I'm lucky to catch the elves

After hearing Ma Zongyong's words, Chen Yue felt a lot of emotion in his heart, and also understood the meaning of his words.

If a trainer wants to truly grow into a strong individual, he must explore the most suitable path for him.

"Uncle Ma, I understand."

Chen Yue said solemnly.

Ma Zongyong nodded, and said with a smile: "Of course, you don't have so much to think about now. There is nothing wrong with learning from the experience of your predecessors. Only by accumulating enough background will you have the opportunity to accumulate a lot of money."

"Next, I will pass on some of my own experience to you to lay the foundation for your elves..."

Ma Zongyong suddenly turned his head and looked into Chen Yue's eyes.

"During elf training, you can't be idle, and practice martial arts with me."

"Although it's a bit late, it's better to learn some fur than not to know."

Chen Yue was stunned when he heard the words, and then nodded seriously.

……

In a huge and spacious training ground, Grandmaster Monkey stood with his hands behind his back, holding a wooden guiding stick.

In front of it, Little Fist Dragon and Chuyi are using their skills seriously.

Chi Soul didn't fall behind either, constantly using skills to drain his stamina.

Chen Yue was striding forward, sweat was streaming down his face, and his whole body was trembling slightly.

Ma Zongyong stood with his hands behind his back, his face was cold, his sharp eyes swept across, and the guiding stick in his hand fell on Chen Yue from time to time, showing no intention of showing mercy.

"The movement must be correct, and the mind must be united. If you treat exercise as torment, then it will in turn torment your spirit, forming a vicious circle."

"You have to feel the sense of tempering it brings to you, or if it doesn't work, give me the unity of mind and mind, keep your movements steady and don't shake!"

Snapped!

While speaking, Ma Zongyong landed another stick on Chen Yue's thigh coldly.

Then, his gaze turned to Chuyi and Xiaoquanlong.

They are both out of breath now.

The paws of the first grade of junior high school released the steel claw cross kill at a slower and slower speed, and the sweat continued to fall.

The situation of Little Fist Dragon is similar. Although its current strength is still relatively low, exercising with it in the first part of its physical fitness will not affect its growth.

"Compared to a trainer, ordinary exercise can hardly make an elf feel tired."

"If you want to achieve the effect of exercise, the first stage is to release high-intensity skills, and consume physical strength by mobilizing attribute energy."

Compared with Ma Zongyong, the stick in Grandmaster Hou's hand is more like a decoration.

It didn't correct the skill release of the three elves with pain.

However, its coercion belonging to the lord-level elves never stopped for a moment.

Strong pressure acts on the three elves, bringing a heavy load like a mountain, and at the same time tempering their spiritual will.

Under such circumstances, it was extremely difficult for the three elves to release their skills, their physical strength was also extremely exhausted, and their spirits were hit by waves like waves.

Not just how long has passed.

On the first day of junior high school, my whole body was soaked in sweat, and my spirit was even more stressed. I mechanically raised my paws, but found that my limbs were as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

It took a deep breath, clenched its teeth, concentrated all its mental and physical strength, and wanted to release another steel claw cross kill.

However, it seems so difficult.

The paws were trembling.

The process of mobilizing attribute energy is also extremely laborious.

His head was also groggy, and he wished he could fall asleep directly.

Just when it was almost unable to sink, a residual energy in the body began to play a role.

Like the clear spring water flowing down from the melted snow mountain, the trickle flows into the limbs and bones.

Like a spring on a dead tree, it awakens the dull spirit again.

Swish!

With such a boost, Chuyi let out a roar, and once again swung a steel claw cross!

Seeing this, Ma Zongyong nodded.

This is not the sudden explosion of potential in the first grade of junior high school.

That situation is too rare.

This is because the energy remaining in the body was mobilized after eating the pure energy crystal on the first day of the junior high school.

This kind of effect can almost account for half of the value of pure energy crystals, but the method of excitation is relatively harsh.

Looking back, Ma Zongyong began to correct Chen Yue's posture again.

He didn't beat Chen Yue with a stick to play tricks or put on a serious look on purpose to intimidate Chen Yue.

The main purpose of hitting the body was to make Chen Yue's body form a muscle reflex.

This kind of reflex is not something that the brain can actively control, only continuous tempering can be effective...

……

Bang bang bang!

The dull sound of physical collision echoed.

Chu Yi punched and kicked fiercely, white claws flashed, and his eyes were sharp.

Grandmaster Hou's expression is indifferent, his figure is steady, and he looks like a breeze between dodges and evasions. He is calm and unhurried, his palms are surging, and he firmly suppresses Chuyi with solid martial arts skills.

It was already suppressing its own strength, and it was fighting against Chu purely by virtue of its own skills.

But even so, rich combat experience and sophisticated skills make it almost impossible to touch it in the first day of junior high school.

"Miku."

Grandmaster Hou's figure was calm, and his aura was extremely steady during the battle, pointing out the moves of the first day of junior high school.

The first day of junior high school also listened very carefully, absorbing the valuable experience passed down by the master Monkey.

Boom boom boom!

Compared with the battle between Grandmaster Monkey and Junior One, Little Fist Dragon will be much more exciting.

The master of Little Fist Dragon is another elf of Ma Zongyong, who is also a master - Wing Chun Cheetah!

This humanoid cheetah is tall and burly, wearing a black mandarin jacket, the overall color is yellow and black, with a golden mohawk on its head, and cold eyes.

Wing Chun Cheetah is an elf evolved from apprentice Meow's evolutionary martial artist Meow.

Similar to Music Yang, Apprentice Meow is also an elf influenced by human culture.

Of course, unlike the master monkey, the change of apprentice cats is only because they like the fighting scenes in action kung fu movies so much.

The battle between Xiao Quanlong and Wing Chun Cheetah looks very exciting, with punches to the flesh, fierce and vigorous, and the sense of impact and power are full.

Of course, the language of Little Boxing Dragon also played an important role in it.

Bang bang bang!

"Great, great! That's how it feels!"

"Every punch has a response, and every kick can feel the collision of power!"

"The blood is boiling, the soul is burning!"

"Rainstorm Iron Fist!!!"

Little Fist Dragon violently waved his fists, his eyes were like burning fireworks, his face was so excited that it was a bit ferocious, and his high fighting spirit was like a volcanic eruption!

Facing the passionate driving of Xiaoquanlong, Wing Chun Cheetah felt a little speechless.

Why... all of a sudden, my blood boiled...

Although he was muttering in his heart, the movements of Wing Chun Cheetah's hands were not slow, his figure reversed and moved, and his palms, elbows, and various rigid moves were constantly changing.

Its purpose is to train Little Fist Dragon, so naturally it must match the fighting style of Little Fist Dragon.

So Wing Chun Cheetah has been head-to-head with Xiaoquanlong.

That's why Little Fist Dragon feels so good to fight.