The players knew that on the battlefield and training field, Liu Ping was the real devil. At other times, Liu Ping was a gentle doctor.

Rarely had a break, 20 team members sat around Liu Ping and asked about it.

"Instructor, my physical fitness is the worst, can I reach Captain Jiang's realm?" No. 15 asked.

"The issue of realm, let's not say for the time being, your physical fitness of the 16th is indeed a bit worse, but in the future tasks, the two of you must be the longest."

"Why?" No. 16 was puzzled.

"Because you are more like ordinary people, you will not attract others' attention." Said No. 1.

"Do you know your shortcomings now?" Liu Ping asked.

"Instructor, just say it directly."

On the 20th, Liu Ping was bullied, and finally found a chance to vent.

"When you met with me for the first time, can you feel the murderousness on me?" Liu Ping asked with a smile.

The team members looked at each other and shook their heads.

Liu Ping drank a glass of wine and swept through the team members. "The real master will hide myself. I walk on the street. No one can feel danger. Can you do it?"

If you want to hide the murderousness, the difficulty is not small.

The team members were silent for a few minutes.

"Instructor, I have never felt murderous on you, even on the battlefield, I feel that your mood has no waves, how do you do it." Said on the 20th.

"Cultivation, the most important spiritual cultivation."

Liu Ping drank a glass of wine and swept through the face of 20 players. "If you are on the battlefield, you are my opponent, it is easy to find you."

"Instructor, what should we do to resolve the suffocation on the body." Asked No. 11.

"What do you think every day?" Liu Ping asked.

"Improve your strength and eliminate the enemy." On the 11th, he asked without hesitation.

"It's not too early, go back and rest." Liu Ping got up and started to clean up tableware and tables and chairs.

Twenty team members were inexplicable, packed the tableware, tables and chairs, and returned to their respective rooms.

Liu Ping returned to the room and folded his knees.

It's rare for a day of holiday, everyone sleeps a lazy.

After breakfast, Liu Ping leisurely three steps on the training ground.

Tenth and 20 appeared on the training ground and walked to Liu Ping.

"Instructor, you show us a fist." Looking at Liu Ping on the 19th, looking forward to it.

"Do you really want to see it?"

"Of course I want to see it."

Liu Ping nodded, "Call other players over."

"Okay."

Step on the 19th and 20th.

After a while, men and women players and training assistants all walked into the training ground and ranked neatly.

"No need to queue, sit on the ground."

Liu Ping's expression is relaxed, "Today's holidays, all of them."

Everyone is sitting on the ground.

"What are you learning?" Liu Ping asked.

"I have learned Bazhi Boxing before, but later I learned the military fist and San Da." No. 1 first got up and returned.

"Come, attack me with the boxing method you learn."

Liu Ping beckoned to No. 1.

"Instructor, I am not your opponent, you took a picture of me in a move." No. 1 smiled bitterly.

"Rest assured, I don't avoid it, and don't take it, I just want to see your strength and speed." Liu Ping explained with a smile.

"Do you want me to make all my strength?" No. 1 took a long breath.

"certainly."

Liu Ping nodded seriously and looked at the number one with both hands.

The No. 1 stood five meters in front of Liu Ping, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened his eyes suddenly.

"Eight Ji."

The number one yelled and rushed to Liu Ping.

"Collide."

With the roar of No. 1, the front foot of No. 1 stomped on the ground, hitting Liu Ping's heart.

Bang.

Liu Ping's body is not moving.

The number one feels like hitting the iron plate. The face is pale, the shoulders are painful, and a stream of stretch poured into the body.

"Come again." Liu Ping shed it.

"Let me breathe."

The number one took a few deep breaths, and the physical discomfort disappeared quickly.

"Eight Polar Crash."

No. 1 roared to Liu Ping, and secretly said, "It is impossible to collapse to the instructor. As long as the instructor can shake the body, even if you win."

"Give me a collapse."

No. 1 gritted his teeth to make his body strength, his face flushed.

Liu Ping still carried his hands leisurely, breathing smoothly, his complexion was calm.

"No, I have no strength anymore."

No. 1 gasped and fell to the ground.

"Instructor is not humans, it is a monster." The twenty eyes were full of worship.

"Who wants to try?" Liu Ping smiled and smiled, swept through the players' face.

"I can't go up to find abuse."

"I don't go either."

"I would rather hit the tree."

No team member got up to challenge.

"A group of timid ghosts, despise you."

Liu Ping leaned his lips.

"Instructor, don't talk about it." On the 15th, the 15th protested.

"Instructor is not unreasonable, it is quite unreasonable." On the 20th, the knife was immediately made up.

"Okay, I don't talk about it."

Liu Ping hurriedly stopped and quarreled with the girl. There would be no good results. The words turned around and continued: "I practiced the liuye palm again.

Fist suitable for women?

The female team members widened their eyes and looked forward to it.

Liu Ping took a dozen steps back, so as not to leak out of Qi, and accidentally injured the players.

Starting, lift your arms, step by step ...

Liu Ping started the exercise one by one. In order to make the players see clearly, the speed of footwork and palm method is not fast.

"Wow."

The 20th is the character of jumping away, and yelled, "Where is the instructor?

"Yes."

"It's really like dancing."

"No wonder it is suitable for women to learn."

"Nineteen, you have a good figure. If you learn the liuye palm, it will look good."

The attention of the female player is no longer in the manner, there are many discussions, and her inner expectations are becoming more and more rich.

After the practice of the palm method, Liu Ping watched the female player, "How do you feel?"
To be continued...