Yanfeng stood up with a look of grievance, "Lord yunkuo, I said, the master of the house is so strong that we can't be the training officer."

The cloud is broad and the eyes are lonely. He acts softly and never punishes soldiers with violence.

However, no one dared to provoke yunkuo in the whole fleet.

The soldier who made a mistake would rather be punished by his master than fall into the hands of Yun Kuo.

His horror is evident.

Yun Kuo Mo's blue eyes were calm to no waves, but it seemed to be the wind building before the storm. He didn't speak. Yan Feng immediately restrained his expression, straightened his chest and abdomen, and didn't dare to speak any more.

"Yun Kuo, why did you scare him?" master Yan stretched out his hand and smiled at him. "Come here."

Yan Feng looked at the warm and indifferent cloud and glanced at the smiling owner, which made him tremble.

Wow, I want to cry.

One and two are smiling tigers, sobbing

However, Yanfeng obediently chose Yantao.

After all, corporal punishment is better than endless punishment.

So, the crowd saw that the nearly 1.9-meter-old man shrunk his shoulders and neck and leaned over carefully, just like a child who did something wrong, with a frightened look of guilt.

The scene was absolutely funny.

As soon as he got close to him, young master Yan did not hesitate. He directly grabbed his ear, pulled his head over, slapped it, "tell me, why did you lose?"

Yan Feng: woo woo, it hurts.

I knew to choose Lord yunkuo.

Licking his face and flattering young master Yan, "the master has unparalleled martial arts. How can I be your opponent..."

"Pa!"

Another slap.

The young man close at hand has a beautiful face. However, in the eyes of Yan Feng at the moment, he is no different from the devil.

He thought back to the fear of being controlled by the owner in those years

"Do you want to go back to the furnace and rebuild?" Yantao smiled. "I can give you a chance."

"No, no, no!" Yan Feng trembled his heart and spoke with awe inspiring righteousness. "Resources are so precious. How can people like me waste them? You should leave opportunities to people who need them more."

"Really?" Yan Tao looked at him with a smile.

Yanfeng nodded firmly.

The dog leg light shining on him was clearly seen by everyone.

Yan Tao: "give you another chance."

Yanfeng... Can you take this opportunity back?

His brain thought quickly, "the master's mental power is much higher than me. Cross cutting is a melee skill that can cover a certain range. Although it is easy to use, it can't complete its work in one battle and break the opponent's defense. Everything is in vain."

Yan Tao nodded slightly: "it makes sense."

"Really?" Yan Feng breathed a sigh of relief, and his eyes lit up in an instant. "Did I pass, master?"

"Pa!"

Another slap.

Yantao's peach blossom eyes narrowed. "Through your head, I haven't made progress with me for so many years. Defense, do you think I just defended? Idiot! Have you forgotten who taught you cross cutting? You don't even know the target of attack. Can you be more stupid if you use my skills to deal with me? Get out and face the wall! When will I call you back, you can come back."

"Ah?"

Yan Feng is sad: he always stops.

"Can you have some new moves?"

Yan Tao smiled: "the moves are not new or old, just easy to use."

Loose, Yanfeng has become the ear of Zhaofeng's ear. The teenager turns his eyes to the silent Yanrong. The sensible Yanrong immediately opens his mouth, "I'll go to the penalty station with him."