The first five and sixth Flying swallow dance with folded wings

Du Zhanpeng slowly withdrew his right leg that he kicked out. He was not trying to show off his victory, but was afraid that if he was not willing to make up for Qin Fen's misunderstanding, it would lead to a very troublesome thing.

Retrieving the attack that was about to be issued, Du Zhanpeng squatted down and looked at Du Peng with interest: "The [Flying Swallow Dance] of the Wuxiang Water Bird Fist may be very strong in the eyes of others. But in my eyes, it is no different from a waste. I have said long ago that you are not qualified to fight me. Don't forget that I am the heir of the Du family in the future. And you? It's just the product of the mistakes made by my father drunk on the cook. Don't think that your surname is Du, but you are my younger brother. You are not qualified!"

Du Peng's whole face was twisted like an evil ghost in hell. He suddenly exerted force on his arms to support his body, but Du Zhanpeng reached out and pressed his forehead one step in advance, and pressed it to the ground with force. Mud dots splashed a lot under the impact.

"Are you interested in fighting me?"

Qin Fen's voice was very peaceful, and m134 had long been left aside. As a living at the bottom of society, he had long been used to seeing the warmth and warmth of human feelings and could handle anything calmly.

But today, it won’t work! Qin Fen feels that his emotions are out of control.

The recruits around looked at Qin Fen and Du Zhanpeng's strength just showed was still four-star, but even a five-star meteor master might be defeated by him. The Seven-Star Immortal Thunder Kung is a martial art that even money can't buy!

Facing such a person, he actually has to challenge him? Was he crazy?

Du Zhanpeng slowly stood up, and he shook his head gently, "How come there are so many self-righteous people in this world? Are you trying to stand up for this waste? Don't say that you can't beat me, even if you beat me by accident, isn't he a waste?"

"Qin Fen..." Du Peng, who was lying in the mud, slowly supported his body again: "You are a comrade-in-arms, don't fight for me."

"Okay, I'll wait for you to beat him by yourself."

Qin Fen squatted down and lent his shoulders to Du Peng, allowing the other party to stand up again with the help of his power.

"Winner?" Du Zhanpeng shrugged, with a smile full of contempt.

The snake head beside him said repeatedly: "This is a tragedy called Du Peng. The Wuxiang Water Bird's Ability is also awesome, but it is a tragedy when it comes to the Seven-Star Immortal Thunder Ability."

Dashitou asked in a low voice in a simple voice: "Why is the tragedy of Wuxiang Water Bird Fighting the Seven-Star Immortal Thunder Fighting?"

The snake head also quietly replied: "Legendly, the Seven-Star Immortal Thunder Kung is not only a set of excellent skills, but also a special skills to restrain the Wuxiang Water Bird Kung Fu. Do you think this is a tragedy?"

Qin Fen gently patted Du Peng's back. He also knew that what the snakehead said was indeed the case. The Wuxiang Water Bird's Achievement is a masterpiece, but unfortunately, the starlight will dim when it comes to the Seven-Star Immortal Thunder Achievement.

Du Peng leaned against the main trunk of the big tree. The battle just now did not really hurt his body, but he was defeated too much, his spirit was a little depressed, and he seemed to have suffered some heavy damage.

"I lost again..." Du Peng's words revealed an indescribable depression. The coldness in his daily life has now been wiped out with the decadent and depressedness.

Qin Fen didn't speak, so it was not a wise choice to comfort him at this time.

Du Peng also began to remain silent, but Qin Fen slowly spoke: "Your fist exudes a kind of melancholy and depression, and it is not as free and easy as the legendary Wuxiang Water Bird Fist. In fact, sometimes, sometimes you can let go if you dare to truly face everything about yourself."

Du Peng's body trembled slightly, and Qin Fen did not continue to say anything. It is not a good thing to persuade people to talk nonstop. Sometimes a word or two can achieve the best results for smart people.

After a brief silence, Du Peng's eyes flashed as if he had made some major decision. He said in a faint sad tone: "You should have understood from Du Zhanpeng's words just now?"

Qin Fen said "yes" slightly.

"That's right." Du Peng's tone suddenly had a slight slight freedom: "I came from the Du family. As Du Zhanpeng said, Du Yu raped my mother drunk, so I had me."

