The 7th Brigade was reorganized as scheduled.

Sun You is in the third group.

Fenglan stayed in the seventh group.

The two cried bitterly, which became a joke among the new and old members of the Seventh Brigade.

Group 7, leader Ma Mengqi.

Seven new teams have been established and seven new deputy team leaders have been appointed to lead them respectively.

There are only nine people in each team, and all of them are Jingwu men.

Feng Lan belongs to the seventh shift, and his job status is changed from a cleaner to a specially hired employee with the title of "knight", and his salary is doubled.

No one has explained or explained the connotation of the title "Knight".

The work arrangement of the new job status includes endless, high-intensity military training every day, lasting between twelve and fourteen hours.

Feng Lan thought to himself that his physique could not hold up, but he was forcibly called to the training hall.

Day one.

During the sparring session, Feng Lan was punched and broke five ribs on his chest. He vomited blood and was unable to train.

Gong Meng, the deputy team leader in charge of Class 7, arranged for two people to carry Feng Lan back to the room.

One person left quickly.

Another person helped pour the water and put it on the bedside. A pair of small eyes looked at Feng Lan mysteriously.

His surname is Cao, a rare surname, with a single name of Hui. He is eighteen years old, has a well-proportioned figure, medium height, and his hair is styled into a very energetic bun.

"Uncle, you are really not that simple. You can withstand the authentic iron fist." Cao Hui said, "The iron fist of the Tie family has been passed down from generation to generation. After the current spiritual training, it has been greatly improved and its grade is now

Ground level standards.”

"My skills are inferior to those of others. What a shame." Feng Lan waved his hand, "Thank you, little brother."

"I don't think his punch was accidental." Cao Hui looked around the room, "I have to be careful."

"Be careful." Feng Lan said with a smile, "Go and exercise quickly. Everything is fine here."

Cao Hui mumbled and left.

Feng Lan lay down for half an hour, then slowly sat up, meditated cross-legged, and took off his shirt. There was a clear mark of a fist on his chest.

The man's heart-breaking punch directly penetrated Feng Lan's Dragon Subduing Palm.

The more Feng Lan thought about it, the more terrifying he became. His body couldn't help but tremble, and all he could see were hallucinations of fists and punches.

Just as he was about to heal his wounds, two people opened the door and walked in. It was too late to get dressed or lie down.

One is a beautiful middle-aged woman I met in the underground garage.

The other is a beautiful middle-aged woman carrying a medicine kit.

"This is Dr. Zhong, a famous orthopedic surgeon. He will restore your bone position and treat you." The beautiful middle-aged woman said.

"Thank you, sister, thank you doctor." Feng Lan said quickly.

"Lie down." Dr. Zhong took out the medical equipment and worked for a while to complete the bandaging. "He is old and his natural constitution is very average. He needs to rest for ten days and a half."

The doctor just finished speaking,

The middle-aged beautiful woman's phone rang and she walked outside to answer the call.

"It's a miracle that I survived."

Dr. Zhong put away the medical equipment and said softly before leaving.

When she saw Fenglan sweating profusely, she closed her eyes tightly, thinking she fainted from the pain.

This kind of dizziness is not serious and will wake up naturally.

Feng Lan waited patiently for half an hour, then slowly opened his eyes, staring straight at the ceiling.

In any case, he couldn't believe that a seemingly ordinary training session almost killed him.

He himself felt nothing unusual.

It was entirely due to my inferior skills that I failed to neutralize the opponent's punch.

Feng Lan repeatedly thought about the boxing sparring in the past, shaking his head, convinced that there was nothing abnormal, but that he was too weak.

Since you are too weak, then become stronger.

He drank all the water in the thermos cup, waited for a while, concentrated in concentration, performed the Nine Yang Magic Technique, and practiced the internal breathing method.

Gradually, waves of warm currents rose from the broken ribs, like ants crawling, and it was unbearably itchy.

Stop practicing immediately and the itching sensation will disappear immediately.

It seems that the chest is like a damaged skin bag. When the Nine Yang Magic is used, the mysterious power inside leaks out along the cracks in the skin bag.

"What's going on?"

Feng Lan thought about it for a long time and started practicing again. The itchy feeling like crawling ants appeared again.

This time, I persisted for a while and then stopped. When the itching disappeared, there was nothing abnormal.

Then, when I started practicing again, I felt an itchy feeling like maggots attached to my bones.

This time, he chose to persist.

When the itching sensation is at its peak, there seem to be thousands of ants and maggots squirming together in the cracks in the ribs.

This kind of itching does not affect the cultivation of internal energy.

At noon.

Feng Lan was eating when Sun You came.

Sun You still had that smiling demeanor, no different from usual.

However, the flickering eyes he occasionally glanced around the room did not escape Feng Lan's eyes.

He seemed to be looking for something else.

"Brother Lan, are you okay with your injuries?"

Sun You sat on another chair and asked with a smile.

"After treatment, the doctor said that I need to rest for ten days and a half." Feng Lan chewed the steak and said, "In the evening, I will arrange a few beef bones to speed up recovery."

"I'm sick and haven't reported to the training hall yet." Sun You said, his eyes unnaturally wandering, but he quickly calmed down, "I heard that training will be very hard."

"A bunch of psychopaths." Feng Lan complained, "They still think they can train me to be some kind of bullshit elite knight? How old am I and what kind of physique do I have? It's really bullshit."

"Is something wrong?"

Fenglan asked suddenly.

He always felt that there was something strange about Sun You. His hair was neatly styled on weekdays, but today it looked messy.

"No. Come and see you." Sun You said with a smile, "Tomorrow, I'm going to the training ground. I don't know why, but I'm a little scared."

"Why? What are you afraid of?" Feng Lan said, "It seems to be nothing. If you are not sure about yourself, just choose to box with the robot. Other training is running, iron lifting, multi-person cooperation and other projects."

"Yes." Sun You took out two books from his arms and put them in the drawer. When he stood up, he said softly: "Brother Lan, be careful."

Before Feng Lan could react and ask, Sun You left.

Feng Lan felt that Sun You was weird, but he didn't know how to ask.

He glanced at the TV screen. It happened to be the time when the server was down for maintenance.

"What's wrong with this guy?"

Feng Lan quickly determined that Sun You was taking advantage of this special moment to tell him to be careful.

But, what exactly is it?

The seventh group is reorganized.

Feng Lan, with so much credit, has gained nothing, and is a marginal figure.

Sun You is even more marginal.

Who is free to harm a marginalized person?

Fenglan didn't take the matter seriously.

All is well until the time comes.

Feng Lan turned off the lights on time, sat cross-legged and meditated, and began to practice the Nine Yang Magic Technique.

The tingling sensation of ants crawling and maggots squirming filled the cracks in the broken ribs on the chest.

For a moment, Dongfang Yubai emerged in the depths of his mind, and Baihui, the heavenly spirit above his head, slowly opened a window.

After waiting for a while, a drop of water floated out from the frost mist under Dongfang Yubai, and then a second drop of water floated out.

Two drops of water seemed to be pulled, floating into the window of Tianling Baihui.
To be continued...