He ran back and saw Luo Zexi practicing. He didn't practice much every day, just a few things that came and went, but he never seemed tired. Jiujiu forced him to take a rest every time.
rest.
Alas, Aze is really desperate!
Jiujiu sat aside with her hands on her chin and looked at Aze who was boxing. He needed to box every day. At first, it was a wooden stake. He first trained his boxing strength, and then added wooden stakes one by one. Now it is a wooden stake.
There are a hundred wooden stakes in the formation, and each wooden stake will move and attack Aze. If Aze is not fast enough, he will definitely be hit, and after one is hit, the one behind him will be hit.
There is no possibility of fighting back, only a beating, the vomiting of blood is still mild, and sometimes half of the bones in the body will be broken.
If there were such good conditions here, how could Luo Zexi be able to practice?
Watching Luo Zexi cross the wooden post, Jiujiu's heart began to tighten unconsciously, because Luo Zexi had been seriously injured a few times before and had to stay in bed for a day or two before getting out of bed. Each time, she was not fully recovered.
He got out of bed to practice again, which made him angry and anxious. He felt that Luo Zexi didn't care about his body at all.
This time Luo Zexi successfully passed fifty wooden stakes. Jiujiu was half relieved. She had made progress compared to last time. She just had to hold her breath and get through the remaining fifty wooden stakes.
But Jiujiu also knew that this was not easy, and her little palms were sweating a lot.
Luo Zexi looked at the moving wooden piles in front of him attentively. If ordinary people saw these wooden piles, they would be scared, because they couldn't see how the wooden piles moved. They just felt that everyone was moving.
I couldn't get in, and I felt like I would be beaten as soon as I got in.
But the thin young man shuttled through it like the wind, waving and slapping his hands. He could hear the sound of his arms hitting the wood, and then he could see that the wooden stakes hit by Luo Zexi would fly out.
It can be seen that Luo Zexi's strength has made great progress at this time.
When reaching the eightyth wooden stake, Jiujiu breathed a sigh of relief again. There were still twenty wooden stakes left. Luo Zexi's performance today can be said to be extraordinary. He was thirty-five wooden stakes better than last time. Look.
Here comes the trick.
However, at the eighty-sixth stroke, Luo Zexi's hand paused. In just an instant, Luo Zexi was slowed down. The result of being slow was that he was attacked by a wooden stake. The wooden stake would not show mercy at all.
It hit Luo Zexi's arm directly, and then heard a clear "click" sound. Jiujiu's heart was high again, her whole heart was clenched, and her brows were furrowed. She was very worried about Luo Zexi's condition at this time.
situation.
Jiujiu really didn't want to watch the next scene. It would be like before. Although there were fewer wooden stakes, there were still fourteen of them, and the damage caused would not be much weaker.
So he used his hands to cover his eyes. Every time he heard the sound of bones breaking, he would exaggerate the corners of his mouth and squeeze his eyes. He could only use four words to describe it: he couldn't bear to look at it.
Luo Zexi knew that he had failed again this time, but he did not give up, and still tried hard to change the result. Uncle Qingmo said that if he could avoid being attacked, it would be a big breakthrough.
But no, he couldn't resist at all. Before he could take action, the stake had already attacked and he was hit hard on the back.