Originally, the Night Demon Cult came out to do some work; however, since they heard that Fang Tu was back.

Ding Juran, who was responsible for leading the troops to cause trouble, suddenly felt scared to his core. He was really scared, from the inside out, and even Mo Wang and others could see it.

I won’t go out immediately!

For this reason, I even changed my habit of cherishing words like gold. I spoke a lot more for the first time.

"No, you can't go out!"

"Never go out!"

"Mr. Fang... Fang Che is back. The leader is not here, so he must not go out!"

"Anyway, you can't go out!"

"I'll kill you if you make trouble again!"

"Practice quietly!"

Although these words were not spoken in a day, it was already extremely difficult for Ding Juran.

Therefore, no matter how seduced by the Southeast Headquarters, the Lord of the Night Demon Cult retreated.

If you can’t go out, you won’t go out!

Even if the sky falls, I won’t go out!

Under such circumstances, whether the Southeast Headquarters wants to catch the Night Demon Cult, or Fang Che wants to act, it is just a joke, purely useless!

Mo Wulong Yikong and others were puzzled by Ding Juran: "Why are you so afraid of that Fang Tu!?"

"Is it so scary?"

"Isn't it just a patrol?"

Ding Juran had only one way to deal with this: pull out the long sword with a swipe sound.

"If you beat me, you can get out!"

The Night Demon Cult and others stopped talking at the same time.

This guy's swordsmanship is getting sharper and sharper now, and he really has no hope of winning.

During the days when he was hiding in the Night Demon Sect, everyone in the Night Demon Sect witnessed Ding Ziran's madness.

He was silent and usually as cold as a stone, but his hard work in practicing moved everyone.

At the martial arts arena, everyone saw Ding Juran taking out a lot of star iron protective gear with a loud bang.

Fasten protective gear on your ankles, calves, thighs, waist, abdomen, chest, back, upper arms, forearms, and wrists.

Each protective gear weighs at least 500 kilograms.

In other words, Ding Juran now carries a weight of nearly 10,000.

Then he used a large ocean bowl and filled it with clean water.

Put it on your head.

With this body in mind, when practicing swordplay, the movements must be standard, meticulous, tossing and turning, and a complete set of sword moves.

And each sword practice lasts for an hour.

In one hour, if there is one drop of water in the bowl of the ocean.

After the one-hour time limit was up, he slapped himself so hard that his face was swollen! It was so hard that his nostrils were bleeding.

Then rest, contemplate for a while, and then start again for an hour.

All day long, without saying a word, without stopping.

At the specified time, I took off my protective gear and took down the big bowl. I was sweating all over my body. I rested, meditated, and went to sleep.

Tomorrow comes tomorrow.

All are like this.

Looking at it, Long Yikong and others felt chills in their hearts.

Under the leadership of Ding Jieran, a group of people also began to practice this way. For this reason, Yang Jiucheng went to find someone to make a bunch of protective gear.

Two days later, everyone discovered that every time Ding Juran took it out and put it back, he actually put it into a wristband on his hand.

This guy actually has space equipment!

Everyone was shocked.

The sparring between Mo Wang and Ma Qianli was not actually sparring, but punishing each other. After all, they couldn't be as cruel to themselves as Ding Juran was.

The cow Baizhan and the sheep are in a group of 90%.

And Long Yikong naturally paired up with Feng Wanxia.

The two made an agreement: Wear protective gear and practice with the sea bowl on your head. If water leaks, you will receive a slap from the other party.

Naturally, you can't carry as much weight as Ding Juran at the beginning. After all, even masters need to take it step by step.

But each protective gear weighs dozens of kilograms.

When practicing this way for the first time, everyone naturally made a lot of mistakes.

Long Yikong and Feng Wanxia originally supervised each other: If you make a mistake, I will slap you; if I make a mistake, you will slap me.

At first, the slap was just crisp.

Then one time when Feng Wanxia made a mistake, Long Yikong suddenly felt itchy and slapped Feng Wanxia in the face. Feng Wanxia's face was swollen and she fell three steps away with her head buzzing.

Long Yikong put his hands on his hips and laughed happily. He looked very happy.

Feng Wanxia gritted her teeth and continued practicing. Finally, it was Long Yikong's turn to make a mistake.

Shake your hands and slap me hard!

Snap!

In front of Long Yikong's eyes, stars flew out of nowhere! His head was buzzing for a long time, and blood actually flowed from his nostrils.

He stood up and looked at Feng Wanxia in disbelief.

Feng Wanxia smiled brightly: "Punishment!"

"Okay, okay, okay!"

Long Yikong nodded firmly and continued practicing.

Then the atmosphere between the two of them suddenly changed. The one who made a mistake didn't hide away, and kept his face straight, and was beaten wildly by the other party.

Then it's the other party's turn to make a mistake, and you'll also hit him wildly!

After a day of training, most people would have a swollen face.

But both of them were beaten until they looked like adults!

Long Yikong's eyes were so beaten that they were hanging outside, and he gasped loudly and softly. Feng Wanxia was beaten so hard that her hair became messy, her face was purple and bleeding, her nostrils were red, her mouth was bleeding, and her eyes were swollen.

The two of them didn't speak a word, and staggered into their own rooms to heal and rest before continuing the next day!

Then Ding Jieran discovered that his own practice was not even as hard as these two.

I can't help but raise the difficulty level again: How can I be compared to others?

After practicing for ten days, Feng Wanxia almost tied with Mo Wu in a battle!

This made Mo Wang almost collapse: I'll go! Is the progress so obvious?

So I discussed with Ma Qianli: Let’s start fighting for real!

From this moment on, the Night Demon Cult suddenly turned into a death-defying field!

Every day is bloody, but progress is being made every day. This kind of improvement is obvious to the extreme: If you don't make progress, you will be beaten! And your opponents will beat you without mercy!

If you are beaten, you have to fight back, right? But if you don't perform well, you won't have a chance to fight back.

Now that everyone has shown real fire, who is afraid of whom?

Everyone has a special life!

Under such promotion, the strength of everyone in the Night Demon Sect has actually increased by leaps and bounds.

Finally, it was Ma Qianli's turn to go out for investigation and came back with news: Fang Tu could not come out of seclusion! It was said that it was a critical moment for his cultivation.
Chapter completed!