Chapter 88 Hard training (Part 1)

Chapter 88 Hard training (Part 1)

"Damn it!"

Jiang Mingyang operated the Nine Strong Refinements, trying his best to control the trembling of blood and qi in his legs.

But the frequency of the tremor was too high, and the inside of his legs was closed. The more he suppressed the tremor, the more terrifying it became.

"Boy, although one force can defeat ten skills, before you crush the power, skills and brains are the key to victory."

Seeing that Jiang Mingyang had no way to continue, Li Yichen couldn't stand it anymore. He scolded him like a man who was disappointed with his iron and slapped him on the back of his head without mercy.

Jiang Mingyang's face was red and his neck was thick. While trying to suppress the tremor, he raised his head and glared angrily.

"Why are you glaring at me? I told you that you have no brains, but you are not happy."

Li Yichen slapped his head again, and then said disdainfully: "It's better to vent than to block! You can't suppress it, and you won't burst out your power?"

"Ah? Yes. What's wrong with me? I didn't think I was stupid before."

Jiang Mingyang was in pain. He was hit hard in recent days and he felt a little ashamed.

He was surrounded by monsters, including Wen Qingyun, who had unparalleled combat power, Lin Xiling, who had a superior IQ, and a group of old monsters.

Any of them could crush him, and he lost confidence in the blow.

Whether it was Wen Qingyun, Lin Xiling, Li Yichen, or Zhan Hong.

They were all outstanding peers, and they were all monsters among monsters. It was normal to be beaten when hanging out with this group of people.

Bang!

The high-frequency vibration compressed from top to bottom, and a terrifying energy burst out under his feet.

Jiang Mingyang blasted a big hole in the beach, shot into the sky like a cannonball, and merged with the night in an instant.

That kind of terrifying speed and jumping height are definitely not something that ordinary warriors can do.

If we only look at the speed, the instant step is definitely a magical skill in the body refining realm, and it can even have a place in the qi refining realm.

But...

"Hey, hey, why don't I stop, my body is out of control, ah..."

Puff!

Jiang Mingyang plunged headfirst into the beach.

"Frequency burst is very troublesome to teach, I am too lazy to teach, you should just comprehend it on your own."

Li Yichen's mouth twitched slightly embarrassed, but after a moment of complaining in his heart, he quickly regained his composure.

He grabbed Jiang Mingyang's ankle and pulled him out of the sand pit, saying angrily: "You useless guy, you can't even do this little bit of control.

Instant Step is not Collapse Fist, what is needed is skill, not reckless action!

From now on, for the next hour, practice Instant Step non-stop."

"Pooh, pooh, pooh..."

Jiang Mingyang spat out the sand in his mouth and patted the sand in his hair, and said angrily: "You old bastard, you are very mean.

Even if you don't teach me skills, you should teach me some precautions."

"Even Collapse Fist can't kill you, what's there to pay attention to. Instant Step is much less burdensome than Collapse Fist, and the real difficulty lies in control."

Li Yichen scolded as he should, and then said with an ugly face: "From your tone, you have a lot of complaints about me."

"No, no..."

Jiang Mingyang immediately changed his words. He couldn't afford to offend any of these old bastards, but it was too late to change his words.

Li Yichen pointed out with his fingers forming a sword, and his legs trembled uncontrollably again. Jiang Mingyang screamed with despair on his face.

In the next hour, Jiang Mingyang not only did not slack off, but also trained at a very high intensity.

The instant step is indeed not as traumatic as the collapse fist, but it will cause muscle fatigue, and recovery is more troublesome than the trauma.

This is not the main thing, the most important thing is the consumption of mental power.

Control is not a mindless explosion, it takes a lot of energy to accurately control every bit of power.

After compressing and detonating the qi and blood, do your best to control the explosion, convert it into tremors, and then turn the tremors into explosive power and speed.

Although Li Yichen's teaching method is very violent, it must be said that the effect is very good.

Feeling the vibration frequency in person and then trying to control it allowed Jiang Mingyang to quickly master the trick.

It's just that there are still flaws in control. Sometimes the explosive force is too large, which hurts the muscles of the legs.

Sometimes the control is poor, and the tremor explodes directly, smashing the muscles.

Sometimes all the controls are good, but the speed of the explosion is too terrifying, and he is unable to control it at all.

In short, Jiang Mingyang can only accelerate in a straight line. If he wants to change direction and accelerate in the middle, he still has a long way to go.

Two hours later, Jiang Mingyang's legs were full of terrible wounds and he could no longer practice. Li Yichen yawned and drove him away.

Jiang Mingyang dragged his tired body and sighed back to the dormitory.

He filled the bathtub with hot water, dug out the high-energy nutrient solution left by Lin Xiling, pinched his nose and drank a large tube, then curled up and lay in the bathtub.

The hot water moistened his whole body, gently warming his traumatized body and mind.

"Jiang family, I suffer all this because of you.

You wait for me, if you don't empty your house, I will take your surname!"

Jiang Mingyang muttered and complained, and entered deep sleep by running the fetal breath, and the whole person sank into the bottom of the water.

Whether sad or happy, tired or comfortable, time will not change according to human will.

The moon sets and the sky brightens, a new day begins, and Jiang Mingyang also wakes up in the fetal breath.

"Pfft, another wonderful day."

Jiang Mingyang sat up suddenly, spit out what was in his mouth, and was refreshed and refreshed, washing away all the fatigue of the day.

As long as the nutrition is sufficient, the fetal breath can help him recover quickly.

Perhaps the creator of the strongest nine refinements also knows that this method is too torturous and must be matched with healing combat skills.

Looking at the wall clock in the bathroom, he found that it was 5:30 in the morning, and Jiang Mingyang immediately took action.

Today's schedule is very full, and he still has to squeeze in time to visit Wei Dexian, so he can't waste any time.

After washing, dressing, and styling his hair, he strode to the cafeteria.

The high-energy nutrient solution has a good effect, but it can't provide a delicious and comfortable feeling of fullness.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but since practicing the strongest nine refinements, Jiang Mingyang has loved eating very much.

Or, since the system was activated, he often swallowed food like crazy, and he liked it over time.

For Jiang Mingyang, the restaurant is his favorite place, no one else.

Sister Tu, who is in charge of the restaurant, is the most beautiful person in the entire Dongsheng College.

Although she is big and fat, with a face full of fat and likes to wear heavy makeup, and her name is Tu Meimei, this does not prevent Jiang Mingyang from liking her.

No matter what time it is, whether it is meal time or not, as long as he goes to the restaurant, there will be delicious food.

This kind of meticulous care is absolutely crushing Zhan Hong, Li Yichen, Qin Muxue and the like.

"So early, why didn't you come yesterday?"

Tu Meimei greeted Jiang Mingyang familiarly, while helping him to serve the rice, she also said with concern: "You can't rush to practice.

Eat when you need to eat, rest when you need to rest. Without a good body, you can't practice to a high level."

"Listen, listen, it's Sister Tu who cares the most, ten thousand times better than those old bastards."

Jiang Mingyang was moved to tears, and Tu Meimei made up for the lack of care and warmth from the tutor.

"Okay, okay, boys be brave. There are many bastards in this class of tutors, you have to bear it."

Tu Meimei looked kind, and while persuading in a gentle voice, she brought a large bowl of rice covered with various dishes.