Fantasy: I can become stronger when I hang up

"You are too weak, I must speed up your cultivation to make you stronger."

Hearing this, Ye Feng couldn't help but tremble all over.

He still remembered a few nights ago, being trained by Yun to forcefully hold the sword all night.

"Yes, but with my current appearance, I can't practice."

Yun Bingleng looked at Ye Feng with a flash of cold eyes.

"What's the matter now, isn't it just a slight injury, training with injuries is normal."

When Ye Feng heard this, he almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

Minor injury?What the hell is this called a minor injury?

Ninety percent of the bones in the whole body are broken. Standing for 2 minutes is a problem, and you still train with injuries?

Damn, is this something people do!

"Yun, Sister Yun, I really can't train. I can't even stand up now. I can take one step every 10 minutes when I walk. How can I train?"

"I didn't tell you to stand up and train."

"what?"

As soon as Yun raised her hand, a small grain of soil flew out from the ground, suspended between her fingers.

"I'm going to hit your head with this dirt, you just have to get out of the way."

Hearing this, Ye Feng couldn't help being taken aback.

"Huh? That's it? It's that simple?"

But as soon as the words fell, a grain of soil flew over in the next second and landed between Ye Feng's eyebrows.

"This is to train your reaction ability. When you can easily avoid these soil particles, the training will end."

Ye Feng nodded.

"It's simple, I didn't realize that just now, you want another one..."

Before he finished speaking, a grain of soil landed on Ye Feng's head again.

"Uh, can I start it?"

Another grain of soil hit Ye Feng's eyebrow.

"Ask your enemy, if you can wait until you are ready and let him take action."

As he spoke, he knocked out another grain of soil.

Ye Feng sighed helplessly, but had no choice but to follow Yun's rhythm.

This hiding of soil particles looks simple, but it is only after the actual operation that one understands the difficulty.

The speed at which the soil particles were launched was extremely fast. From seeing the soil particles launch to hitting Ye Feng, the whole process took less than a second.

What Ye Feng had to do was to avoid the soil particles as quickly as possible in less than a second.

But Ye Feng's body can't move much, only his head can shake from side to side.

The distance of dodging is limited, and the difficulty also increases.

Fortunately, the clouds used are all soil particles, which are basically not lethal, and nothing will happen if they are hit.

And Yun seemed to have discovered this "disadvantage". Seeing Ye Feng's casual appearance after being hit hundreds of times in a row, he couldn't help frowning.

In the next second, the soil particle was replaced by a moderately large stone.

"Hey~"

The stone flew out, making a strange sound as it passed through the air.

And Ye Feng still casually dodges these soil particles that don't have much attack power at all.

"Bang~"

"I rely on!"

There was a burst of pain, and in the next second, a big lump swelled directly between Ye Feng's eyebrows.

Ye Feng raised his hand to touch the big bag. In the middle of the bag, there was a mark made by a stone.

"Sister Yun, didn't you say to use soil particles? Why did you use stones instead?"

Yun looked at Ye Feng lightly, but he didn't seem to care much.

"Stone training is more effective."

After speaking, without giving Ye Feng a chance to react, he shot another stone.

Seeing this, Ye Feng didn't care too much, and turned his head in the opposite direction of the stone flying.

But Ye Feng's speed was still a few seconds slower after all.

Just as he twisted his head, the next second, the stone hit the corner of his eye hard.

"Bang~"

There was another sound, followed by a bulging big bag, and Ye Feng's national curse from the bottom of his heart.

"Sister Yun, can't you change the soil? Don't use this stone, it's very dangerous."

"Look, a little in the past, I lost one eye."

Ye Feng pointed to the bags in the corners of his eyes and said, if the stone was a little closer, Ye Feng's eyes might really be useless.

But when Yun saw this, he still didn't care.

"If you are blind, I will help you see the way, and I will be your eyes."

Hearing this, Ye Feng couldn't help being taken aback, and suddenly felt that these words were a little heartwarming.

But in the next second, a stone fell between Ye Feng's eyebrows, which had been bruised before, and the severe pain pulled Ye Feng back to reality.

"The enemy is not hitting stones, but darts, poisonous blades and hidden weapons, each of which will kill you!"

As Yun said, the speed at which he threw stones seemed to be slowly increasing.

And Ye Feng kept dodging, but he could only dodge one of them occasionally, and most of the stones still fell on his face.

……

That night, Ye Feng sat in front of the fire with his face swollen like a pig's head, and Yun sat beside him quietly.

"Your meat is ready, it burns when roasting."

Ye Feng came back to his senses and looked at the barbecued meat on the fire in front of him from his swollen pig's head face.

Ye Feng chewed the roast meat in small mouthfuls.

He hadn't eaten for five days, and he was obviously very hungry, wishing he could eat all the meat in one go.

But the swelling around the mouth made him have to chew carefully, and every time he opened and closed his mouth, he had to keep it as small as possible.

Ye Feng never thought that the most painful torture he suffered in Baiduya was not from the poisonous gas from Baiduya, nor from his own fracture.

It came from Yun Nahao's inhumane training.

Ye Feng wanted to cry a little, but he didn't dare to cry.

Because the tears flow on the swollen flesh, it will hurt more.

Seeing this scene, the corner of Yun's mouth could not help but raise a smile, but before Ye Feng found out, the smile disappeared.

"You have a good rest tonight, we will continue training tomorrow."

Hearing this, the barbecue in Ye Feng's hand fell to the ground with a "click".

"Ming, come tomorrow?"

"Well, continue tomorrow."

"Then, when will it end?"

"Whenever you can escape, it will be over."

"What if you can't hide?"

"Then keep hiding until you hide."

Speaking of this, Yun seemed to think of something, and continued.

"If it really doesn't work, I can try to replace the stone with a flying sword."

"This, isn't this bullying?"

"Being bullied by me is better than being bullied by others."

"..."

Ye Feng took a piece of barbecue from the fire again, and cried while eating.

When he thought that he would stay here for at least eight days, and that Ye Feng would endure this torture for at least eight days, he couldn't help feeling sad.

During the day they were beaten and trained, and at night they slept and practiced.

The donkeys in the production team can't stand such a toss.

This is even more capitalist than capitalists!