Bah, how can I be a nanny when I practice heavy equipment

The sound full of unkindness made the crowd in the bathhouse making a pot of porridge stop.

However, this pause lasted only a moment, after which the men took a step to leave the bathhouse and away from this 'traditional ritual' that they considered humiliating.

At this moment, a majestic figure blocked in front of the freshman who took the lead and shouted to leave.

"Boy, you're dragging~

" "What's wrong with dragging?" Is it illegal?

"It's not illegal, but it will make Lao Tzu unhappy!"

When the words fell, the old trainee directly reached out his right palm and grabbed the other party's neck.

Seeing this, the arrogant freshman not only did not be afraid, but also directly moved, leaning over and raising his shoulders in a more fierce way, like a horned brute, straight into the other party's arms.

"Isn't it just a year earlier than Lao Tzu? Less fucking pose in front of Lao Tzu! The

old trainee didn't seem to expect this freshman to be so raw and out of tune, and he used the most aggressive savage charge in the Brute Bull Fist, and his expression changed slightly.

Such an expression fell under the eyes of the freshmen, making the corners of his mouth smile.

Surprised you? Ha ha!

Next second.

Bang!

With a dull crash, the freshman's horn-like shoulder slammed into the chest of the old trainee.

And then...... The thread has not moved!

The old cadet was like a mountain in front of him, motionless as a mountain.

Not only that, but the freshman who rushed with all his strength was shocked by this force, hurt his shoulder, dislocated and drooped, and his face showed pain.

At this time, the vivid dismay on the old trainee's face disappeared, replaced by a mockery.

"Haha, one of my favorite things to do is give you hope, and then... Pinch it! The

powerful palm grabbed the dislocated shoulder of the other party at this moment, and the five fingers burst out with force, exerting pressure on the dislocated place, causing the other party's pain to increase.

"Ah-" The

cry of pain echoed in the bathhouse, and I saw the freshman kneeling little by little under the other party's fingers, his face pale and trembling with pain.

"Can't leave yet?"

"No, no... Don't go..."

"Do you know it's wrong?"

"Know! Know...... Let me go..."

"Do you want to respect the senior?"

"Yes, yes!"

"That's right."

As he spoke, a soap was dropped at the freshman's feet.

"Know what to do?" The old cadet let go of the freshman's shoulder and grinned softly.

The freshman who broke out in cold sweat no longer had the arrogance he had just now, endured the severe pain caused by the dislocated shoulder under the heavy pressure of the other party, and bent down to pick up the slippery soap.

"Iron cloth shirt, he just cast an iron cloth shirt, right?"

"That's right, it's an iron cloth shirt."

"True Qi is all over the epidermis of the whole body, and after thousands of temperings, the skin is as hard as iron, and the knife is invulnerable..." Li

Yang narrowed his eyes.

The level of the warrior realm is divided from low to high: casting, true qi, dragon gate, and transcendent.

The spirit master is: Naling, true spirit, spiritual nest, transcendent.

The senior who had cultivated the iron cloth shirt in front of him had obviously reached the True Qi Realm, perhaps not to a high degree, but for the freshmen who were still in the Casting Realm, they already had the power to crush.

Just that iron cloth shirt, who can break it?

Seeing that the scene was under control, Zhou Xiong looked around and chuckled: "Fellow students, this is just a traditional welcome ceremony for our reloading academy, we also came over like this, you are like this, and the next batch of freshmen is also like this, hehe."

As he spoke, a few more bars of soap were dropped at the feet of several freshmen.

Immediately, the gazes of the new students and the old trainees present were projected, looking at several people.

Pick it up, or not, that's a question.

"How? How many of you want to suffer too? The

iron-clothed senior senior stepped forward, and the ferocity on his face made several freshmen subconsciously take a step back.

After a moment, someone compromised.

And when the man crouched down to pick up the shameful soap, several other people around him also bent over.

Piece by piece of soap, one by one, bent macho men.

When everyone does this, the sense of humiliation is less intense - everyone is like this anyway, there is nothing to be ashamed of.

Turbidity has become the norm, and innocence has become a sin.

Just like Pang Zhen, who stepped on the soap at his feet at this moment, his action attracted the surprised eyes of many freshmen, and his heart said that he was looking for another one.

"Waste."

The iron-clothed senior grinned and walked to Pang Zhen with some excitement.

It seems that he prefers that someone make trouble, so that he has the opportunity to do it, so as to show his strength and status.

It wasn't until he came to Pang Zhen's side that he found that this junior was actually a head taller than him, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and looked like an ape, ugly and ugly.

"Pang Zhen, known as one of the double stars among the new trainees, huh? What did you just say? Say it again to Lao Tzu! A

sudden loud roar exploded in Pang Zhen's ears, but it did not make him dodge or fear.

Glancing at the vicious face of the fierce god nearby, a flash of anger flashed under Pang Zhen's eyes.

"Pretend to be Nima with Lao Tzu!"

Between the scolding, he moved!

People who are familiar with Pang Zhen know that this product not only smells bad, but also ruthless.

The thick and long right arm was like a giant python coming out of a cage, instantly hooking the opponent's neck and slamming it into his arms.

The unprepared senior of the iron cloth shirt took a step forward under this unimaginable force, and instinctively bent over, wanting to break free from the force on his neck.

And yet....

In his field of vision, his knees like a war gun rushed straight to the door, and the murderous aura not only made his heart beat faster, but also the surrounding trainees trembled.

Rumble!

The sound of a slow heartbeat echoed in the bathhouse.

Shock, horror, disbelief, disbelief... All kinds of different emotions appear in everyone's eyes.

I saw that the senior who practiced the iron cloth shirt was volleyed upside down by Xiang Zhen's fierce knee, and his body of more than two hundred pounds was smashed heavily on the ground, sliding all the way.

Heavy warriors have such a dense bone density that they will also weigh much more than others.

In the silent bathhouse, everyone looked at the iron-clothed senior lying motionless on the ground.

In front of him, a bright red mark pulled out on the floor of the bathhouse full of water stains, messy like a random ink red stroke on rice paper by a Chinese painting player.

So fierce!

Can't you carry an iron cloth shirt?

"Lao Tzu is talking about you trash!"

"I was forced to pick up soap in front of the old senior, and I couldn't resist, and my heart was unbalanced, so I wanted to come to us to find a venue, right?"

"Tradition? Propriety? What kind of thing are you, and you also ration Lao Tzu to set rules?

"Tell you, one of Lao Tzu Pang Zhen's favorite things to do is to be unruly and disobedient to fight!"

After a moment of silence, Zhou Xiong applauded and chuckled.

"Good, it's worthy of being a talented newcomer, and his heart is high~

" "Who else is as unconvinced as him, stand up, I Zhou Xiong cleaned up together, save trouble!"

As he spoke, a stream of air appeared around his body, resembling an ancient bell, and a terrifying pressure pushed the surrounding water vapor, constantly steaming and expanding around.

"Xuan-level Martial Arts Golden Bell Hood!"

"What an amazing sense of heaviness, it's really a golden bell!"

Zhou Xiong raised the corners of his mouth, and his gaze that scanned the surroundings finally fell on Pang Zhen: "It seems that you are not convinced."

"No, I'm not convinced."

Everyone who heard the voice turned their heads to look, only to see Li Yang step forward, follow Pang Zhen's appearance, and step on the soap with one foot to declare his dissatisfaction with this tradition.