The Career of the Heavens Starting from Douluo

There was no bamboo basket to put this big stone, so he held the edge of the stone with both hands and carried it behind his back.

The operation and difficulty are much greater than Tang San and the others.

Tang San and the others also began to pant, sweating all over their heads.

The girls had their hair tied up, the heat radiating from their rosy cheeks.

It seems that in the fourth round trip, everyone can still hold on.

But when the fifth round trip started, Oscar and Ning Rongrong slowed down.

The footsteps of the two were vain, their eyelids shrugged, and their bodies swayed with each step they ran, and they always felt that they would fall to the ground in the next second.

Although Tang Ming was running ahead of the team, he was always paying attention to the situation behind him. Seeing that Ning Rongrong and Oscar couldn't hold on any longer, he slowed down.

"Rongrong, give me your bamboo basket."

Tang Ming held the stone in one hand and stretched out towards Ning Rongrong with the other.

Ning Rongrong glanced at Tang Ming and didn't say anything, just silently handed the bamboo basket behind him to Tang Ming.

Her physical exhaustion is too serious, and now she has no strength to speak.

Tang Ming took Ning Rongrong's bamboo basket, and with a flick of his wrist, the bamboo basket flew to the stone and stood firmly.

On the other side, Tang San and Dai Mubai shared Oscar's stone.

The crowd hit the road again.

Carrying the bamboo basket on his back, Tang San ran silently, but every now and then, his eyes would fall on Tang Ming in front of him.

Tang Ming still carried the stone, but Ning Rongrong's bamboo basket was on the stone.

The weight of the bamboo basket is not large, but it is really difficult to make it stand firmly on the stone and not fall off when running.

But Tang Ming did it.

When running, the stone is up and down, turbulent, how can the bamboo basket without any fixed point not fall?

It's definitely going to fall.

But on the stone that Tang Ming was carrying, the bamboo basket seemed to have taken root. No matter how big Tang Ming's movements were, it would not fall.

This really surprised Tang San and the others.

In surprise, the fifth, sixth, and seventh round trips were also completed.

By the start of the eighth round trip, the sun had risen to noon, and the fiery red sun was glowing with fiery light.

It became difficult for Tang San and the others to breathe, their lungs seemed to be on fire, every step they took, every breath they took, their chests seemed to be on fire.

"No, no, no."

Ma Hongjun shouted weakly, then stopped with his hands on his knees.

His fat face was pale, and every breath was like a tattered bellows pumping.

Everyone stopped one after another.

Tang Ming is the best of all.When everyone was tired and had difficulty breathing, he was the only one with a ruddy face and slow breathing.

But there was also sweat on his face.

"give it to me."

The only one who can speak now is Tang Ming.

He carried the stone to Ma Hongjun's side, picked up Ma Hongjun's bamboo basket with one hand and threw it on the stone.

After doing all this, Tang Ming looked at Zhu Zhuqing, who was on the side. At this time, Zhu Zhuqing's beautiful curves were outlined by sweat, his mouth was slightly open, he was panting, and his face was exhausted.

Apparently it's reaching its limit.

Tang Ming smiled, came to Zhu Zhuqing without a word, and threw her bamboo basket on the stone he was carrying.

Zhu Zhuqing glanced at him, pursed his lips, and said nothing.

After a short rest, everyone went on the road again.

At the end of the eighth round trip, when the master scooped up water for Tang Ming, he looked at the three bamboo baskets on Tang Ming's stone, but did not speak.

This guy

Tang Ming left.

The master looked at his back with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

On the tenth round trip, when returning, Dai Mubai suddenly couldn't hold on, if Tang San had not supported him in time, he would have fallen to the ground.

"Boss Dai, are you okay?"

Dai Mubai leaned against Tang San, his chest heaving violently like a bellows, his clothes were soaked with sweat.

Tang Ming glanced at the guy, walked over and threw his bamboo basket on the stone.Then keep running.

"wait wait wait!"

Dai Mubai suddenly stopped Tang Ming, his evil eyes were red, looking at Tang Ming, "I, I don't need your help, I can still hold on!"