Douluo Fight God of War

Tang San, Dai Mubai and others, who were carrying the bamboo basket on their backs, now no longer felt that the master's punishment was embarrassing, because compared to Zhang Ruochen, they really completed the task easily.

Tang San, Dai Mubai and others supported each other in the front, while Zhang Ruochen was alone in the back, silently suffering the consequences of personality factors.

After only three or four kilometers of running, Zhang Ruochen felt that the hill on his back was getting heavier and heavier, and Zhang Ruochen's clothes had already been soaked with sweat.

Zhang Ruochen sighed. Fortunately, he was smart and relied on his charisma to reduce the punishment to ten rounds.

If he really had to carry this stone sixteen times back and forth, the distance would be infinitely close to 200 kilometers, and he would definitely fall into self-doubt, because he would never be able to hold on for sixteen round-trips.

As for cheating, Zhang Ruochen really didn't think about it. Just like what he said before, a man should shoulder all his promises. No matter how bumpy and difficult the road ahead is, he must keep his word. .

In fact, those are all nonsense. Zhang Ruochen is just afraid that the old ghost Flanders is supervising him from behind. If he cheats and the punishment is increased, he will really die.

Zhang Ruochen really guessed correctly, but the person responsible for supervising him was not Flanders, but Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji's supervision of Zhang Ruochen was actually arranged by the master a long time ago. After all, practice is practice. If you are injured during practice, the gain will outweigh the loss.

The sequelae of the violent rage did not bring any side effects to Zhang Ruochen at all. Instead, it was the pain after the violent rage that encouraged Zhang Ruochen to move forward.

But when he ran five kilometers, Zhang Ruochen's mind suddenly changed.

"That's not right. The teacher said I made a mistake. He didn't say where I was wrong. Could it be that I didn't hear? I'm not even thirteen years old. I can't be deaf."

Zhang Ruochen put the boulder down, touched his head, and said to himself.

"Teacher, are you lying to me? That's even more impossible. As for the teacher's emotional intelligence, as a person who has been deceived by ketchup for five years, how can his emotional intelligence suddenly increase?"

Just when Zhang Ruochen was slandering the master, the master who was preparing salt water for everyone suddenly sneezed three times.

The master didn't even need to think about it to know that when he scolded, thought twice, and sneezed three times, that brat Zhang Ruochen was definitely talking about him. After all, given the current time and place, it was impossible to talk about him. No two people.

Zhao Wuji burst out laughing when he heard Zhang Ruochen's words, but when he thought of the master's instructions, he quickly covered his mouth with his hands.

But I continued to feel secretly happy in my heart, brat, you just realized it. It’s not that you didn’t hear it, it’s that the master didn’t discover the mistake of you brat at all. After all, neither the dean nor I discovered any of your mistakes. at.

With the master's soul power cultivation of less than level 30, even if he is the first person in theory, his ability to observe actual combat can never be better than that of his soul saint. After all, actual combat is actual combat, and theory is theory. They cannot be confused. An altar.

What makes Zhao Wuji so happy is mainly Zhang Ruochen, a brat. Even if he knows that they are tricking him, this brat still has to carry this boulder on his back for ten rounds.

Zhang Ruochen turned his head, looked at the tree where the laughter had just come from, and sighed. Now he had almost guessed the truth, but who made him not react at the beginning?

Once, I carried a hill on my back, held my breath and refreshed myself, put my hands on my legs, and used all my strength in one place.

The hill lifted off the ground, and Zhang Ruochen's entire face was as red as blood, with blue veins popping out.

The body continued to run slowly forward. In fact, it would be polite to say that he was running. In fact, Zhang Ruochen was completely walking now, but he was walking faster.

Sweat dripped from his body, and every time Zhang Ruochen walked out, there would be a footprint and a pool of sweat on the ground.

At this time, Zhang Ruochen had no intention of continuing to complain about Flanders, Zhao Wuji and the master.

Because even though there were many difficulties, Zhang Ruochen didn't want to give up. Sun Wukong stood upright. As the descendant of Sun Wukong, he could never be defeated by this small boulder.

Although the speed is not fast, it is very even.