Douluo: I can hear Qian Renxue's voice

"Devil! You woman must be the devil."

Xue Beng lay down on the grass without any strength, looking bitterly at Qian Renxue with a faint smile in the corner of his eyes.

I believe there must be a smile on the lips under the veil.

"Your Highness, this won't work. It doesn't look like it will work."

Qian Renxue teased lightly.

"Bullshit!"

Xue Beng couldn't help but complain tiredly.

Qian Renxue frowned slightly after hearing this.

[It seems that we still need to send this little guy to Yuexuan to learn.]

"What is this weight-bearing thing you put on me made of? Why does it feel nothing when I put it on at first, but then it gets heavier and heavier!"

"Ah, this weight is made from the gold shells of golden ants ground into powder."

"Why are ants so exaggerated?"

"Ah, it's okay. You just understand that this powder will become heavier and heavier, but it will not exceed the load of your body, and it will exercise every part of your body evenly."

Xue Beng understood that this was a good thing as soon as he heard it, but he still pretended to be disdainful and said: "Tch, it's not a big deal, it's just killing an ant."

At this time, Qian Renxue glanced at Xue Beng lightly.

"The weight-bearing training uniform you are wearing was made by the Wuhun Palace killing a hundred golden ants."

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"The minimum age is 10,000 years."

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For some reason, Xue Beng felt that the weight-bearing training uniform on his body was heavier. What increased was the weight in his heart.

"Then my training clothes tomorrow will also be made of that ant powder?"

"Well, the weight of the powder for each level of weight-bearing suit is strictly controlled. You are in a special situation today, otherwise normally..."

Seeing Qian Renxue's gloating eyes, Xue Beng became nervous.

"What would happen if it were normal?"

Qian Renxue smiled slightly.

"It's nothing. You can't do anything except gasp."

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"I suddenly feel that this training uniform is quite good. Do you want to..."

"Why, are you so scared now?"

Qian Renxue deliberately looked at Xue Beng with contempt.

"You know, I... the person in our Wuhun Hall uses a weight-bearing training device of more than 20 levels, and she has never suffered from it."

There was also a sense of pride and pride in her tone. Qian Renxue had never shown off these things to others, but she couldn't help but want to tell Xue Beng.

"Tsk, Wang Po is selling melons, selling herself and boasting."

Xue Beng muttered.

Qian Renxue's eyes narrowed and she emphasized.

"Everything I said is true."

"Yes, yes, I believe you."

Xue Beng lay lazily on the ground, feeling his slowly recovering strength.

"I guess the person you're talking about must just be someone who doesn't hear his cry of suffering."

Qian Renxue listened with a complicated tone.

"She can't complain. Someone has been looking forward to her. She doesn't want to let those people down, and she also doesn't want others to look down on her."

"Oh, then she is really tired from living."

Xue Beng said slightly mockingly.

Qian Renxue stopped talking because she was really tired.

"What level is the person you're talking about now?"

"Why are you asking?"

"Let's see when we can surpass him."

"dream."

"cut!"

After that, neither of them spoke, and just stayed quietly. One was lying on the lawn in a large shape, and the other was standing elegantly.

Xue Beng was still recalling the soul skills he had just practiced.

This soul-calling skill is difficult or simple. It is similar to drawing a sword and slashing. It is just a quick draw of the sword the moment it approaches the opponent.

Xue Beng had been practicing just now, how to instantly make the wind dagger appear and retract on the back of his right hand.

After all, a sword that is revealed early is far less terrifying than a sword that is hidden.

Coupled with the ghostly steps that come with practicing soul skills, Xue Beng felt so exhausted all over.

However, he felt that the creator of this soul skill paid more attention to the ghostly pace than the secret method of drawing a sword quickly.

Once the opponent cannot catch up with his figure, his sword will also be impossible for the opponent to dodge.

Thinking of this, Xue Beng couldn't help but ask Qian Renxue.

"Well, this soul skill you gave me should be a body skill, right?"

Qian Renxue looked at Xue Beng in surprise.

"Otherwise? Did you realize it after practicing for so long?"

Hearing this, Xue Beng's face darkened.

"Then what's going on with the method of drawing the sword that was originally written on this soul skill?"

"That one."

Qian Renxue said matter-of-factly: "It's just the senior who figured out how to draw a sword quickly, but in general, just practice more."

As he said that, he also looked at Xue Beng.

"Otherwise, why did I just ask you to practice how to draw the sword steadily and ruthlessly while moving? I just want you to adapt to the angle, speed, and accuracy of drawing the sword from different angles. Don't rush in stupidly every time.

Go in front of someone and put your sword to their chin."

"How did you know?"

"We are the Spirit Hall!"

Xue Beng was speechless after hearing this.

Moreover, he seemed to understand the tactics of the person who wrote this soul skill book.

Just like eating, some people like to eat the dishes they don't like first, and then eat their favorites last. This is the way to go in this soul skill.

"Okay, that's it."

Xue Beng felt that he was almost recovered, so he stood up slowly and took off his weight-bearing training clothes.

"Well, see you tomorrow."

Qian Renxue helped him put it away and said calmly.

Looking at Qian Renxue who turned around and walked away, Xue Beng thought for a while and couldn't help but said: "I'll wear training clothes tomorrow that are more tiring than today."

Qian Renxue turned around.

"Why, are you scared?"

"How is that possible!"

Xue Beng rolled his eyes, and then said: "What I mean is that you should take a closer look. If I cry out in pain tomorrow and feel tired, the pain I will shout will be the same pain that you in the Spirit Hall will use at that time."

[I know it without hearing you shout, even better than you.]

Qian Renxue said curiously: "What then?"

"Then you go back and tell the person you are talking about that I have experienced the suffering he has experienced, and I feel the same way as him. Let him be nice to me!"

When she originally heard the sentence "I have experienced the pain he has experienced, and I feel the same as him", Qian Renxue was slightly moved, but the next sentence became "Let him treat me better".

kind of words.

Qian Renxue couldn't help but roll her eyes at Xue Beng, and then laughed out loud.

"Your Highness has a beautiful idea."

"Don't bother, just tell him like this. We are both destitute people from the end of the world."

Seeing Xue Beng so anxious, Qian Renxue said jokingly: "To be honest, His Highness's current status is incomparable to that one."

"Besides, His Highness is given special care by that person to have this weight-bearing training uniform."

Qian Renxue added an emphasis on special care.

I originally thought that Xue Beng would thank me after knowing the value of this training uniform, but instead, the latter said something in shock.

"That guy in your family must be a pervert! He tortures people!"

The smile on Qian Renxue's face gradually solidified, and then she shouted angrily: "Shut up!"