"Huh! Ha! Huh! Ha!"

On the practice field, many disciples sweated profusely.

From time to time, Meng Shi Yang Yunsong shouted from the sidelines: "Step up, punch! Bow, bend left! Bend elbow, clench your fist..."

"Li Yundi, why didn't you eat? Stand up straight! Stand your legs!"

"Zhang Yunchang, raise your left hand a little more!"

"Everyone should remember that the arms are the door of the whole body, and should be narrow rather than open. The hands should be relaxed and flexible, and the hardness and softness should be combined..."

Everyone kept practicing amid the scoldings, and each drill continued to improve.

Meng Shi Yang Yunsong nodded secretly, with a smile on his eyes and thought to himself: "These children are all good and have great insight."

Turning around again, his brows couldn't help but frown again.

"Jiang Yunmu, are you stupid? This punch goes up from the inside out and then up, why did you go up all of a sudden? Start again..."

"How did you learn this iron arm punch? Did I teach it? If you tell it, won't you make a joke?"

A nine-foot-tall boy was trained to his face and his face turned red, and every move became even more messy.

Yang Yunsong became a little angry, and his words became sharper and sharper: "Jiang Yunmu, I think you are just wood! I'm stupid and stupid! I've been teaching for three days, and I can't even have such a simple move!"

The boy's face was red and his ears were red, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet. He couldn't hit the iron arm fist and stopped at a loss.

Yang Yunsong said angrily: "Jiang Yunmu, come out for me! Don't get involved in the team and influence others!"

The boy walked out of the queue with his head down, standing in the open space next to him, with a look of shame on his face.

The rest of the people continued to practice, and only the tall boy stood alone in the corner.

After a while, Yang Yunsong's voice sounded again: "Qin Yundi, you come out too!"

Qin Di hurried out.

Yang Yunsong called him to the side and whispered: "Xiao Qin, I think you practice very well, just like someone else has been practicing for three months. You don't have to practice in the team anymore. Can you help me and teach Jiang Yunmu? Look, I'm so busy..."

Qin Di looked up at the boy and saw that he looked simple and honest, about sixteen or seventeen years old, standing there alone and looking particularly helpless, so he said, "Okay, let me try it", and then walked over.

He wasted his time in school until he was thirty years old in his previous life, and he also taught students and knew some teaching methods, so he didn't feel any difficulties.

He took the boy to a corner where no one was far away and asked, "Yunmu, how old are you this year?"

The boy's face had not yet retreated, and his black eyes looked at him and replied, "Thirteen years old."

Qin Di was a little surprised: "Thirteen years old is so tall? He is younger than me!"

The boy felt a little embarrassed: "The family is all very tall, I am considered short. My ancestors have the blood of the giants."

"Okay, Junior Brother Jiang, do you think the Iron Arm Fist is difficult?"

The young man stuttered: "I am stupid and I learn slowly. Others can learn twice or three times, but I have to learn ten times."

Qin Di was not upset and nodded and said, "It's okay! Ten times will be ten times! You practice with me until you are proficient, okay?"

"Okay! Thank you Brother Qin!"

So the two began to teach and learn, and the exercise field where the group exercises in a team of fifty people seemed a bit alternative.

Qin Di knew that the other party had a short circuit, so he didn't teach too much at once, but taught the first four moves first.

He asked Jiang Yunmu to practice each of them alone ten times until he mastered them completely. After practicing the four movements, he reviewed them from the beginning and tried three times. Then he started to teach five to eight movements, ten times the same movement, and practiced them from the beginning three times. He kept rolling like this, four movements in a group, and three times after three cycles, Jiang Yunmu mastered all the movements. A set of iron arm punches made the tiger-like and shining. With his tall figure, he was full of momentum and powerful, and even Qin Di felt a little ashamed.

"Good! Iron Arm Fist has hit this level and is almost coming into the hall! Qin Yundi, you taught me so well! I didn't expect you to have this ability!" At some point, Yang Yunsong had already come over and praised him with a smile.

Qin Di smiled slightly: "Junior Brother Jiang is young and has not yet learned anything. He is a good seedling."

"Absolutely! The country of Yue has chosen more than 200 people. They can pass three levels in a row, and each of them is very talented! I was anxious just now and have a bad temper. Don't keep it in my heart."

Jiang Yunmu showed a grateful expression on his face: "Thank you Brother Qin! Thank you Master Yang."

At this time, everyone on the practice field had dispersed.

Qin Di started to walk towards the cafeteria, and Jiang Yunmu followed him, and the two sat together.

Qin Di ate twenty black noodles and mixed grain steamed buns in one meal.

Jiang Yunmu was even more terrifying. He even ate sixty of them and wanted to get them again.

"Brother Qin, this steamed bun is not full! Since I came here, I have been hungry every day and have never eaten enough. It is especially good today."

Qin Di said lightly: "It's not just you, everyone is like this. I heard that it's because I can't eat, I have to get the flesh and blood of monsters."

"I also heard that. There is a Huangxi Valley in Baili, and there are low-level monsters there. Brother Qin, why don't we go and try it? I really can't stand it if I'm so hungry every day!"

"No, you must enter the first level of Qi refining. Otherwise, you will easily be injured by monsters."

Jiang Yunmu was eager to try: "I am strong and maybe I can do it. Brother Qin, I am a hunter. Our Jiang family is all big. We can't eat enough by farming alone, so we have to hunt once or twice a month. I have killed a tiger with empty hands!"

Hearing this, Qin Di became interested and asked, "You can make condoms and dig traps?"

Jiang Yunmu felt a little embarrassed: "I know the simple ones, but I don't learn the complexity. Every time I go hunting, my father commands me, so I can dig wherever I ask me to dig."

"You will understand if you dig too much. When did you start hunting?"

"At twelve years old, it's only been over a year in total."

"What kind of spiritual root are you?"

"Fourth-grade earth spiritual roots."

"It's very good. There are no more than five people in our team with the fourth grade and above, most of them are in the sixth grade and seventh grade."

Jiang Yunmu smiled: "My father said that stupid people have good fortune."

Qin Di said: "I am going to go fishing for spirit fish. I need a helper. Do you want to go?"

"Okay, of course I want to go." Jiang Yunmu jumped up excitedly.

"Okay, wait until I'm ready to call you."

After leaving the cafeteria, he returned to the wooden house, and took a short rest. When he saw that it was time for a while, Qin Di walked slowly to the spiritual weapon room. When he entered the door, he saw that there was no one in the room. He immediately smiled and said, "Senior Sister, I'm here again!" He said that, and took out four cans of spiritual worms.

Miao Yunjuan was very surprised: "You dug four cans? Have you changed the place? They are all first-level, right?"

"Senior sister, just look at it."
Chapter completed!