All the sandbags are stunned, the most resistant sandbags? What does this mean?

Ye Qiu carried his hands on his back and said with a serious expression: "There is a saying in my hometown that you should be beaten first when practicing martial arts, and the same is true for practicing. Your current identity is exactly the same. In my opinion, such an environment is not just a dilemma, but a great opportunity!"

All the sandbags are even more confused.

"Xiwu was beaten first? What is this?"

"Don't you just beat people when practicing martial arts? Why did you even get beaten?"

"Opportunity? Isn't the boss kidding?"

Ye Qiu shook his head and said, "It's not your ignorance. It's actually the misunderstanding of everyone in the world of immortal cultivation. He only seeks to cultivate qi and pursues cultivation, but despise the body refining. This is actually sacrificing the roots and chasing the end."

Ye Qiu looked at the sandbag with a confused look on his face. Even people like Jun Wuhui and Fang Qingyin who have a family background were confused and patiently gave an example: "Think about it, no matter whether you practice martial arts or practice, you are powerful. If your body is strong and your meridians are strong, can you accommodate more spiritual energy? The speed will be faster when running spiritual energy, and you are not afraid of tearing the meridians? Both are the fifth level of Qi training, one person only practices Qi, and the other person takes into account both Qi cultivation. Who is stronger, who is weak?"

"It seems to make some sense!"

Gradually, some people began to understand, and Jun Wuhui and Fang Qingyin's eyes also began to lit up.

Ye Qiu continued: "To give a more specific example, it is the core disciple of the Jindan stage today. He has a high cultivation level, but why can't he even beat me, a person who doesn't have a trace of spiritual energy in his body? It's because his reaction is too slow, so he can't even see my movements. And because his body is too weak, so weak that I can't even withstand a punch! So he is bound to lose!"

The sandbags in the audience were shocked all over, and they all realized, yes, why can this boss defeat the core disciples, and why can he kill the monster in the Golden Pill stage with one punch? This is clearly a strong body!

"Boss, can we become as strong as you?"

A short but a little clever boy said with a depressed excitement.

All the sandbags were stunned, and then they shook their heads and said, "Stop talking, how could we have a strong boss!"

"Dream in the daytime!"

"Just think about it!"

"We're just waste!"

Ye Qiu nodded with a smile and said, "Who said no? If not, isn't this just nonsense to me? What do you think I'll rely on for no one to die in three months? It's very simple, that's to make you stronger than all the inner disciples!"

The audience was suddenly in an uproar.

"How is it possible? It's stronger than the inner disciple?"

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

"We're just sandbags!"

Even Fang Qingyin couldn't believe it and said dumbfounded: "Isn't Ye Qiu bragging, right?"

Jun Wuhui was also surprised and suspicious. The senior brother's ability is really great, but the senior brother is really capable of training these sandbags even stronger than the inner disciples?

Ye Qiu sternly said: "I said you can do it, but you can't. There are no natural wastes, only psychological wastes. You have nothing. Do you don't even have the courage to take a fight? You have poor qualifications and few resources, but you can have one thing, that is determination. If they don't become strong, they can be mediocre for a lifetime, and if you don't become strong, you will be dead!"

All the sandbags were shocked.

"thump!"

A sandbag knelt directly on the ground and shouted loudly: "Boss, please teach us how to become stronger! I want to survive!"

"thump!"

"thump!"

The sandbags present all knelt down like gold mountains and jade pillars.

"Boss! Please teach us how to become stronger! We want to survive!"

"We want to survive!"

Ye Qiu's words completely sank all the sandbags, and at this moment, the fire that survived was burning.

"Very good. Starting today, the Shabao Camp will be renamed the Death Camp! We are still Shabao to the outside world, but internally, we must reap the belief of dying and practice!"

Ye Qiu said loudly.

"Authful camp!"

"Authful camp!"

Looking at the scene of the tsunami of mountains and seas, Jun Wuhui was excited and said: "These people... the senior brother is simply amazing, he is simply a natural leader."

Then Jun Wuhui sighed and said, "It's just that the senior brother is a body of all leakage, otherwise he would definitely be a hero."

Fang Qingyin also said regretfully: "Ye Qiu is so powerful, it is really unfair to go to heaven."

Ye Qiu has already arranged for the Death Camp to go back to rest. He can't be too hasty in training. After all, these guys will have to resume their sandbag work normally tomorrow.

When Ye Qiu heard the words of the two people, he smiled and said, "The way of heaven is unfair. Some are born rich and noble, some are born poor, some are born enjoying, and some are born suffering. But adversity itself is a kind of practice. Only when birds can fly higher against the wind, right?"

Ye Qiu also walked away slowly. Jun Wuhui trembled when he heard Ye Qiu's words. His eyes gradually became clear with fatigue and confusion. He stood up and bowed deeply to Ye Qiu and said, "Thank you for your teachings!"

Fang Qingyin's little head seemed to be unable to understand. Ye Qiu wanted to ask, but found that the entire martial arts venue had become empty. He stomped his feet angrily and said, "Hate, there is no demeanor at all!"

...

When all the members of the suicide camp returned to their dormitories, they found that there was a booklet on the head of each bed, which read "The Golden Body Strategy".

"This is……"

"It's the boss! It must be prepared by the boss!"

"It's the technique given to us by the boss!"

After looking through it, everyone found that the "Golden Body Art" was 100,800 miles above the "Iron Bone Art", and it was not a level of martial art!

Moreover, it is easy to understand, not as obscure as the Iron Bone Kung Fu. It is even difficult to understand, and it is also explained in small words, how to practice it.

Bearing strength, unloading strength, and leveraging strength to fight strength, these clever tricks are listed in the simplest way. They finally understood why the boss said that they would first become a resistant sandbag. And according to the martial arts, the more harsh they were beaten, the faster they practiced.

"Boss is so good!"

“Woo woo…”

"We must practice hard and not lose the boss's face!"

The moment they discovered the "Golden Body Art", all the "sandbags" cried. Today, their world seemed to have changed.

I recognized my boss, ate meat, obtained magical powers, and received reasons and hope to survive.

They will survive.

"Life!"

The belief in survival and becoming stronger is quietly established.
Chapter completed!