This is a sunny day, which is quite warm, but seeing the increasing smile on Fang Yuan's face, the soldiers in the training ground felt a chill coming and it became colder.

No matter how you look at it, Fang Yuan doesn’t seem to have good intentions. Could this guy be a sadist? The unlucky day is coming?

"Everyone, don't be nervous, don't be nervous. The first training is very simple, very simple. Maybe you all tried it before." Fang Yuanchun was proud and smiled quite gentle.

A chubby inner disciple couldn't stand it anymore: "Marson, if you have any questions, just arrange them, we are not cowards."

Fang Yuan knew that this man was named Qiu Hua, and his strength was quite high among these people. He was once selected as the captain by Ye Huan.

"Okay, have you seen these bowls? The bowls are filled with water, each of us put three of us on our heads and two hands, and from now on our hands, we hold on until sunset, and if anyone's bowl falls down, there will be no dinner. Well, it's very simple, that's it."

Fang Yuan spoke, first made a demonstration, squatted down his horse stance, and signaled everyone to follow him.

The soldiers on the field rarely practiced such basic skills. When they heard Fang Yuan's words, they immediately began to buzz and talk.

"Who dares not obey the order and beat twenty military sticks again, but after the beating, you still have to do it." Fang Yuan snorted coldly and said the truth.

No one dares to talk nonsense anymore. Everyone knows that this is a military camp, not a place to joke.

However, fortunately, Lu Chen, Zhang Heng and others took the lead in practicing and started to do it according to Fang Yuan’s requirements.

Ye Huan is a lazy person. He originally wanted to apply for an exception, but when he saw Fang Yuan's cold eyes, he had to walk over with a frown.

Everyone present has a good foundation in kung fu. At the beginning, there was no problem and everyone did it well.

Fang Yuan squatted at the front of the entire team and explained the key points to all the inner disciples.

Originally, many of the soldiers were quite disdainful. Later, when he saw Fang Yuan's erudition, he heard him talk about the essentials of martial arts, and they all listened to them.

Especially after the on-site practice, I felt that it was of great use and I couldn't help but gradually build confidence with Fang Yuan.

Ye Huan has a good family background and has never suffered such pain, but he still gritted his teeth and held back. After all, he is the deputy marshal. If he really makes a joke, he will be very embarrassed.

An hour passed, and a bang sounded, and the bowl on a girl's head suddenly fell to the ground, and the girl's face changed immediately.

Fang Yuan sighed. The girl's name is Xie Zhijun, and she is the weakest one.

"Sorry, Marshal, I'll drag everyone down." Xie Zhijun's tears almost flowed out, and she looked very sad.

Many inner disciples looked over immediately. They all hoped that Fang Yuan could show some sympathy and canceled this boring training.

"Don't be discouraged, Zhijun, keep going, you can do it." Fang Yuan said encouragedly, not blaming her.

Xie Zhijun nodded heavily, filled the bowl with water again, and then continued to grit his teeth and persevere.

As time goes by, more and more people throwing bowls. After all, although some people have good strength, they cannot hold on.

In the end, only half of what they did successfully. When they relaxed, they felt extremely tired.

Seeing Fang Yuan's relaxed look, many people were speechless. Could it be that this guy has been practicing this way since he was a child?

What makes some people even more dissatisfied is that they cannot see the meaning of this kind of training. Even if the training time is long and only lasts for a month, they should not be squandering like this.

"I'm sorry, half of the people will not have enough food today. I hope these people will have good luck tomorrow." Fang Yuan said with a smile.

All those who had not had a meal thought Fang Yuan was quite hateful at this time, while those who had a meal were also quite tired and just wanted to fall asleep on the ground on the spot.

But Fang Yuan did not allow it. He asked everyone to practice on the playground and only after an hour could they leave.

As for those who have no food to eat, at least they can take pills, but they are not short of energy, but they always feel uncomfortable if they haven't eaten.

Many people complain, but they dare not say that Fang Yuan’s precepts and orders say that those who complain randomly can be punished at the least, at the military stick, and at the worst, at the most beheading.

Seeing these people's frowning and deep grudges, Fang Yuan sighed. The training of these people must be too simple. How could they become masters so loose?

As soon as the hour arrived, many people left one after another. Most of the remaining people experienced Fang Yuan’s painstaking efforts, or were naturally strong, and were still training hard.

Ye Huan left with her sleeves.

This day was a torture for him, which made him full of anger, but unfortunately he couldn't vent it.

After thinking about it, Ye Huan always felt that he could not just let it go, so he turned a corner and walked towards the hall where Su Qian was.

"Is Her Majesty the Queen here? I have something to ask for my opinion." Ye Huan's attitude was extremely respectful.

After shouting, Ye Huan leaned over there and waited, because he thought that according to his words just now, Su Qian could hear them no matter where Su Qian was in the hall.

After waiting for a long time, Ye Huan almost lost his patience. When he wanted to turn around and leave, he saw a figure flashing and Su Qian appeared.

Looking at Su Qian under the moonlight, Ye Huan was stunned. The flawless face of the white jade was shining with a crystal luster, which was so beautiful that it was beyond imagination.

In Ye Huan's heart, Su Qian's beauty is not inferior to Yang Ling at all, but most disciples of the Holy Martial Arts Academy are only obsessed with Yang Ling, and their eyes are too shallow.