Du Peng took a deep breath: "I have never had a desire. I, who has the blood of the Du family, can get special care. I just hope that if I gave birth to my mother for Du Yu, I can get some compensation and care. But..."

Du Peng's smile was full of hatred: "The cook is still a cook, and he was also labeled as seducing the male owner. In that cold family, no one felt that he should do anything or make up for this cook. It seemed that nothing had happened, as if everything was taken for granted..."

"You are very strange. Why can I still learn the Fallless Water Bird Fist in this situation?" Du Peng's rhetoric was filled with a bit of self-deprecation: "It's ridiculous to say it. My mother prayed countless times to me to learn martial arts, but was ruthlessly rejected. Until one day, Du Zhanpeng said that he needed an opponent to increase his practical experience. So, I unexpectedly got the supreme skill that others could not buy even if they spend money. "Fullless Water Bird Fist".

At the end of the words, Du Peng's hatred did not decrease, but on the contrary increased a lot, but mentally it seemed much easier because of saying something that was suppressed in his heart this time.

Du Peng spoke very slowly, and the initial statement was more like the difficulty of every word being pressed by a thousand pounds. When he said it was completely in the situation, most of the competition among the other recruits had ended, and only a few recruits were still entangled.

Because of the draw of lots, only the mute left the garbage group. The other two were very unlucky, both lost in the rock-scissors and lost with their weaknesses against their opponent's strengths.

The only mute who left the garbage group walked to the instructor and said nothing, he was also divided into the garbage group.

Qin Fen stood up and walked to the instructor: "I applied to join the loser group for training."

"Haha..." The instructor smiled and looked in the direction of the mute, saying indifferently: "I thought you were a little smart, but I didn't expect that you were also a fool who thought you could be a good meal. Since you want to be abused so much, I will give you my best wishes. Get out to the trash team."

Everyone waited for a while, and more than a dozen people still did not decide the outcome. The instructor shouted impatiently: "Okay! Stop it! I can't settle your opponent for such a long time, which is enough to show how trash you are. All of you enter the garbage group."

Finally, Du Zhanpeng, Xing Wuyi, the female soldier and thirty other recruits became one of the winners group. The other sixty people were all knocked down into the garbage group.

"Very good! Finally, we have identified the most trash, which are slightly more worth recycling." The instructor pinched his waist with his hands: "The garbage here is never fixed. You completely waste garbage can challenge these thirty or so garbage at any time. If you win, your position can be exchanged."

Many people in the winner group suddenly looked ugly, and some of them entered the winner group by drawing good lottery and good luck.

Many members of the garbage group were also excited. Everyone came here to train for training not to return to their military camps, report to their commanders, and say that they were honored to join the garbage group.

"That's great! There are three things in the end." The instructor's leather boots stomped heavily on the stones under his feet, and the crowd, who had just become a little turbulent, quieted down again.

"First, I want to introduce to you why this island is called Happy Paradise."

The instructor patted his chest very coolly: "Because, every soldier who comes to this island to train can bring me happiness! Whenever I abuse them, torture them, and train them, I feel extremely happy. So, I named it Happy Paradise. As for those soldiers who have been trained here, they affectionately call it Alcatraz Island."

"And I am also affectionately called Satan by all the trained soldiers." The instructor's blue eyes swept across all the recruits again: "Because I am very satisfied with this title, I forgot what my original name was. So, you can call me dear Satan instructor."

Satan licked his very wet but not sexy lips: "Tell you a noun that I hate the most, and many people call him elites. I hate the elites very much, very annoying. I hate the self-righteous pride of the elites, and they look great everywhere they go. I hate it very much! So, when I heard that the so-called recruit elites were trained this time, I told myself, this time! I must set a record!"

The recruits all raised their ears. What did this instructor who had shown a little abnormal spirit from the beginning want to do?

"I want to create a record of 100% clearance rate! All of you don't have the chance to be trained to the last day of the prescribed." Satan's hideous face exuded a hysterical laugh: "In order to achieve this goal, I will use any means! You must be clear that my training camp has a death indicator! Fifty percent! The power given to me by the military region, I can train ordinary members to death in training. So, if you don't want to die, it's still time to get out now."

Death indicators are a special training indicator that only truly elite combat troops have. Such indicators will not exist for ordinary recruit training.

When the recruits heard this, all kinds of expressions appeared, and the scene was particularly quiet for a moment.
Chapter completed!