Many people looked at Yi Yun and chose two training clothes. It was really amazing, but if Yi Yun couldn't even wear them, it would be a big joke.
Yi Yun put the black training uniform over his head and put his arms through the sleeves one after another.
The moment the training clothes are completely put on, the formation is activated!
Yi Yun suddenly felt his body sink. The weight of two hundred and fifty cauldrons, plus the fifty cauldrons of Liuyin Shirt, were all added to Yi Yun's body.
It's so heavy that the ground seems to have been stepped on!
All the floor tiles in the streets of Tai'a City are made of special materials to support the training of warriors, otherwise these streets will be destroyed soon.
Really put it on.
Zhou Kui's eyelids twitched as he saw this scene that he really didn't want to see.
He had to admit that he had underestimated this boy before.
However, even if he has the ability, how long can he last?
He had consumed so much of his time in the Desolate Temple for just an hour, and it was impossible for Yi Yun not to have consumed it.
Zhou Kui gritted his teeth and put on two pieces of training clothes.
As soon as he put it on, he suddenly felt that his legs were extremely heavy, and at the same time he felt the thinness and emptiness of the energy in his body.
He definitely wouldn't be able to hold on for long while leaping in such a heavy training uniform. "If it doesn't work, I'll take off the red training uniform when Yi Yun is tired and lies on the ground."
Zhou Kui made such a plan, but Yi Yun couldn't even jump a few steps anyway.
"Leapfrog, start!"
The bald man gave the order and everyone started leaping.
Many people were paying attention to Yi Yun, especially those from the Xuanwu Legion, waiting for Yi Yun to be crushed by two training uniforms.
"We'll see. Two hundred and fifty cauldrons will probably crush your knees."
Someone is thinking maliciously.
In the team of one hundred people, Yi Yun was at the front. He took a deep breath, squatted, and jumped!
"boom!"
The weight of three hundred cauldrons caused the ground to tremble slightly.
During the frog leap, Yi Yun could clearly feel the vibrations of every muscle in his body.
Three Hundred Cauldrons was exactly the limit weight that Yi Yun could bear. Under this weight, Yi Yun's muscles were even experiencing slight spasms, and the joints throughout his body were also violently colliding with each other.
Yi Yun felt that the training clothes he was wearing were like a heavy hammer, beating his body.
And during the beating process, the energy of the ancient relics that he had not had time to absorb in his body was hammered into Yi Yun's flesh and blood bit by bit, nourishing Yi Yun's blood and strengthening Yi Yun's muscles.
, widen his meridians.
This feeling is so comfortable!
"The energy of ancient relics is indeed extraordinary!"
Yi Yun's whole body was burning, and his Dantian seemed to be burning with fire. Waves of ancient relic energy impacted Yi Yun's blood, causing his blood flow to accelerate. His joints made a crackling sound, as if he was in a raging fire.
The sound of burning firewood breaking!
Time and time again, Yi Yun jumped up and down. He took deep breaths and took extremely steady steps. He even felt that his strength was constantly increasing under the nourishment of the energy of the ancient relics.
The energy of the ancient relics was quickly absorbed by him while he was in an extreme state of movement.
Soon, Yi Yun had jumped more than a dozen times. Not only did he not seem to be unable to hold up at all, but he seemed to be able to move and relax more and more freely.
How did this happen?
Everyone in the Xuanwu Legion was a little confused, and Zhou Kui was even dumbfounded.
They were all experts in leapfrog training. Just from the movements of Yi Yun taking off and landing, they knew that Yi Yun was not trying desperately to hold on, but that he could really control the two hundred and fifty cauldrons.
weight!
Maybe Yi Yun's strength can't support him very far, but if this trend continues, he will be able to successfully jump at least the first few dozen feet.
Zhou Kui's eyelids twitched slightly and he felt a slight cramp in his calf.
As for the other members of the Xuanwu Legion, they swallowed their saliva, and all of them had expressions of constipation on their faces.
How is this possible? This kid's endurance is so good? He still retains so much physical strength after being in the Desolate Temple for an hour?
"Brother Kui, what should I do?" one of Zhou Kui's younger brothers asked worriedly.
"What else can I do? Jump with him. I don't believe I can't hold on to him." Zhou Kui gritted his teeth and squatted down deeply. He jumped with a weight of 250 cauldrons. With his current strength, he could only hold it for a while. Just look.
It's just a question of who can last longer, Yi Yun.
"Yes, Brother Kui is right. That boy is definitely no match for Brother Kui! Brother Kui can carry a load of almost four hundred cauldrons and jump five or six miles, let alone two hundred and fifty cauldrons."
"Brother Kui, kill him, brothers will support you!"
Zhou Kui's younger brothers are quite confident in Zhou Kui.
Zhou Kui took a deep breath, veins popped out on his forehead, squatted deeply, and took off!
Zhou Kui felt as if a huge mountain was pressing on his knees.
The most stressed part of the weighted frog jump is the knees. If you are not strong enough, your knees may be injured.
