Chapter 12

Almost all the students in the Department of war and martial arts have poor eyes at the moment. Their eyes seem to have a strong fighting spirit. Even Chen Ziheng is awe inspiring and serious.

Zhuo Yifan did the same. After pinching his fist, a sneer appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Even the teachers of Zhan Wu department took a deep look at Wang Baole.

Being watched by hundreds of big men, such a strange scene made Wang Baole's back rise a little cold for no reason. He felt something wrong

"Are these people of the war martial arts department stupid in training?" Wangbaole subconsciously retreated a few steps and became suspicious at the bottom of his heart. It's really that he was immersed in running before, and he ignored everything around him. His head was full of fat men chasing him, so he didn't pay attention to these students of the war martial arts department, and the scene of frustration.

"Everyone is from the ethereal Taoist school. Haha, since you want private training here, then... I'll go to other places as well." As soon as Wang Baole saw the situation, he laughed dryly and was about to leave, but at this time, those students of the Department of war and martial arts around him came forward one after another, and soon surrounded Wang Baole and blocked the way to leave.

"What are you doing? This is the ethereal Taoist school. I'm a specially recruited student of the French Army Department!" Wangbaole was startled and stared quickly.

With a meaningful smile on his face, the teacher of Zhan Wu department quickly took a few steps and grabbed Wang Baole, laughing.

"Classmate Wang Baole, don't be afraid. Come and practice with our department of martial arts." He smiled triumphantly and secretly rejoiced, thinking that Wang Baole was indeed a good runner, but if he was stronger than his strength, he would definitely not be an opponent of the martial arts department.

After all, almost all the time of the Zhanwu department is spent on the polishing of the body, which has an absolute advantage in strength. If Wang Baole doesn't take the initiative to find it, it's all right. Now that it's delivered to the door, how can he let it go.

"This time, we must let him know the strength of our war martial arts department!"

With a smile on his face, the teacher of Zhan Wu department took Wang Baole straight to the training ground, pointed to hundreds of huge meteorite barbells on the ground, and smiled.

"Wang Baole, come on, pick any one." With that, the Zhan Wu Department teacher looked at other Zhan Wu department students and drank.

"And you, train quickly!"

Wangbaole hesitated for a moment and was about to speak, but the students of the Department of war and martial arts, one by one, rushed to the barbells, lifted them one by one, and stared at Wang Baole provocatively.

"There is a problem!" Wang Baole was vigilant, but in the face of such provocative eyes of these people, he also had some temper. He stared forward, grabbed a barbell directly, took a deep breath, gave a low cry, and lifted it up.

Almost as Wang Baole lifted the barbell, Zhan Wu's teacher was very proud and shouted.

"Start counting, boys, give me your strength to eat!"

In the excitement of the Zhan Wu Department teacher, the students of the Zhan Wu Department shouted one after another. This unique competition suddenly began. For a moment, almost everyone was shouting and constantly lifting barbells, especially Chen Ziheng and Zhuo Yifan. They were originally on the second floor of the ancient martial arts realm. Although the barbells were extremely heavy, they could bear them.

"This is to compare with me!" Wangbaole was also unconvinced. When he lifted the barbell before, he found that the weight was not very heavy, and now he also heaved and heaved hard.

Suddenly, in this training ground, the sound of heavy breathing spread everywhere.

"The tenth... The twentieth... The thirtieth... Didn't you eat? Give me strength!" The roaring voice of the Zhan Wu Department teacher echoed constantly. Gradually, after people lifted about 50 in public, some people gradually couldn't support it. It's really the weight of this meteorite barbell. If ordinary people insist on five, they have great strength.

At the moment, almost all of them have been forced to hold on for 50, which is extraordinary. Their bodies are shaking, as if they can't hold on.

"Is it so heavy?" Wang Baole was a little surprised. Even if he lifted 50, the weight was not unbearable for him. The most important thing was that the spirit fat in his body turned into spirit to nourish his whole body with the rapid consumption of weight lifting, making him not only not tired here, but also more energetic.

But Wang Baole looked at the angry eyes of the people. He snorted at the bottom of his heart, deliberately trembled a few times, put on a look that he couldn't hold on, and gasped heavily in his mouth.

"I'll give it one last time!"

As he said these words, those students who were about to lose their grip seemed to have strength. They gritted their teeth, roared, and forced another one up. But when they looked at Wang Baole, they found that although Wang Baole wobbled, he also held up, and immediately worried.

"I'll give you another one!" Wangbaole was panting, as if he could fall at any time, with a red face and a low roar.

The other students gritted their teeth again, but after all, they reached the limit. Almost half of them couldn't last. They fell down with a pop. Fortunately, there were protective measures, so they didn't get hurt.

As for the more than 100 people who were still holding on, they all held their breath and raised them again, but soon, they found that Wang Baole said the same words and raised them again.

"Come on, everyone!"

"He can't hold on!" Those students who lost their strength lay on the ground one by one, cheering for their companions, but soon, their cheering voice slowly weakened, and in the end, they were gnashing their teeth.

