The martial arts master arranged a full day of training for Xia Jing, Chen Fang, Zhang Jie, Hu Bing and other ten people.

First, they practiced in pairs to warm up for a quarter of an hour.

Then comes the extreme running event.

[Ultimate running] is to maintain the extreme speed from the beginning, quickly exhaust the physical strength, and then rely on willpower to support and run slowly.

When the limit is reached, the martial artist will stop based on each person's situation.

But when he stopped, he did not rest, but continued fighting against the martial artist.

An hour and a half later, some people were stopped by the martial arts master one after another.

"Wang Meng, come and attack me! Quick!"

The martial artist whipped him.

"Tiger Roaring Fist!"

Wang Meng punched the training martial artist, his fists trembling, and his movements were severely deformed.

"Bang!" The training martial artist kicked Wang Meng to the ground with a light kick.

"Get up, you have to believe in your own potential and rely on willpower to restrain your strength." The training martial artist said, "When you feel that you can't stand it anymore, that's the time to practice! Hurry up!"

Wang Meng was panting, his body was in burning pain, and every inch of his muscles was trembling, but he still struggled to get up.

His body was completely out of control, and all his movements were deformed. At this time, Wang Meng was like a drunken strong man. He was a trained martial artist, easily dodging his attacks and knocking him down.

"Bang!" After falling down for the last time, Wang Meng failed to get up this time and passed out directly.

"Shua~" The doctor quickly ran over and began to treat Wang Meng.

"I lasted less than an hour." The training martial artist shook his head slightly, "Wang Meng is the weakest among the ten people, and he also has the weakest willpower."

When they have sufficient physical strength, each of these warriors can "unify" the physical strength into one, "control the whole body", accurately control every movement, and fully exert the power of their own martial arts.

But after extreme training, it is difficult to maintain this state. Only people with strong willpower can execute precise moves before falling down, so that the power of martial arts will not drop too much.

After training for an hour and a half.

Only Xia Jing, Chen Fang, Hu Bing, and Zhang Jie were left in the group of ten, and they were still running. The remaining six people had reached their limit early, and had passed out and been treated, completing a round of training.

"The gap between me and the geniuses of the four great warriors is still too obvious." Wang Meng looked at the four people who were still running and couldn't help but sigh to himself.

"Cuckoo~" Wang Meng's stomach made a sound as he watched. He was hungry.

The other five people were similar. They had been training to the extreme for an hour and a half and were already very hungry.

However, I had to endure hunger, and all food supplies had to be grown by Zhao Xing, the farmer.

If he doesn't plant it, these people won't have anything to eat.

Enduring hunger is also part of training!

"Do you think Zhao Xing can provide enough food and drink for the ten of us?" Wang Meng chatted with the people next to him, "Our group is very strong and we can eat a lot."

"Who knows." The person next to him shrugged, "I heard from Chen Fang that the man named Zhao Xing is a top-level genius in the Dili Yuan of the Si Nong Supervisor. Such a genius should not starve us for too long."

"Don't worry, Jun Si Nong can grow enough second-level supplies in one day."

"It's similar to the logic of the first training. We won't be assigned a group of Sinongs who are too bad to follow. At that time [unable to train], Sinongs would be victorious as long as they persisted, while warriors would count their points based on the number of knockdowns.

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"This is acknowledgment that the food grown by the farmers in one day is enough to support the recovery of the warriors in the same group."

"The warriors from the fifty flying boats that we came to Jiliyuan are all relatively strong ones."

"That's true, but it's possible that he deliberately let us starve." Wang Meng asked.

"It's possible, but he also has to get points." The person next to him sneered, "Doesn't he want to get points himself?"

"What if another group encounters a weaker Si Nong who is not very good at farming? If they don't have enough food, wouldn't it mean that they won't get many points in the fast food training?"

"It depends more or less on luck. It's almost the same as in the first round. Some people are more lucky and may still be ranked high in the final ranking, but this generally does not happen. Didn't I just say that the matching Sinongs are all

It’s about the same, enough for people to eat.”

"Of course it's only been an hour and a half, so there shouldn't be many in the first batch."

"That's right. Even if he has a conflict with Xia Jing, he can't starve him intentionally... huh?" Wang Meng said, suddenly looking in a certain direction.

A blue whirlwind blew up not far away and flew towards this side.

"Hey, I said food, and the food came." Wang Meng suddenly beamed, "It's only been an hour and a half, this Zhao Xing is really not in vain."

"Brothers, the food is here." The other six people stood up one after another.

The training martial artist also noticed Zhao Xing's arrival.

He glanced at the cyan whirlwind, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

Wang Meng and the others couldn't see clearly, but he could see through it at a glance. There were a large number of fruits wrapped in the green whirlwind!

"So many? Could it be second-level supplies?" The training martial artist also understands Sinong's rules relatively well, and the supplies are divided into two, three, and four different specifications.

The second-level supplies are easier to grow, and the quantity is naturally larger. For one thousand kilograms, you can only get basic points, which shows that it is not particularly difficult.

The higher you go, the smaller the quantity and the more points you get, and that's when the skills of the farmers are reflected.

"Stop!" The training martial artist stopped the training of Xia Jing and the others. "Gather!"

Swish, brush, brush~

Ten people quickly gathered next to the training martial artist.

"Next, replenish your strength!"

Once Sinong provides food, people here have to start eating, and fast-eating training is also a top priority.

When Zhao Xing was at Chen Shijie's house, he always ate very quickly, which was a habit he had after being in the army for a long time.

"You must eat the food grown by Junsi Farmers as quickly as possible to restore your combat effectiveness."

"Every ten kilograms is one portion. The more portions you eat and the shorter the time, the higher the speed training score will be!"

Just when the training martial artist was talking.

Zhao Xing also rode the Gangfeng and came to the front of the warriors.

When the ten warriors saw clearly the amount of supplies carried in the strong wind, they couldn't help but widen their eyes.

Too many!

They didn't expect that Zhao Xing would send so much in just one and a half hours.

Huh~

Judge Zhou Ming also appeared in front of the warriors.

"Commander Liu." Zhou Ming greeted the training martial artist Liu Yongli, "Zhao Xing of the Shenwei Army has grown third-level supplies, totaling five thousand kilograms. Please arrange for ten warriors to undergo quick training immediately."

How many?!

Wang Meng was immediately shocked!

Level three supplies, five thousand kilograms?!

Chen Fang, Zhang Jie, and Hu Bing on the side also widened their eyes.

That’s too much. Was this really grown in an hour and a half?!

Xia Jing's mouth twitched and he glanced at Zhao Xing in the sky.

The other person responded with a smile.

"Ahem...Okay." Liu Yongli pointed to the open space next to him, "Please place it here."

"Wow~"

Zhao Xing waved his hand, and the strong wind blew gently across the open space.

After a gust of wind, a small hill made of mackerel fruits appeared on the ground.

"This is a third-level supplement, Ma Yu Guo. After taking it, you can quickly restore your vitality."

Zhou Ming introduced it to the doctor next to him.

The latter held his forehead and started to get his medical kit.

Hey, hey, hey, doctor, what do you mean? Is this mackerel fruit edible? Why are you going to get the box?

When the ten warriors nearby saw this scene, they had an ominous premonition before they even started eating.

"Sir, how should you eat this mackerel fruit?" Wang Meng asked cautiously.

"It's not complicated, just eat it with the skin." Zhou Ming said with a smile.

It's not complicated. Why are you laughing?

Does schadenfreude need to be so obvious?!

Zhao Xing glanced at Zhou Ming. It seemed that the judge was also a fun-loving person.
To be continued...