Because the little owl was stuck there for too long, everyone felt more or less confident when they heard the "testing was completed", including Tang Lin himself.

When he put down his hand, Tang Lin was still thinking that he would not have a question mark again.

As a result, the little owl really faded, and in contrast, the outline of the keywords has a shallow mark.

At first, I couldn't see what it was, so I could only vaguely identify it as four words. So Zheng Luozhu, Nange, and Fan Peiyang all flashed their first reactions in their hearts.

Zheng Luozhu thought of the conditioned reflex - the zoo director.

What Nange thought of was the night elves.

Fan Peiyang intuitively determined that the two trees were two-man and perched, which was in line with Tang Lin’s potential to have two stationery trees, but he immediately denied that the tree was a typo, and the correct way to write it was “double-mane living”, so he overturned the answer to his own good meaning.

Don’t ask for only one or two seconds. Why did Mr. Fan think so much? Asking is the normal thinking speed.

Unfortunately, no one guessed it right.

The real keywords have nothing to do with Tang Lin’s existing [Wolf Shadow] stationery tree, nor with his two stationery trees that are different from ordinary people—

As intact.

When these four words finally became clear, the atmosphere solidified.

Zheng Luozhu and Nange secretly looked at each other, tacitly silent.

This was the first stationery that Tang Lin felt when he entered this world. It brought him a new life and took away the corresponding price.

Half an hour ago, they just learned about Fan Peiyang and Tang Lin, and finally relied on Zheng Luozhu's wit to transfer to the training ground.

Now, it's back in one second.

But after thinking about it, one is “destroyed” and the other is “intact”, this is simply a couple’s keyword…

There was no emotion on Fan Peiyang's face. Before the silence spread to the entire training room, he broke the silence and asked Tang Lin: "What do you think?"

Tang Lin's idea was clear: "Either it's still an old problem. I've been here for too short and there is not enough data for it to evaluate. I can only use the first stationery to use on me to count; or this is indeed my potential. As for why it is still as intact as before, it may be a coincidence, or it may be related to the fact that it is the first text to be used on me."

I have a quick mind because I was not touched by those four words and had no distractions.

Fan Peiyang knew that this would happen, but he still couldn't help but want to try it.

"Bamboo," Fan Peiyang turned his gaze away from Tang Lin and changed back to the previous topic, "Light up your new stationery tree and take a look."

Tang Lin captured a trace of loneliness the moment he turned his head. Only then did he realize that Fan Peiyang was not concerned about his potential at all.

It is fake to say that you don’t feel sorry for Fan Peiyang.

But Tang Lin was powerless.

If he pretends to pay attention and be entangled with things that have no feelings, it is really hurting Fan Peiyang.

"Boss, Mr. Tang, I'm starting--" Zheng Luozhu, who was named, ran to the center of the open space in the training room, naturally stood up straight, not relaxing, but not too tight.

Tang Lin, Fan Peiyang and Nange stood on the sidelines.

Zheng Luozhu closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and focused his attention.

Soon, an iron plate appeared in front, back and left and right sides of his body. Each iron plate was about two meters high and half a meter wide. Four iron plates were just in a circle and protected him in it.

Zheng Luozhu's second-level stationery tree is [a circle of iron plates], and the real object is exactly in line with the name.

"This is not the largest range-" Zheng Luozhu's live broadcast came from the iron plate, "I want to increase the area of ​​a single iron plate now-"

As the words came to the end, the height of the four iron plates remained unchanged, but the width was stretched at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the end, the area of ​​a single iron plate was two meters high and two meters wide. The space formed by a boundary was no problem, and it was not a problem to plug a dozen people.

Zheng Luozhu's forehead was covered with sweat, maintaining the limit of the stationery, and his physical strength was consumed very quickly. He could not see the situation outside and could only ask loudly: "Is that OK? I will relieve it--"

In fact, the three of them had already arrived in front of the iron plate at this time.

Fan Peiyang raised his hand and tapped the iron plate lightly, making two crisp "clang clangs". Whether it was the touch of the tapping or the sound feedback, he frowned: "It's too thin, and the actual defense is insufficient, so narrow the range of the iron plate and increase the thickness."

Zheng Luozhu did as he immediately.

The width of the iron plate shrank from two meters to one meter seven, and from one meter seven to one meter five.

"It can't be narrower," Zheng Luozhu maintained his breathing rhythm like running. "If it is narrower, it will not be enough for the four people."

It’s not impossible to force it, but when they really fight, they can’t stand in place like wooden men, and there must be some room for movement in the iron plate.

"Well, the thickness now is enough for basic defense," said Fan Peiyang. "Bamboo, remember this width. If the four of us are not dispersed in actual combat, this width should be the value you will often use."

"I understand." Zheng Luozhu understood that controlling stationery trees actually had muscle memory. The more mature you practice, the faster the stationery takes effect and the more accurate it is.

Moreover, he not only needs to remember the common values, but also needs to understand the relationship between the area and thickness of the iron plate. If he encounters a strong attack, he must continue to sacrifice the area to enhance the thickness. Like when Tyr hit him, he only retains the protection of the fatal position, and the others are converted into thickness...

etc.

