The words were divided into two parts, and when Xun Xian was a strange and suspected new member of the people who were in trouble.

Jiang Jianshu is also experiencing another kind of pain.

In the ruins of some open space in the lung area, Xu Manyu conducted a special training for Jiang Bingshu.

Jiang Bingshu lay on the ground, trying to pretend to be dead, but what was waiting for him was Xu Manyu lifted up like a rabbit:

"Brother Jiang, I will take back the previous words that mocked you. You are not weak, you are just a defective product. You are so careless?"

Xu Manyu spoke, but his hands were slightly forceful. Jiang Bingshu was being held on his neck, but Xu Manyu's movements seemed to throw a shot put...

His body was thrown into the sky by a force that was so huge that it could not be escaped.

"If I can't land the way I said, I will continue to throw you like this until I'm tired of it."

"By the way, your ribs are almost done, right? Don't you want to be kicked off again, do you?"

Female Demon.

Jiang Bingshu's affection for Sister Che was almost completely lost in this merciless battle.

There is only one thought left in the whole person - to complete the task required by the female devil, otherwise she will suffer more terrible torture.

Jiang Bingshu also felt a little ruthless in his heart.

The fluctuating blood was activated, but it no longer emitted thick smoke as before. It was just a layer of golden luster on its body.

He recalled the skills taught by Xu Manyu in his mind.

The shoulders, elbows, and wrists exerted force instantly, as if the drowning person was slamming the water flow.

In the moment when he stopped in the air, Jiang Jianshu found a subtle sense of balance.

Relying on the wave eye, he saw the surging of the airflow, and his body and mind suddenly fell into a state of tranquility.

In an absolutely unbalanced state, the strength of Xu Manyu to throw was eliminated bit by bit.

This is the sixth time.

In the first five times, Xu Manyu's throws made him feel completely unbearable.

So five consecutive failures were caused by Xu Manyu's even more inhumane torture.

Xu Manyu was like a surgeon in an operating room. The scalpel was cracked and slashed the other party dozens of times, but because each knife was very accurate, it only allowed the other party to be sentenced to minor injuries.

Jiang Bengshu was beaten very badly by Xu Manyu, but every time he thought he could not hold on, his body's self-healing mechanism began to trigger.

Whether it is the strong physique or the mystery of fluctuating blood.

Xu Manyu seemed to be able to grasp the degree of constant beating Jiangbians, but let Jiangbians take a few breaths before drowning.

Jiang Bingshu didn't notice it. After a few days, he was beaten unilaterally from the beginning. He could slowly predict three or five moves.

This time, he was able to finally remove force in the air and then stabilize his body.

He thought he would get praise from Sister Che, and thought he could finally breathe for a while.

But what comes to him was Xu Manyu's broken waist and leg strike!

"It's too slow, it's so hard, Brother Jiang, no one will give you so long tossing in the air in actual combat."

"You won't think my speed will not be able to launch the second round of offensive before you land, right?"

"Slowly, unqualified!"

It's unqualified again. I don't know how many times I heard it failed these days.

Jiang Bingshu really wanted to curse the crazy woman, but he didn't dare...

A slap like a storm came. At first, Jiang Jianshu finished eating all his slaps. He was beaten to the point of bruising and swollen face.

But he could avoid a quarter of the attacks.

Slap sex!

The slap was crisp, but because it was too dense, it sounded very eccentric.

This is also a very familiar process in the past few days.

"There is no decrease in the number of slaps last time. What a waste, Brother Jiang, I'm about to lose interest in you... Hey, this newcomer really can't do it."

But don't, every time I finish this, I will beat you even harder next time.

Jiang Bengshu wanted to roll his eyes, but he couldn't make such a subtle expression in pain.

Xu Manyu was happy and did not lose interest at all. Obviously, he was becoming more and more interested in Jiang Bingshu.

Although she looks like a female devil, she is actually surprised by Jiang Bengshu's progress.

In just a few days, Jiang Bingshu has learned a lot of advanced fighting skills.

Not only are there martial arts from various schools, but also some techniques that are so powerful that Jiang Bingshu believes that reality does not exist.

For example, things like removing force, and the so-called fist wind and palm wind.

She used the method of relieving force and removing force for several days when she learned it herself.

Jiang Bengshu is not inferior to himself and the coach in terms of qualifications.

But this is also related to the training method.

It is impossible for ordinary people to withstand the training like Xu Manyu.

If it were someone else, even a bun is more powerful than Jiang Bingshu at present...

Xu Manyu's training must not be called training, it is more like ravage and torture.

This is a kind of training that only ginger-diseased trees can withstand.

Because of his strong self-healing constitution, it is a fluctuating blood that improves his healing ability, so he can continue to withstand it.

Since you can't die, then let's fight to the death.

Xu Manyu has figured it out clearly. Even in the final stage of tomorrow's son selection, even if Jiang Bingshu is seriously injured and about to die at that time, he can still be alive the next day.

So before the registration deadline, let this little guy see what the real hell is.

"It's too slow, or do you think it doesn't matter if you have anything to do in the face? Should you take off your pants and spank you?"

Xu Manyu's words were to humiliate Jiang Bingshu and arouse Jiang Bingshu's anger.

If Jiang Bingshu is in an angry state, he can still maintain the battle with arrangement and skills...

Then her teaching is in place.

If Jiang Bingshu was angry and beaten up, she would use a more cruel way to make Jiang Bingshu's anger extinguished by fear.

Many times, Jiang Bingshu was aroused from anger, but was extinguished by Xu Manyu's invisible power.

And he himself is another person who will self-relieve when his emotions reach a certain limit.

So to now, in the face of verbal humiliation, Jiang Bengshu feels angry, but this kind of fire will only make his adrenaline secretion faster, but will not affect his rationality.

Such training, or such torture, has no end.

Jiang Jianshu was tired, so he was dragged up by Xu Manyu and woke up with a few slaps.

The so-called rest is that Xu Manyu is tired and exhausted, so Jiang Jianshu will have the opportunity to rest.

Time passes day by day.

Jiang Bingshu seems to have made no progress in training, so how should he be beaten or how should he be beaten.

Faced with Xu Manyu's offensive, he found that after he could save a quarter of it from the beginning, he would make no progress.

But in fact, he is improving.

However, he could no longer feel the process of Xu Manyu's continuous increase in intensity.

There are three days left before the official selection of Tomorrow's son.

In the early morning of this day, Jiang Jianshu woke up on time at five o'clock.

Because Xu Manyu had been awakening Jiangbians at around five o'clock before.

The method of dividing muscles and bones into pieces was called getting up, which made Jiang Jianshu form a memory in just a few days.

Sure enough, as soon as he saw Xu Manyu's face, Jiang Bingshu raised his hand and punched him, but it was gently blocked by Xu Manyu's slender fingers.

"Okay, don't be so nervous, it's a sign that scares you. You have graduated, Brother Jiang." Xu Manyu's expression was indescribable gentleness.

Jiang Bingshu didn't react for a moment, just thought it was some kind of conspiracy.

Until Xu Manyu began to caress the wound on his face, then he saw some kind of... motherly brilliance.

"I feel sorry for you. Don't blame my sister. Everyone in this world is attracted by the ability of the disease and the ability of the disease to fluctuate, but these two abilities... are equivalent to vehicles."

Jiang Bingshu didn't speak, and Sister Che's gentle appearance made him feel a little uncomfortable.

The female tyrant beat him up for many days.

Xu Manyu didn't mind either and said:

"In a game, the better the vehicle's performance, the higher the chance of winning. But it also depends on the driver's skill."
To be continued...