After an awkward lunch, Van Hale fled the land of right and wrong as if it were Rengarfy. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

And Van Helsing has been waiting for them at the training ground for a long time!

Next, Van Haile's training is focused on strength and speed! So their new training ground was fixed in an open space with no traps in the sky!

And why go to the clearing, and there are no traps above?

That's what Van Helsing thought!

"Master, what are we doing here?" Van Halle asked first.

But Fan Helsing didn't answer Fan Hel's question, just sat on a chair and floated in the air and said, "Xiaole, take out the rusty sword in the space bag!" ”

Van Haile looked puzzled, but did as he was told!

"On your back!" Van Helsing continued, and at the same time threw Van Hel a black leather scabbard!

Fan Haile obediently did so, and stuffed the rusty sword that had become huge and five feet long into the sword holster, what Fan Haile didn't expect was that this sword holster turned out to be just right!

Then, Van Haile carried the rusty sword on his back.

"Yes! OK! Van Helsing nodded.

And at this moment, Fan Haile, who was looking at Fan Helsing in confusion, suddenly felt that the sword on his back began to gradually become heavier.

"What's wrong?" Van Haile was taken aback.

"Don't throw it down—" Van Helsing snorted with a slight solemnity.

Van Hel's face was bitter, but his body also obeyed Van Helsing's instructions and did not move!

Then, little by little, his figure was crushed by the slowly growing rusty sword, and his entire waist was bent like a shrimp, and beads of sweat the size of beans slipped down his face, and his face became red.

"Yes! Almost! Van Helsing looked at Van Hel and smiled slightly.

And just when Van Helsing's words fell, the weight of the rusty sword didn't increase anymore! This suddenly made Van Haile breathe!

"Xiaole, how do you feel?" Van Helsing asked with a smile.

"It's not good—" Fan Haile smiled bitterly, feeling that it was a little difficult for him to speak, and the blue tendons on his forehead protruded.

"Now it's 500 pounds! You're almost at your limit, so let's do it today! Van Helsing laughed.

"Today?" Van Haile smiled wryly.

"That's it! Weight 500 pounds! You don't need any other training this afternoon, the only thing you have to do is to fly around this clearing 20 times with this sword on your back! Van Helsing thought for a moment, and then smiled kindly, but the smile was now a devilish smile in Van Hel's eyes.

"Isn't it—" Van Helle sighed!

"It's training your speed, and of course, your body's weight-bearing capacity, as well as the improvement of your flying skills! Go—" Van Helsing smiled and waved his hand! He was signaling to Van Hale - fly!

Fan Haile was helpless, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked at Rengar, who was smirking, and finally his figure slowly rose up.

Fan Haile found that the giant sword weighing five hundred pounds was controlling his body to fly, and it would actually triple his combat power, so if it goes on, don't look at this open space, although it is not too big, but ten laps is estimated to be the limit of Fan Haile!

Fan Haile had a bitter face and slowly turned on the flight mode!

"That's right, Xiaole! In order to allow you to break through further, the Chaoyang Heart Method is not allowed to be used! Van Helsing's voice once again came into Van Hel's mind, which immediately made Van Hel's expression even more exciting!

And just as Van Hel was flying hard, Van Helsing spoke to Rengar again!

"You don't want to train the way you used to today, let's run ten laps around this sunny area first! Remember, don't jump! ”

"Oh!" Rengaar is much more decisive than Van Hel, as soon as Van Helsing's voice fell, he directly agreed, and his body ran directly into the distance!

I don't know how long it took, Van Haile's flight speed gradually weakened, and at this time he was already sweating profusely and his eyes were black!

However, the current Van Haile has only flown fifteen laps, and this is already the limit of Van Haile!

"Whew-" Fan Haile gasped, trying his best to volatilize the little combat power left in his body, but his body was still trembling and slowing to the extreme!

"Xiaole, put the rusty sword into the space bag and fly the remaining five laps!"

And just when Van Haile's figure was crumbling, Van Haising's voice once again came into Van Haile's mind.

When Fan Haile heard this, he was immediately excited, and quickly put the giant sword on his back into the space bag.

At this time, Van Haile's first feeling was that he was freed!

At this time, Fan Haile felt that he was as light as a swallow, and the combat power consumed had also decreased a lot! This made Van Haile's heart suddenly excited--the flying technique T broke through!

"Whew-"

Fan Haile roared, his body accelerated instantly, and in a few blinks of an eye, he had already completed five laps, and then his body landed on the ground!

"Whew-"

Van Haile gasped, but it was the first time he felt so refreshed, and he didn't know why.

"Drink some water!" As soon as Van Helsing spoke, a pot of water flew directly to Van Hel!

Fan Haile was not polite, and drank it directly.

"How are you feeling now?" Van Helsing asked with a smile.

"I feel so light now, although my whole body is sore, but there is a sense of happiness for no reason! And somehow, it seems that the combat power has recovered much faster than before! Van Haile wondered.

"That's the benefit of weight-bearing exercises!" Van Helsing smiled, but as soon as the conversation changed, he said, "In the future, you will always carry this big sword on your back, and you can't take it off at any time—"

"Huh?" When Fan Haile heard this, he was directly dumbfounded!

"Why are you still stunned? Keep carrying it! Van Helsing smiled and urged.

"Eh, master, can we discuss?" Fan Haile pulled a smile on his face that was more ugly than crying.

"What are you discussing?" The smile on Van Helsing's face has always been very kind and kind, but in Van Hel's eyes, it is terrifying!

"Let's discuss, can we reduce the weight of the sword a little, step by step, step by step, cycle by step, right?" Van Hale tried.

"Okay, the weight of the rusty sword has dropped to 400 catties-" Van Helsing's smile looked extremely evil to Van Hel, but it was a sentence that made Van Hel almost cheer!

"In addition, 50 pounds of weight are added to the wrists, ankles, and waists!" (To be continued.) )