Chapter 30 Zhong Yuan's true talent

"Hoo ho!"

"Hoo ho ho!"

Two young men in training uniforms fell on the floor of the training ground, panting.

"Brother Feng, I can't do it anymore. I'm exhausted and paralyzed. I need to slow down!"

"Then... take a ten-minute break!"

Zhong Yuan stood on the edge without sweating, and said with a look of disdain, "Is this going to stop? Is this going to slow down? You have already rested twice."

Grass is a plant.

Feng Qing yelled with all his strength, "Who said I can't do it? If you're a man, you can't say no. Sigh... I'm hungry. I'm going to have some supper."

He struggled to climb towards the second floor, but unfortunately he fell down before reaching the stairs.

"Shame!" Feng Yumo spat.

If you don't have the energy to climb, wouldn't it be better to lie down like this?

At three o'clock in the morning, the training ground in the warehouse dormitory was brightly lit.

After training intensively for a whole day, Zhong Yuan felt that he had made great progress.

He wanted to practice again, but unfortunately the two coaches did not allow him to continue.

Seeing them paralyzed on the ground, not even wanting to move, Zhong Yuan had no choice but to go to the second floor to get a cold beer and come down.

"Give!"

One can per person.

"Wait a minute, you're not under age yet, so you can't drink." Feng Qing snatched Zhong Yuan's beer away with his hands.

I saw this guy holding a can in his left hand and a can in his right hand, touching his face, and he instantly moaned in comfort.

"It's alive! It's alive!"

Zhong Yuan didn't want to drink at first, so he nodded and said, "Okay, after drinking, let's continue!"

Feng Qing actually shuddered and cried out, "Are you a devil! You won't give me ten minutes?"

Zhong Yuan frowned and said, "What? Is there a problem?"

Of course there is a problem!

Don’t you see that Brother Feng and I are exhausted?

Feng Qing looked at Zhong Yuan like a monster.

Something's wrong,

After being beaten down thousands of times at least, Zhong Yuan was the most exhausted among the three, okay?

"Brother Feng, Brother Feng, please say something."

Feng Yumo opened the can with trembling hands and said dullly, "As a man, you can't say no! Anyway, you have a life to share."

Damn it?

Feng Qing trembled and said, "No, I didn't!"

"You do, don't be modest." Feng Yumo took a sip of beer and gritted his teeth, "I promised to let him practice a certain weapon, and I must do it!"

There was a pile of cold weapons spread out on the ground.

Swords, guns, clubs, Zhong Yuan has tried everything.

Finally, Feng Yumo came to a conclusion.

Zhong Yuan has no talent for using cold weapons.

Logically speaking, Xu Neng's cultivation understanding is quite good.

You can get started in an ordinary day, and you can be decent in as little as ten minutes.

However, Zhong Yuan practiced all day long, but he was still awry.

His physical coordination is not very good, and no matter what weapon he uses, he is missing a bit of soul. Even if you master it, it will only be in vain and you will be vulnerable to masters.

Feng Yumo has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and he has one of the best vision among the young generation.

Seeing Zhong Yuan training tirelessly over and over again, he really couldn't bear to tell the truth.

God rewards hard work, as long as hard work is rewarded...how strange! ! !

If you don’t have talent, you don’t have talent. One year of hard work is not as good as one week of training.

Reality is so cruel.

Feng Yumo slowly drank the beer and began to think about how to say it without hurting Zhong Yuan's self-esteem.

Feng Qing had finished one bottle and started the second one.

The empty bottle was thrown on the ground. He was too lazy to run to the trash can and throw it away.

So Zhong Yuan flattened the can, picked it up, and tossed it into a trash can more than ten meters away.

Bang!

The flat can drew a parabola in the air and fell accurately into the trash can.

Feng Qing realized it later and didn't notice.

However, Feng Yumo felt like he had discovered a new world, his eyes were shining brightly.

He thought of Zhong Yuan's ridiculously accurate marksmanship.

Nowadays, if you just throw the cans away, they end up in the trash can. Is it a coincidence?

Feng Yumo quickly drank up his can of beer, flattened the can and tossed it gently.

Bang!

Just a little short of it, the can hit the edge of the trash can and finally fell to the ground.

When Feng Qing saw this, he couldn't help but sarcastically said, "Brother Feng, you are too inferior. You can't even hit it from such a close distance."

Feng Yumo fell silent.

Of course he could hit it if he aimed well, but Zhong Yuan didn't even aim, he was just as relaxed and free-spirited as if he was on autopilot!

"Zhong Yuan, I finally know what type of weapon you are suitable for practicing."

Feng Yumo became excited and said firmly, "Hidden weapon!"

ah?

"For example, is Xiao Li's Flying Knife of no use?" Zhong Yuan beeped softly, "But I think the 40-meter sword is more powerful."

"Come on, come on! Do it again!" Feng Yumo didn't care about his feelings at all, rushed to the trash can, took back the two cans and handed them to Zhong Yuan.

"Try it, throw both together."

Before he finished speaking, Zhong Yuan took action immediately.

Two perfectly parallel parabolas shine in the bright light.

Bang!

There is only one sound when it falls into the trash can!

What coordination and precision this is! This step can only be achieved if the timing of exerting force with both hands is exactly the same!

However, when training other weapons, such coordination is a fatal flaw.

"Eh? Not bad!" Feng Qing blinked, suddenly feeling that Zhong Yuan's move was a bit cool.

He was eager to try, so he quickly drank the beer in his hand and threw it into the trash can.

The jar landed three meters away, worse than Feng Yumo.

"Wait a minute, it doesn't count just now, I'll do it again!"

Feng Qing reluctantly picked up the jar, returned to where he was, and shouted, "Throw the world away!"

Bang!

It failed and fell to the ground less than three meters away.

"No, no, come again!"

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Feng Yumo pointed at this guy and said to Zhong Yuan, "See? That's what it means to have no talent. The way you look at training with a sword is just like Feng Qing now."

Zhong Yuan frowned and said, "What do you want to say?"

Feng Yumo said seriously, "I can't teach you hidden weapons. I know nothing about this. Since you have such a talent, don't waste it. I can find a famous teacher to teach you."

Zhong Yuan was still a little unwilling and said, "But..."

Feng Yumo sighed, "I know what you are thinking. If it doesn't work, you can find an ability similar to martial arts to absorb."

Zhong Yuan's eyes lit up and he asked, "Do you have such ability?"

"Yes. Unfortunately, most of them are basic skills with very low levels," Feng Yumo said eloquently, "For example, the Scissor Hands of the Big Sword Mantis, and the Brutal Fist of the Green Demon Ape."

Wearing sunglasses seriously affected his accuracy, Feng Qing finally gave up trying to put the can into the bucket.

He walked to the trash can, threw the can away, and said faintly, "Brother Feng, you forgot that there is a kind of alien Xu Jing that has good fighting ability."

Feng Yumo was startled for a moment, suddenly remembered, and said in unison with Feng Qing, "Ghost trench badger!"

Zhong Yuan: What the hell?