"Senior Brother Liang, I don't think this set of black wu armor is of any use. It feels like I don't feel anything when I carry it on my body. How heavy is this set?"

"Yeah? Thirty kilograms? That's so heavy? No wonder I don't think it's very useful."

"Or what if we go back and change the key points, I feel that this set will not be a weight-bearing effect at all. Running like this is no different from usual."

Under the moonlight, Zhang Kun kept running and shaking the so-called Xuanwu armor on his body from time to time, his face relaxed.

Regarding this, Guo Binliang, who was running in front, trembled his eyes, but he didn't say anything, but just secretly whispered in his heart.

Change another set? Where can I find another set for you? The thirty kilograms of Xuanwu armor is the heaviest in the boxing gym. Uncle Changsheng took out this set directly, but it looked down on you.

As for lightness? Hehe, now you think it's lightness, but wait, wait a little longer...

A cunning smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Guo Binliang's mouth. He looked back at Zhang Kun with a normal expression, smiled, and continued running forward.

The two of them ran quickly on the road without a man, and Zhang Kun's mouth kept silenced. However, as time went by, Zhang Kun's words began to gradually become less. When the eastern horizon and the first ray of sunrise jumped out, Zhang Kun's mouth was completely closed.

He gasped gently, his face full of seriousness, and his eyes were filled with a hint of surprise.

Looking at the rising sun in the sky and then looking at the surrounding environment, Zhang Kun's eyes trembled.

Impossible, no, how could this happen?

Zhang Kun has no watch, and his mobile phone is thrown in his luggage bag. He never brings these when he goes out for training. But even so, Zhang Kun can roughly estimate the time he appears. It should have been about an hour and a half since they left the boxing gym.

That's right, although it's an estimate, Zhang Kun is sure that this time will definitely not be too far apart.

Then Zhang Kun looked at the surrounding roadside environment and recalled the memories of running in the past. The unbelievable expression in his eyes became stronger.

He has only been about halfway through the journey?

You know, he ran thirty kilometers yesterday, but it only took two hours and three minutes, and today...

Zhang Kun suddenly lowered his head and stared blankly at the black black treasure armor under the training suit.

The close-fitting Xuanwu armor ran and fell as he ran, looking dumb and stupid. Zhang Kun originally looked down on him and thought that this thing was not very useful, but now...

Thirty kilograms, just thirty kilograms. It obviously doesn’t weigh much, why is this happening?

It is not difficult for Zhang Kun to guess why such a change would occur, but he just couldn't understand, just thirty kilograms, and he didn't feel the pressure when he was wearing it. Why did the difference between him when he actually ran?

He looked up at Guo Binliang running ahead. He had to work very hard yesterday to lead Zhang Kun, but today he looked very relaxed. Although his forehead was covered with sweat, at least his back was dry and not soaked.

As for himself, Zhang Kun felt that his whole body had been soaked in sweat.

Zhang Kun opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't say it.

His eyes were condensed, his mouth was tightly pursed, and then he began to slowly and actively regulate the breathing of his mouth and nose, the movement of his muscles, the ups and downs of his body, and even the amplitude of his arms swinging...

In the past, he made his body feel like running at all. He thought that running was the best state, but now, Zhang Kun felt that this was not the case.

He knew the reason, and his physical memory was still in his state of yesterday, but today, he weighed 30 kilograms, so the best state in his physical memory is no longer suitable for today.

Since Zhang Kun found the reason, he would naturally find a way to adjust it, but the body weight changes and the increase in burden begin to accumulate little by little.

Zhang Kun was sore all over, and his mouth and nose seemed to be burning, and his sweat was flowing down as if he was not worth it. Zhang Kun hadn't felt this feeling for a long time.

And when he finally arrived at his destination, Master Guo Changping stood there with a cold face, holding a timer in his hand.

"Three hours and twenty minutes." Master Guo Changping said coldly.

Zhang Kun opened his mouth and wanted to explain that he would be so late because he was wearing Xuanwu armor.

But looking at Master Guo Changping's cold face, Zhang Kun opened his mouth and finally didn't say it.

After resting for ten minutes, he started the training later. He first stood on horse stance. For this, Zhang Kun started to stalk without saying a word. He urgently needed some physical strength to recover.

But soon, Zhang Kun's face became ugly. Because he couldn't find the feeling of stance...

Yes, he couldn't find that feeling, the feeling of a horse standing up in his heart.

His body fell and he knew very well how to control every muscle in his body, but... he couldn't do it.

The thirty kilograms of Xuanwu armor began to slowly exert his power, and Zhang Kun also began to taste the results of this power.

In the past, Zhang Kun regarded as a physical recovery agent, but today Zhang Kun suffered a lot. In two hours, Zhang Kun stood up and his hands and feet became weak, and his physical strength was even more severely consumed.

The subsequent squats, frog jumping, and even the Yongchun airing that Zhang Kun had already matured and could not be more mature made Zhang Kun's pain deepen little by little.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Zhang Kun was helped back to the boxing gym by senior brother Guo Binliang, and then the medicinal bath that he had not taken for more than ten days appeared in Zhang Kun's room again.

Zhang Kun sat in the bathtub, looking at the Xuanwu armor he had untied, his eyes dazed.

On the sofa in the room, a figure quietly held a purple clay teapot and was tinking tea leaves there. It seemed that he saw Zhang Kun's dull appearance. A slight chuckled from the corner of the man's mouth, but he quickly calmed down and then spoke lightly.

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ps: I have been running around this Saturday and weekend because of family affairs, so I don’t have time to write. I will update one time and resume two updates tomorrow!
Chapter completed!