Chapter 969

Scar face looks at Chumo suspiciously when he hears the speech, but finally he nods heavily after weighing his future life and past events.

"If so, we can really practice it."

While talking, he hugged Zhang Feng and said, "old dog, bolt column, Gu Changzhang, Zhao Sizhe."

In the roar of scar face, out of the more than 30 veterans, four people who looked a little similar to scar face came out.

These four people are the same as scar face. They look ordinary. They don't have the explosive muscles of Yu Baoqi's visual impact, nor do they have a burly figure. Even when they stand together at this time, some of them are a head shorter than Chengtie.

Zhang Feng frowned slightly.

But after the five people showed their scars and their strong eight abdominal muscles, Zhang Feng resolutely shut up, pointed to the armor and said, "this time we're not training to fight the enemy. Have you heard of Cuju?"

Scarface nodded.

Zhang Feng asked again, "this time, we will use Cuju to train a new kind of thing. You can hit people casually in the field, but the only condition is that you are not allowed to hit people or kick the crotch. Who dares to hit people is out!"

"Then the court is divided into two groups of forwards and backers to fight. As for these individual choices, 15 people were needed, but I only selected 10 people. You can find people for the rest, but the only condition is to scratch, kick, beat and hammer. Once they appear, they will break the rules and will not be hired in the future!"

Zhang Feng said the rules of football intermittently for three times, which was probably similar to the rules of football.

He even went on the stage to practice for an hour, and then he left in Yu Shinan's repeated call.

When he took off his protective armor, he rubbed his painful chest, stared at the scar face and said, "what's your name?"

The scarred face heard the speech, quickly took off his armour and ran said, "little Jia, name daoren..."

Jia daoren?

Taoist Jia?

Zhang Feng always admired the naming system of the Tang Dynasty, but this time, Zhang Feng was stunned, stared at beads and asked, "shouldn't anyone here call Du Ziteng?"

"Yes..."

A weak voice came out of the mouth of a man with armor in the field.

Zhang Feng rubbed his head, waved his hand and said, "the training continues. By the way, Taoist priest, let Ma Zhou take you to my house. You are responsible for everything in the house. By the way, where there are three old men, you have to pay more attention. No one is allowed to enter without my permission."

Chumo and his colleagues were already panting, but when Zhang Feng said this, their eyes lit up.

The grandson has changed since he returned to the mountain. He is not allowed to enter somewhere in the other garden?

Is there something shady hidden?

As soon as Zhang Feng left, Li Chengqian screamed and took off the armor on his head.

Lying on the ground on all fours, he cried repeatedly.

It's almost noon since last night. Where is such a torture?

I don't know which careless man took the general's armor. The weight of his armor was about 50 kg. After this set of actions, everyone was tired and paralyzed.

At this time, Jia daoren squats next to Chumo. Chumo knows what he means. He glances at the people who are playing basketball: "just call me iron bull. In the mountains, everyone is equal."

This time, Jia daoren couldn't sit still. Although he had known this situation in Wang lame for a long time, now it seems that he really can't believe it.

After all, once in the army, he saw the son of the murderous God Cheng Yaojin.

I couldn't help feeling that Zhang Feng got up. He was a good madman. He could be so docile.

"Then, I'd better obey the order than respect." Jia daoren sighed: "Since the dean asked me to practice you, or in such a pressing time, don't blame me, boys. I don't know what you used to be, but now you only have the last identity, either dead or my soldier. You have the last two choices. You want to get out now and be your second ancestor, or you can shut your mouth to me Shut up and get me whatever I say! "

damn you.

Give you some color and you dare to open a dye shop?

Chumo is so angry.

However, Jia daoren really misinterpreted his meaning and thought that Chumo, the son of the city general, must have discussed with President Zhang Feng long ago. This time, the matter is more serious, so he asked himself to practice them to death.

Although Jia daoren was a little flustered by such strange requests, Chumo said that he should do whatever he should. He can't be sorry for this bowl of rice, can he?

So

And the other side.

Yu Shinan, with a frosty face, looked at Zhang Feng and scolded, "what do you think? It's obviously an academy. You have to find a martial artist to teach them? And you also bring a armor. What's this?"

"It's neither fish nor fowl!"

Zhang Feng smiled weakly and said, "have you ever heard of a saying that you can be a master only when you eat bitterness?"