Just like that, Yi Yun was in front and Zhou Kui was behind. Zhou Kui stared at Yi Yun's back and followed Yi Yun closely.
He couldn't see Yi Yun's expression and could only rely on Yi Yun's movements to judge whether Yi Yun was approaching his limit.
Many times, having a goal to follow can actually make people persist longer.
For example, for long-distance runners, if the second place follows the first place, the pressure will be much less.
This is Zhou Kui's plan now. He is confident in his own strength. With the strength advantage, coupled with the psychological advantage, he will never lose no matter what.
However……
As time goes by, Yi Yun has been advancing steadily at a constant speed. In the process of advancing, the bloodline of the ancient relics is constantly being refined by Yi Yun and integrated into Yi Yun's flesh and blood.
This kind of extremely pure energy brings incredible effects.
The more Yi Yun jumped, the more he felt his whole body burning. His body was filled with surging energy, and it seemed as if he would explode if he didn't vent it out.
Stimulated by this energy, Yi Yun jumped more and more vigorously. He felt as if a roaring tiger was pregnant inside his body. His whole body was filled with endless strength and he wished he could jump several feet high at once.
Yi Yun suddenly felt that three hundred cauldrons were not enough!
At the beginning, three hundred cauldrons were already Yi Yun's limit, but now, three hundred cauldrons could no longer suppress the ancient relic energy in Yi Yun's body.
As soon as he thought about it, the weight of the flowing silver shirt on his body increased by thirty cauldrons!
Three hundred and thirty cauldrons.
This kind of weight is equal to the energy of ancient relics.
Under the limit, he can better force Yi Yun's physical strength, consolidate his Qi and blood, and press the energy of the ancient relics into his own flesh and blood bit by bit.
This experience of being able to clearly see the improvement of his strength and cultivation made Yi Yun immersed in great joy. It felt like watching the trees in spring sprouting buds little by little.
Slowly, Yi Yun has adjusted the weight of Liuyin Shirt to one hundred cauldrons. In other words, Yi Yun's load has now reached 350 cauldrons, which is a full fifty cauldrons more than before!
The energy of the ancient relics brought Yi Yun the power of fifty cauldrons.
Although Yi Yun's head was covered with sweat, his eyes were sparkling with excitement. His gaze was like lightning in the sky, extremely bright.
At this time, Zhou Kui could not see Yi Yun's expression or gaze. He could only see Yi Yun's back. Zhou Kui gritted his teeth and followed Yi Yun.
"He should...die soon..."
Zhou Kui thought this, which was also the motivation that supported him to jump.
Every time he jumps up or falls down, it feels like he is going to the execution ground.
Originally it was ten feet or twenty feet, but Zhou Kui didn't think it was anything.
Ninety feet, one hundred feet, Zhou Kui's legs were already numb.
Next, two hundred feet, three hundred feet... Zhou Kui's knees were shaking.
By now, it’s already four hundred feet long!
Four hundred feet... What does it feel like to spend an hour in the desolate temple and then carry a weight of 250 cauldrons and jump four hundred feet?
Zhou Kui has never been so tired in his life!
However, in front of him, Yi Yun was still jumping up and down.
Zhou Kui is going crazy, how the hell can he persist?
What's wrong?
Zhou Kui always hoped that Yi Yun would die in the next breath, but... what he saw was still Yi Yun leaping forward, seemingly completely tireless.
Yi Yun's speed has always been unhurried, and even the distance of each jump is surprisingly consistent...
Zhou Kui gasped for breath and his eyes were blinded by sweat.
Four hundred feet, next...five hundred feet...
Zhou Kui was already depleted of energy and felt dizzy.
"That kid... is just... going to die. I'm so tired... he must be... also struggling to hold on..."
"I just need to... just hold on for a little longer... That's it, that's it..."
Zhou Kui comforted himself as if he were under self-hypnosis. However... he opened his sweat-drenched eyes and took a closer look. He found to his disbelief that Yi Yun's back was getting further and further away from him.
Even so, Yi Yun still danced tirelessly again and again, as if he was about to jump to the end of the world.
This...how is this possible...
Zhou Kui really couldn't believe it. Not to mention that he insisted on jumping until Yi Yun couldn't jump anymore. Just saying that Yi Yun had opened a distance of 40 to 50 feet.
And this distance of forty to fifty feet has become an insurmountable chasm for Zhou Kui!
If he is not as good as Yi Yun in terms of speed, then forget it, he is not good at speed.
But strength and endurance were what he was most proud of, and were they not as good as Yi Yun?
The greatest setback a genius can endure is to be crushed and defeated by others in the aspect in which he is most confident.
The psychological blow made Zhou Kui feel that his brain was deprived of oxygen, his head was heavy, and his vision gradually became blurred.
He couldn't hear anything anymore, only his own breathing and heartbeat.
He had been relying on a willpower that refused to admit defeat before, but now the energy in his body was completely exhausted. Because of the huge blow to his spirit, he breathed a sigh of relief and no longer had any strength at all.
"Plop!"
Zhou Kui swayed and fell to the ground, his whole body thrown to the ground. (~^~)