"Dang...dang..." There was a rhythmic sound of heavy blows in the practice room.

This training room is almost completely closed with only a few breathable holes. However, due to design reasons, there is no trace of sunlight that can shine in through the breathable holes. It is mainly illuminated by the electric lights in the training room. At this time, the training room is very dim, and only one of the seven lights is lit. Compared with the huge training room, the light it can provide is very limited.

There is only one exit of the entire practice room, and the breathable hole cannot even enter the sun, let alone the person. At this time, the door was opened with a gap, and there were several curious little eyes looking through this gap to see the situation of the practice room.

In the middle of the practice room, a blindfolded young man was hitting wooden stakes, or the "wooden stake formation" was more suitable because he fought against eight wooden stakes at a time.

Moreover, these wooden man piles are different from all traditional wooden man piles. First of all, each wooden man pile has a different height, and each one is shining with metallic light. These eight wooden man piles are all made of iron, or it should be called "Iron Man piles". It would be more suitable.

Eight "iron man piles" surrounded the warrior in the middle, and kept waving the iron pile hands to attack the warrior in the middle through seemingly irregular rotation. Although there were eight wooden stakes in total, and they kept turning, you will find that they had never had a "car collision" between each other, and they passed each other every time, maybe because of luck or because of clever design.

The number and position of the pile hands on each wooden man's pile are different. Eight wooden man's piles rotate at the same time, and dozens of pile hands are constantly hitting, but the pile hands cannot even touch the body of the warrior in the middle. Every time, the man is blocked by his hands and feet. He can take care of all directions at the same time, which shows how fast his move is.

"So amazing!" The little eyes in the crack in the door saw this scene, and their eyes were full of admiration. Although the light was dim, because the light was just in the middle, they could see clearly what was going on.

"Drink!" The man in the middle shouted loudly, with a move of "White Crane Stretching its wings", and his two palms quickly attacked, one in front and one behind, and the two wooden stakes were quickly retreated by this huge force. There was a variable track under each wooden stake, which allowed the wooden stake to move and rotate.

Because the power was too great, seeing that the wooden stake was about to hit the wall, but the speed was still not reduced, the little guys in the crack in the door couldn't help but scream. They had no doubt that if this iron wooden stake hit the wall at this force and speed, it would definitely hit the wall.

Just when the iron wooden stake was about to hit the wall, the whole wooden stake suddenly paused and then slowed down. At the same time, several holes appeared on the wall, and the pile hands of the wooden stake were inserted into the holes.

When the pile body hit the wall, a depression appeared on the wall. The wooden stake was perfectly embedded on the wall. After everything returned to peace, there was an "pillar" on the wall. Those who didn't know the situation would never have thought that this inconspicuous pillar was actually a wooden stake.

After the two wooden stakes returned to their positions, three wooden stakes returned to their positions one after another, and there were still three wooden stakes left on the field. These three wooden stakes automatically became a regular triangle, trapping the warrior in the middle.

When each wooden stake returns to the position, the speed of these still rotating wooden stakes is one minute faster. The rotation speed and strength of the three wooden stakes on the field are about twice as fast as before.

So although the number of wooden stakes was small, the pressure on the warrior in the middle did not reduce at all, but increased a little.

"Bang bang bang..." The louder impact made the owners with small eyes peeking through the cracks in the door tremble all over.

"Drink!" Another loud shout, the man in the middle blocked the two wooden stakes on both sides with his hands, and kicked them out at the same time, just in the middle of the wooden stakes behind him.

The kicked wooden man stake retreated at an extremely fast speed, and in the blink of an eye it became part of the wall. Then the man slammed his hands and hit the two wooden man stakes in front of him, and the two wooden man stakes quickly retreated.

After the fight, the warrior in the middle took off the blindfolded towel, let out a light breath, and looked at an hourglass next to him, and one-third of the sand had not leaked. He nodded with satisfaction.

Then he turned to look at the crack in the door. The pair of small eyes that were originally peeking at were already missing, leaving only a small crack in the door, and one of them flashed by. It was not the child's eyes, but it also proved that someone had watched him practice martial arts. The corners of his mouth curled up and stepped on the ground at the same time. The eight wooden stakes that had already returned to their positions appeared again, rushing towards him at a faster speed...

At night, in this practice room, a middle-aged man challenged six wooden stakes. The six directions of the wooden stakes formed a hexagonal star. After a stick of incense, all of these wooden stakes returned to their positions.

"It hurts... That pervert, he can deal with eight wooden stakes at the same time with such speed and techniques. What a pervert, how did he do it!" the man said, rubbing his arms.

"But I can't lose to the young man." As he said that, the middle-aged man's aura changed, and then he stepped on a bluestone brick under his feet. With a "clang", eight wooden stakes rushed towards him at the same time.

If the pair of small eyes that were peeking during the day were still there, they would see a completely different way of playing. The young warrior's playing style during the day was just one word - fast, so fast that he was dazzling. He used his hands and feet to block all the wooden stakes at an extremely fast speed, abandoning all the moves.

This middle-aged warrior is "slow". Of course, this "slow" is relative. If he is not fast, he will definitely be beaten into a fool. His speed is not slow, but his playing style is slow. He uses force to use force to resolve the attack with a set of kung fu. Although it seems to be "slow and slow", he is also defending without leaking water.

The middle-aged man finished driving eight wooden stakes faster than the young man in the morning. When the hourglass was halfway through, he drove all eight wooden stakes back to their original position.

"It seems that I won't lose to that young man!" The man laughed, then cleaned up and left the practice room.

In the early morning of the next day, before the rooster crowed, the door of the practice room was pushed open. This time, a boy came in, probably only twelve or thirteen years old. This was one of the pairs of eyes that he peeked through the crack in the door yesterday.

"I'll try it too." He said that, turning on all the lights and walked to the middle position.

At this time, there was nothing abnormal in the practice room. There was no wooden stake, nor the tracks on the ground. There was only a floor made of bluestone bricks.

"It should be this one." The boy found a brick in the middle, then stood up with his horse stance, stomped his feet hard, and the brick moved slightly, but there was no change.

"Bang."

"Bang."

After stomping for seven or eight times, he did not react at all. The young man did not believe in evil, and used his hands and feet to press the bluestone brick hard. He knew that this brick was the trigger switch of the wooden man stake formation.

The boy used his strength to bury his breasts, and finally the brick was pressed. A wooden stake suddenly popped out, and a track appeared on the ground. The wooden stake rushed towards the boy at an extremely fast speed.
Chapter completed!