Zheng Luozhu was excited. Why did he feel that as soon as he communicated with his boss, his IQ would rise in battle, and he would learn from others and expand himself.

Boss, a battle instructor who was delayed by making money.

Fifteen minutes later, Zheng Luozhu took off the iron plate and was soaked in a round head with sweat, shiny.

Nange took out a towel from his backpack and threw it over.

He caught it and stroked his head casually. Before he could finish it, he heard Fan Peiyang ask, "[Iron Plate] can only protect the front, back, left and right, and cannot protect the top of the head. Have you tried to control the [Iron Plate] to make up for this at the same time?"

This is really asking.

Zheng Luozhu took off the towel: "I tried it, it can, but I can only hold on for ten seconds at most."

The first problem exposed above his head was [a circle of iron plates], and he tried it on the first day when he came to the training ground.

Fan Peiyang nodded: "Practice again, use equipment to practice physical strength, and use control to practice mental strength, and the time can definitely be extended."

"Yes." Zheng Luozhu had already built a training notebook in his mind, and had already thought of the cover name - "The boss teaches you to fight and fight".

Tang Lin didn't interfere from beginning to end, stood beside him and watched leisurely. He watched Zheng Luozhu nodded like pounding garlic, and smiled without feeling like he was pounding it.

The focused Fan Peiyang has a charm that will make you follow his rhythm inexplicably, but you are naturally immune to it, so when you first started to join forces, Fan Peiyang was always very irritable.

Nange came on stage after Zheng Luozhu. She did not go to the center of the open space, but went to the edge of the training room and stood against the wall.

Her second-level stationery tree is [Mandela's Scream ii], which is different from Zheng Luozhu. Her stationery has not changed its shape, but has only enhanced its power.

"Wait a minute-" Seeing that Nan Ge was about to be lucky, Zheng Luozhu quickly called for a stop, and then sent Tang Lin and Fan Peiyang the earbuds prepared in advance, "Safety first, safety first."

At first glance, there is a lesson from blood and tears.

The three of them put on earplugs and retreated to the edge of the training room diagonally diagonally, pulling apart the maximum allowable distance between the training room, about thirty meters.

Zheng Luozhu took out a goblet from the bag he brought, poured half a cup of pure water, and then placed the cup on the ground in front of the three of them, and could see the position with a slightly downward look.

Fan Peiyang and Tang Lin understood a little when they saw this.

After doing all this, Zheng Luozhu nodded to Nange.

Nan Ge lowered his eyes and took a long breath.

"ah--"

The upgraded version of Mandela is here.

It is more shrill, more terrifying, and more explosive than the first version.

Tang Lin was wearing earplugs, and his eardrums were still hurting, and his head was buzzing. The thirty meters away from Nan Ge seemed to not exist, and the screams were like a sound in his ears. The thoughts of escaping from this room kept gushing out of his heart. He had to endure it so that he could stand still.

Even so, he still did not forget to look at the goblet on the ground.

In the cup as thin as a cicada's wing, there are constant ripples on the surface of the pure water. It is the water shaking and the wall of the cup.

Sound waves trigger resonance.

As the scream continued, the vibration of the goblet became stronger and stronger, and finally it shattered with a "bang" sound.

Because the cups are placed low enough, the goblets are also small, and the fragments are just flying to their feet at the farthest.

Nange's scream lasted for half a minute before it ended.

She breathed in big mouthfuls and drew air.

Tang Lin and the other two took down the earplugs and walked towards Nange.

Zheng Luozhu tilted her head and rubbed her painful ears, feeling worried: "Fortunately she is a teammate. If she is an opponent, I would definitely give her head to the iron plate."

Nange had a thin sweat between her forehead and neck. She took off the rubber band that was put on her wrist and tied her hair up, and also came to the three of them: "That's the case now. The duration is about five seconds longer, and the lethality and range are also enhanced compared to before. The more confined the space, the better the effect. As for the resonance effect, it can only break the glass cup for the time being, and it cannot be too thick."

The four people met in the center of the venue.

This stationery tree didn't say much, it was just attacking, it was simple and direct, so Fan Peiyang only gave one suggestion: "Practice more lung capacity."

Nange looked at the dynamic bicycle, treadmill in the equipment area, and his mood and voice were dark: "Hmm..."

If Zheng Luozhu and Nange are considered as display, Fan Peiyang and Tang Lin will explore. They have not used their own second-level stationery tree.

Fan Peiyang goes first.

Tang Lin, Zheng Luozhu, and Nan Ge don’t have to do anything, quietly watching “the self-cultivation of a combat madman”.

Fan Peiyang first put the backpack he brought to the ground, then looked up at the equipment area for a while, and finally stood still and calmed down.

First, the zipper of the backpack moved, and it was pulled open by itself as if they were robbed by a broken T-shirt in the dungeon, but the speed was faster and the sound was lighter.

Then a can came out of the backpack and fell silently to the ground, as if there was a force holding it and gently lifting it.
To be continued...