzhi lightly landed in the center of the martial arts arena, with the corners of his mouth rising, feeling gloating, "Just now I was still complimenting you for coming. Now it seems that you have practiced for nothing in the first few months, and the five laps have exhausted you like this. , If this is going out, wouldn't it mean to lose my face in Luoyuegu?"
The disciples complained, "Four elders, it's not that we didn't work hard, we have never done such training."
"Isn't it? Five laps, who would usually run laps around Luoyue Valley?"
Listening to everyone’s sophistry, Chen Yingzhi didn’t get angry and laughed:
Yes, we did not arrange for you to do endurance training, but why don’t you know how to do it? You only have half a day in class every day. You ask yourself, are they really all used for cultivation?"
Everyone was speechless. Indeed, the previous courses were too easy, so that after the class, in addition to practicing, they would relax and fiddle with unimportant things. It took a long time and there was almost no pressure.
Now I am up for high-intensity training, which is a little overwhelming.
Chen Yingzhi moved away ~EbookFREE.me~ and walked outside the martial arts arena, and said while walking: "From today, this kind of running will become the norm. Your physical fitness is in urgent need of strengthening. Now, people stand up and follow me. Go to Yunmeng, run forward, hurry!"
Chen Yingzhi stepped on the Spirit Sword and flew directly to the Super Medicine Mountain, without giving the disciples a chance to defend.
Twelve people scolded and forced their bodies up, supported each other, and continued to run. Some of them had discontinuous legs and feet. Just before they ran, they tripped their left and right feet and tripped themselves, and even dragged their companions. Down.
The trip to Medicine Mountain has become a long distance in their eyes. Usually, it only takes a quarter of an hour to walk, and they have walked for half an hour!
When passing through the entrance of Yunmeng Realm, there was another round of spinning around the circle. Everyone was lying on the ground, dizzy and unable to stand up.
Some people even ate too much in the morning and vomited it out. The scene was quite disgusting.
But in the desert, they saw something that could save lives, a big cart pulled by a monster!
Chen Yingzhi was sitting in the front of the car, smiling and waving at them: "It's all hard work, let's get in the car."
The disciples are just like grabbing the straw, scrambling to climb in the car.
This car board is big enough to hold 13 of them.
After everyone sat down, Chen Yingzhi snapped his fingers, and the monster started moving steadily.
Chen Yingzhi stood up and said, "Now you can quickly take a rest. After getting off the bus, it will be the highlight of the day."
Mu Yang leaned on the railing of the car, raised his right arm and asked, "Where are we going?"
Chen Yingzhi squinted at everyone with a smile, and then faintly said four words: "Monster Paradise."