"Screaming, what's the matter?" Su Qian's face was obviously unhappy, but fortunately, there was no whip coming.

Ye Huan resentedly told Fang Yuan’s training, and kept accusing this training of being clichéd and ineffective.

"It's only a short day, what effect do you want?" After hearing Ye Huan's words, Su Qian said coldly.

Ye Huan almost choked. I have to say that the witch Su Qian is very cold and moody, but Ye Huan likes it.

"Her Majesty Queen, this is not the point. I dare to guarantee that the soldiers will not improve in this month. If I were to train, I would be a hundred times better than him." Ye Huan said respectfully, but his face was full of confidence.

Su Qian's cold voice suddenly became colder than the moonlight: "You really have confidence that you can be a hundred times better than Fang Yuan's training?"

"Of course, I can make a military order. If it cannot satisfy you, I am willing to accept any disposal." Ye Huan thought of the way the Ye family trained their children, patted his chest and said.

Su Qian sneered, and there was a strong disdain in her smile: "If you still have this kind of confidence in half a month, then come to me again."

After saying that, Su Qian turned around and left, and actually left Ye Huan on the spot.

Ye Huan has always kept her fat face smiling, and her smile disappeared without a trace at this moment, and she changed into a ferocious look.

The colder Su Qian was towards him, the stronger Ye Huan hatred for Fang Yuan. He always believed that Fang Yuan had snatched his favor in front of Su Qian.

Ye Huan returns on the moon.

His fists kept clenching, and the anger in his heart was really nowhere to exaggerate.

"Deputy coach, it's so late, where have you been?" Fang Yuan returned from the training ground and saw Ye Huan, and asked curiously.

"I'm going to watch the moon." Ye Huan said hatefully, wanting to hit Fang Yuan's face with his clenched fist.

Fang Yuan smiled: "The deputy coach is so elegant. Why are you making a bitter face? Is your stomach uncomfortable?"

"I'm fine, thank you for your concern." Ye Huan snorted coldly and left with a stern face. He was afraid that he would really do something wrong after staying for a long time.

Fang Yuan shook his head with a wry smile. He knew that Ye Huan must be very uncomfortable, but there was no way, he could not satisfy everyone.

When he arrived at the coach's tent, Fang Yuan's heart gradually calmed down.

To be honest, these exercises on the training ground are far from enough for Fang Yuan, and even Lu Chen and Zhang Heng cannot satisfy them at all.

But Fang Yuan had no choice. If he didn't take the lead in everything, he would be afraid that he would not be able to implement it better. The precepts were too strict. Generally, Fang Yuan would not use it, and he would not want to reduce his staff by himself.

The total number of soldiers was only one hundred, and each of them was extremely precious. Since he became the marshal, he has first shouldered a lot of sense of responsibility.

As for the game?

Fang Yuan didn't think so. He completely thought that real things were done. It was hard for those who were not serious about playing games and would be able to believe that they would do things seriously in the real world.

Since the alliance in the maple forest, Fang Yuan has seen a gap. Not only is there too much difference with Fang Yujing and others, but even among some inner disciples, there are several auras that are not weaker than him.

There have always been hidden in the Shengwu Academy. If there are no outstanding figures, Fang Yuan will not believe it if he is beaten to death.

Since entering the Zhoutian Realm, Fang Yuan’s practice has been short of his practice, and his body tempering magic skills can only be maintained until the body tempering stage.

What Fang Yuan is using now is a martial art called "Exploring the Nine Palaces". It is said that it will take about a year to break through all the secrets of the Nine Palaces.

This technique is already very rare. Fang Yuan was exchanged from the inner sect martial arts pavilion and needs to be returned in one year.

Fang Yuan sighed. If the skills cannot keep up, the cultivation speed will be slow, which will lead to his cultivation state of mind that he can no longer be without waves or patterns.

There was no way, Fang Yuan could only practice first. He felt that the road to advance had become much more difficult.

According to the "Nine Palaces Exploration" technique, Fang Yuan slowly moved the energy from the demon cauldron towards the central palace.

After a long time, there was no reaction in the central palace except for a faint fever, Fang Yuan sighed secretly.

But there is no way, this is the best technique he can raise at present.

The night gradually became deeper, and Fang Yuan was still practicing diligently. Without good skills, he could only rely on hard practice.

"Even the barren desert, it will bloom for me?" Fang Yuan gritted his teeth and became fierce.

Fang Yuan is a cultivator. He spent almost all his time on cultivation, otherwise he would not have achieved such a proud achievement.

At this moment, everything was silent, but Fang Yuan suddenly felt something strange in the demon cauldron, as if there was a shadow.

"What is that?" Fang Yuan secretly approached his mind.

After seeing clearly the location of the Demon Cauldron, Fang Yuan was so happy that he almost jumped up on the spot.

This is a set of exercises.

The production of the Demon Cauldron is absolutely extraordinary. Fang Yuan took a long time to calm down and watched it carefully.

This set of exercises slowly flowed through Fang Yuan's spiritual consciousness, giving him a long-lost sense of familiarity.

"The Great Zhoutian Demonic Art."

This is a set of practice techniques in the Zhoutian Realm, which runs through the entire cultivation process in the Zhoutian Realm.
Chapter completed!