Douluo Dalu Night White

This is what the instructor Xu requires. People who practice martial arts can't stop exercising. Even if they become a soul master, their physical fitness is also a very important condition. Now that the results have been trained, they can't be discarded. After all, this thing has been with me for six or seven years. Except when I took it off for washing and taking a bath, I never left.

Since Dai Mubai and Lu Chenye were not in a coma, let them rest for a while and let them carry the boys into a room, then took off their clothes and threw them into the bath tub containing the liquid medicine.

The two of them finally sat down cross-legged in the remaining tub. After a short while, tiredness struck, and they fell asleep.

When Lu Chenye woke up, he found that the water had become almost transparent, the ingredients of the herbs were almost absorbed, and the water was still warm. It seemed that the master was still very careful to add hot water to them. There was a note not far away, asking them to go to the cafeteria to eat after they were sober.

Look at the sky, it's night time, and I feel comfortable sleeping, but I feel a little stiff when I sit all the time. Get out of the bathtub, wash in a bathtub with fresh water on the side, dry your body, and when you turn your head, you just meet Dai Mubai's eyes that just opened.

The two of them were in the best condition, and naturally recovered the fastest. With a slight smile, he leaned in front of Dai Mubai's bath tub, hung it on his face, and then put a towel on his head: "Hurry up and get ready to eat."

"Teacher, let me help you." In the canteen, it was the master alone after his busy schedule. Lu Chen leaned forward, took the kitchen knife from the master, moved his hands quickly, and took a few breaths on the chopping board. The dish was cut into the same shape as the master cut before.

"Chen Ye, do you still cook?" Dai Mubai didn't know anything about cooking. He didn't know what to do, so he could only watch with his head tilted to the side.

"Nonsense, you don't know how to cook, I don't want to, how can I feed you outside in the future?" Lu Chen glared at him, turning his head to process the materials behind.

The master raised his eyebrows and swept between Lu Chenye and Dai Mubai, feeling that this kind of personal relationship is a bit abnormal, but the children's affairs should be decided by themselves.

In the early morning of the next day, the Seven Shrek monsters gathered on the playground again, and the atmosphere had become a lot more serious. Yesterday the master's devil training was still vivid. They were afraid that any negligence would make the master dissatisfied, that would be really unlucky.

On the playground, in the same position as yesterday, there was a table in front of the master with a porcelain bowl on it. The master lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Yesterday's battle was only arranged to understand you better. Your first task today is to break this bowl." Just as everyone was thinking about it, the master suddenly raised his head and said.

"Don't you just smash a bowl? What a simple thing." Ma Hongjun came up first nonchalantly.

"Simple? Can't touch, can't use spirit abilities, can't use martial arts." The master added a series of restrictions.

"Um..." Ma Hongjun was stunned, standing in front of the table, stretched out both hands, staring at the bowl, "Break, break it!"

Are you using mind power? There was a big cold sweat on everyone in Shrek. How can you break the bowl if you limit your martial arts spirit and you can't touch it?

"Soul power is soul power!" Ning Rongrong said suddenly, "controlling soul power to form an attack can achieve this effect."

"Ha!" At this moment, Ma Hongjun yelled, the bowl on the table suddenly flew up, and then landed steadily on the ground, "Haha, I knocked it away!"

Oscar picked up the bowl and looked at it carefully: "I said Fatty, what are you excited about? The master's request is to smash, not to fly. Do you think this bowl is intact."

Ma Hongjun froze, grabbed the bowl and looked at it carefully: "How is it possible? Master, this bowl is not fake, right?"

"Fake?" The master snorted coldly, "Little San, you can try it."

"Yes, teacher." Tang San stepped closer, pressed his hands virtually, and then snorted, and the porcelain bowl was broken into two halves.

Ma Hongjun was a little silly: "It's really ok."

The master took out three more bowls and put them on the table: "External release of soul power to form an attack is a way to use soul power, but this is not absolute. It has strong control over soul power, so whether it is using soul power or You can control yourself easily. Generally speaking, a soul master who attacks from a distance is more adaptable, while a soul master who rarely attacks in the form of energy in close combat is more difficult."

As soon as the master’s voice fell, the two porcelain bowls were broken into pieces. Everyone looked at it and found that Xiao Wu made a gesture of □□ with his fingers, while Lu Chenye pressed it under his palm. Needless to say, it must be the two of them. A dry one.

"It's easy." Xiao Wu made a side waist movement.

Lu Chenye lowered his head and looked at his hand, lost in thought. He had not done similar training. Just now, just holding the idea of ​​trying his soul power would be of natural use. Then, the bowl was broken and he didn't have any. Figure out what's going on. As if everything is instinct.

The corner of the master's mouth twitched, and I said, can I wait for a while. It should have long been thought that monsters cannot be remembered for any reason.

Fortunately, the three of Dai Mubai at the back are still normal... the bowl doesn't move at all.

The master coughed twice: "I will give you the first stage of training, which is also your task for the next month. In addition to the physical training that must be completed every day..."

"Ah? There is physical training!" Oscar cried out sadly.

"Why, do you want to double it?"

"No, no, master, you continue to say, I was wrong." Oscar withered immediately.

The master didn't mean to care about him, and continued: "In addition to physical training, I will arrange new tasks for each of you. After a month, I hope you can make a perfect meal."

Cooking? Everyone was stunned. They didn't expect to be able to play like this in class.

The master didn't talk too much nonsense, and directly distributed tasks to everyone.

"Dai Mubai, your task is to make dough, and all the pasta ingredients will be handed over to you this month." The master looked at Dai Mubai who was completely stunned and said.

"Yes." Although Dai Mubai used to be very indulgent in life, he was definitely a good student. Although he didn't know what the purpose of the master was, he decided to follow suit. He believed that the master and the master Lu Chenye trusted would not. Do useless things.

I thought to myself, isn’t it just making noodles? What’s the difficulty, but this idea completely disappeared when he pressed the first pot in half and made both hands batter: Simma, before Why haven't I heard that making face-to-face is such a troublesome thing?

But now that we have agreed, we must work hard to achieve it.

Ma Hongjun's mission is very related to his martial soul, the kitchen is on fire. In order to make a good meal, heat is of course indispensable, and the requirement is naturally his fire control ability. With his current level...Look, there is a fire in the kitchen again!