Don't I Have a Name? Only Know to Call Me Strategic Level!

"Hoo hoo!"

"Hoo hoo!"

Two young men in exercise uniforms fell on the floor of the training ground, gasping for breath.

"Brother Feng, I can't do it anymore, I'm tired and paralyzed, I need to slow down!"

"Then... rest for ten minutes!"

Zhong Yuan stood on the side without a drop of sweat, and said contemptuously, "This is not enough? This is going to be slow? You have already rested twice."

Grass is a plant.

Feng Qing shouted vigorously, "Who says I can't do it? If you are a man, you can't say no. Sigh... I'm hungry, I'm going to have some supper."

He struggled to climb towards the second floor, but unfortunately he fell down before reaching the stairs.

"Shame!" Feng Yumo spat.

If you don't have the strength to climb, why not just lie flat like him?

At three o'clock in the morning, the training ground in the warehouse dormitory was brightly lit.

After a full day of intensive training, Zhong Yuan felt that he had made great progress.

He still wanted to practice again, but unfortunately the two coaches did not allow him to continue.

Seeing them slumped on the ground, not wanting to move, Zhong Yuan had no choice but to go to the second floor and get a cold beer down.

"Give!"

One can per person.

"Wait, you're underage, you can't drink." Feng Qing snatched Zhong Yuan's beer with his hands.

I saw this guy with a can in his left hand and a can in his right, touching his face, and moaned comfortably in an instant.

"Come back to life! Come back to life!"

Zhong Yuan didn't want to drink at first, so he nodded and said, "Okay, finish drinking, let's continue!"

Feng Qing shuddered and shouted, "Are you a devil! You won't give me ten minutes?"

Zhong Yuan frowned, "What? Is there a problem?"

Of course there is a problem!

Didn't you see that Brother Feng and I are exhausted?

Feng Qing looked at Zhong Yuan with the eyes of a monster.

Something is wrong,

After being beaten up thousands of times at least, Zhong Yuan's consumption is the biggest among the three, okay?

"Brother Feng, brother Feng, say something."

Feng Fengmo opened the can with trembling hands, and said sullenly, "If you are a man, you can't say no! Anyway, you have a life to share."

Fuck?

Feng Qing shivered for a moment, and said, "No, I didn't!"

"You have, don't be modest." Feng Yumo took a sip of beer, gritted his teeth and said, "I promised, I will let him practice a certain weapon, and I must do it!"

A pile of cold weapons was spread out on the ground.

Swords, guns, sticks and crutches, Zhong Yuan has tried everything.

In the end, Feng Yumo came to a conclusion.

Zhong Yuan has no talent for using cold weapons.

It stands to reason that the cultivation comprehension of market energy users is quite good.

You can get started in an ordinary day, and you can make it decent in the fastest ten minutes.

However, Zhong Yuan was still crooked after practicing all day.

His physical coordination is not very good, no matter what weapon he uses, he lacks a little soul. Even if it is practiced well, it is only a shape, and it is vulnerable to masters.

Feng Fengmo has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and among the younger generation, he has the best vision.

Seeing Zhong Yuan repeating his training over and over again, tirelessly, he really couldn't bear to tell the truth.

God rewards hard work, as long as you work hard, you will be rewarded... no wonder! ! !

No talent means no talent, hard work for a year is not as good as training for a week.

The reality is that cruel.

Feng Fengmo drank his beer slowly and began to think about how to say it without hurting Zhong Yuan's self-esteem.

Feng Qing has already finished one can and is starting the second can.

The empty bottle was thrown on the ground, and he was too lazy to go to the front of the trash can to throw it away.

So, Zhong Yuan stomped on the can, picked it up, and then lightly threw it into the trash can more than ten meters away.

Bang!

The flat can draws a parabola in the air and falls into the trash can with precision.

Feng Qing was belatedly aware and didn't notice.

However, Feng Yumo seemed to have discovered a new world, his eyes were shining brightly.

He thought of Zhong Yuan's ridiculously accurate marksmanship.

Now, is it a coincidence that soda cans go into the trash can as soon as they are thrown away?

Feng Fengmo quickly drank his can of beer, stomped on the can, and tossed it lightly.

Bang!

A little short, the can knocked against the edge of the trash can and ended up on the floor.

Seeing this, Feng Qing couldn't help but sarcasm, "Brother Feng, you are too poor, you can't even hit it at such a short distance."

Feng Yumo was silent.

Aim well, of course he can hit it, but Zhong Yuan doesn't even have to aim, it's easy and freehand, just like automatic navigation!

"Zhong Yuan, I finally know what kind of weapon you are suitable for practicing."

Feng Yumo became excited and said firmly, "Hidden weapon!"

ah?

"For example, the little Li Feidao who has never failed?" Zhong Yuan beeped softly, "However, I think the forty-meter broadsword is more powerful."

"Come here! Come again!" Feng Yumo didn't care about his feelings, rushed to the trash can, took back the two cans, and handed them to Zhong Yuan.

"Try it, throw the two together."

Before he finished speaking, Zhong Yuan immediately made a move.

Two perfectly parallel parabolas shone brightly in the light.

Bang!

There is only one sound when falling into the trash can!

What coordination, what precision! This step can only be achieved when the timing of the exertion of both hands is exactly the same!

However, when training other weapons, such coordination is a fatal flaw.

"Eh? Not bad!" Feng Qing blinked his eyes, and suddenly felt that Zhong Yuan's hand was a bit cool.

He was eager to try, quickly drank the beer in his hand, and threw it in the trash can.

The jar landed three meters away, worse than Fengfengmo.

"Wait, wait, I didn't count just now, I'll do it again!"

Unwillingly, Feng Qing picked up the jar, retreated back to the original place, and shouted, "It's all over!"

Bang!

It fell to the ground within three meters.

"Not counting, come again!"

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Feng Fengmo pointed at this guy, and said to Zhong Yuan, "See? That's what it's like to have no talent. You train with a sword, just like Feng Qing now."

Zhong Yuan frowned, "What do you want to say?"

Feng Fengmo said seriously, "I can't teach you hidden weapons. I don't know anything about it. Since you have such a talent, don't waste it. I can find a famous teacher to teach you."

Zhong Yuan was still a little unwilling, and said, "But..."

Feng Yumo sighed, "I know what you're thinking. It's really not possible, you should find an ability to perform similar martial arts to absorb."

Zhong Yuan's eyes lit up, and he asked, "Do you have this ability?"

"Yes. It's a pity that most of them are very low-level basic skills," Feng Yumo said eloquently, "For example, the scissor hand of the big knife mantis, or the wild fist of the green demon ape."

Wearing sunglasses seriously affected the accuracy of the head, Feng Qing finally gave up trying to throw cans into barrels.

Walking to the side of the trash can, throwing away the can, said quietly, "Brother Feng, you forgot that there is also a kind of foreign crystal, which has good fighting ability."

Feng Yumo was startled for a moment, then suddenly remembered, and said in unison with Feng Qing, "Ghost moat badger!"

Zhong Yuan: What the hell?