In fact, Wang Baole didn't fall down at the last stroke after another. On the contrary, some of the remaining more than 100 people couldn't hold on and lost their strength in grief and anger. Finally, less than ten people were still shaking.

They all reached their limits, but every time they couldn't bear it, they couldn't help thinking that this might be Wang Baole's last time when they saw Wang Baole's increasingly shaking body.

But it happened... Until these ten people also began to despair, only Chen Ziheng and Zhuo Yifan were still holding on, and Wang Baole was still shaking and lifting.

"I can hold on a little longer. This is really the last time!" Wangbaole staggered back, suddenly supported his body, panted, and lifted it up again.

"Shameless!"

"Too much!!" All the students around couldn't help shouting angrily. Even the teachers of LianZhan martial arts department cursed in the bottom of their hearts. It was really the way Wang Baole looked here from beginning to end. In his opinion, it was too cheap.

"Chen Ziheng, Zhuo Yifan, it's just that you lose to the French army in running. Do you even lose in weightlifting?" Zhan Wu's teacher roared.

Chen Ziheng's eyes turned red. Together with Zhuo Yifan, he seemed to fight everything, clenching his teeth and propping up again. Until he propped up for more than a hundred more, Chen Ziheng looked at Wang Baole, who was still trembling, but still continued. His heart gave a sad cry and was unable to fall.

Even Zhuo Yifan has his limit after all. In the end, he has burst out all his potential. At this moment, he trembles and tries to lift the barbell. He just feels that the world is spinning and can't support it.

Looking at Wang Baole, it seems that the same is true. His body keeps staggering back and forth, and it seems difficult to lift it again. He suddenly has hope, and other students are also excited.

"Fat Grandpa, give me strength!" Wang Baole was sweating all over. At the moment, in the roar of all students and even teachers, he slowly raised the barbell.

Immediately, everyone stared angrily, and Zhuo Yifan was even more red eyed, unwilling to lift the barbell, but he really couldn't hold on, and fell down directly.

My eyes are dark and my heart is depressed beyond description.

At the moment, everyone in the training ground looks ugly, staring at the only wangbaole who is still lifting weights, watching wangbaole lift there again and again, as if there was no end

One hour, two hours, three hours, four hours

When they rested, Wang Baole was lifting. When they recovered and started again, Wang Baole was still lifting. When they went to eat one after another, Wang Baole was still lifting until it was already three o'clock. Under the moonlight, Wang Baole was still lifting

In the end, everyone was stunned. If he lifted weights normally, everyone would endure it. It happened that every time he shouted for the last time. After roaring for so many times, his voice was not hoarse.

"This guy is too cheap!"

"Damn it, he shouted for so long, isn't he tired!"

Everyone was in despair, and the teachers of the Department of war and martial arts were also discouraged. They only felt frustrated and planned to take the students away. They decided that as long as they saw Wang Baole, they would never take anyone for outdoor training.

But at the moment they were about to leave, suddenly, a distinctive breath suddenly burst out on Wang Baole. It was at this moment that his whole body emitted a red light like a flame. This red light penetrated from his body, passed through his skin, and directly exploded in the eyes of everyone.

This is... Qi and blood are amazing!

The rich and incomparable Qi and blood filled all directions, and his body also shrank rapidly with the naked eye, and finally returned to the way Wang Baole used to be. At this moment, all the spirit grease was completely burned, supporting his body to step into... Qi and blood!!

This scene immediately made all the people who were going to leave stand there with a buzzing in their minds, as if they had been bombarded by thunder, completely dull.

"I succeeded!!" Wang Baole threw down the barbell excitedly, looked at his recovered body, looked up to the sky and laughed, and realized that he had actually reached the state of Qi and blood. He was even more surprised, elated, and ran away quickly

Until he walked away, all the people of Zhanwu Department standing in the training ground did not recover from the stagnation. Until a long time later, there was a continuous sound of inspiration.

"He... He broke through?"

"God, he is a member of the French Army Department, and he has stepped into the realm of Qi and blood faster than us!"

"I was wrong. He lifted weights... Holding it up, he broke through!!"

The incredible exclamation broke out completely from these students. It was really that this scene stimulated them too much. It was just that they couldn't compete with Wang Baole twice in a row. They watched each other break through, which made their eyes red.

Even the teachers of the Martial Arts Department of LianZhan were also frantic, and they couldn't help bursting out after being oppressed all day.

"You punks!"

"Don't even think about going back to bed. He's a French soldier. He can break through weightlifting. How about you? Practice for me. Don't break through, don't end!!"

This time, not many students went to wail. On the contrary, many people's eyes lit up. They thought that maybe this was a good way to make a breakthrough. Each one was short of breath, so they hurried to practice

I don't know if it's really effective, or it's too exciting. After a night, there was a student in the Department of martial arts who broke through weightlifting

In this way, this matter immediately caused a sensation in the whole Zhanwu department, as if it had become a legend, so that even after a long time, people from Zhanwu Department came here to lift weights and try their luck

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