Chapter 707

At this time, the more than a dozen team members rose bravely like a big flexible bird, and their feet nodded. With the accumulated strength of training for a few months, they jumped in front of the three middle-aged people, and the crowd immediately burst out with shouts of surprise.

At the moment, Mo Wen, standing next to the three middle-aged people, wearing a set of black training clothes embroidered with the words "blood spirit special team", turned his head and looked at the crowd, showing a smile full of evil spirit. The noisy crowd immediately calmed down. All the people were shocked by Mo Wen's eyes.

"Let the three instructors appointed by the CMC test your training results. In order to prove the effectiveness of my training, please make sure that the team members participating in the war are angry with me and don't disgrace me... Thank you." With that, Mo asked a flash, disappeared in everyone's sight, and withdrew to the top of the truck beside.

This is a speed that everyone can't see clearly with their naked eyes. Don't ask about this. It's obvious that they want to give the three so-called experts a bad impression.

At this time, there was a commotion in the crowd, most of them clapped hard, and others kept shouting. Don't ask, your face sank.

Xiang Tianyang has come to the center of the training ground. Obviously, this guy wants to be the first to "review" the results of the trained members of the Xueling special team.

These guys come here to find fault with Mo Wen. How can they be given a chance?

Mo Wen stands in the same place with a sneer and doesn't move. At this time, Xiang Tianyang is the most arrogant and puts on a posture. One of the middle-sized members of the Xueling special team also comes out. Xiang Tianyang doesn't wait for him to react. He raises his hand and swings his fist. Obviously, he has enough strength. If this fist is really smashed, this boy is definitely of concussion level.

In this medium-sized special team member, the shock happened. The member didn't dodge. He grabbed it with a big hand and grasped Xiang Tianyang's fist.

This is the result of the training of the Xueling special team. It doesn't need a big physique, and it doesn't need to be tough. I saw the special team member's calm face. What Mo asked just now had touched his heart. He was dissatisfied with the three instructors. Under Mo's stimulation, he was even more angry. He tightly grasped Xiang Tianyang's fist, overcast his face, and exerted his five fingers, Immediately, like a clamp, he pressed in.

Xiang Tianyang was a little surprised when he was caught with his fist. He is an expert in blasting, and he is also one of the best figures in the special forces in Sanda. His boxing has always focused on the speed, angle and strength of his fist. Although he hit at random, ordinary people don't want to take his fist. He is a medium-sized special team member, But so easily grasped his fist, to the sky, the whole person's face is angry green, without saying a word, raised a fist to throw over.

The middle-sized special combat team member sneered. He wanted to try the power of Xiang Tianyang's fist. He also wanted to try it. Don't ask how much power the special combat suit can bear. Is it as powerful as Yang Lan said? With hundreds of kilograms of power, Xiang Tianyang can't deliver so much power. This guy doesn't believe in evil, The firm firm firm firm joined to the day sun this fist.

"Pa!" There was a dull noise.

All ears heard the sound clearly. Xiang Tianyang's fist hit the special combat team member's chest. Instead of being knocked down in other people's imagination, it made a sound like hitting on steel.

At this time, some people are worried about the injury of the teammate. When they see the situation clearly, they find that the teammate is still sneering and watching Xiang Tianyang coldly.

The middle-sized special combat team member sneered and said, "is this your strength? It seems that it's just like this. It's not as powerful as one of my fingers. You punched twice. It's my honor to give you two punches. Now it's my turn... "

Finish saying, a move simple common straight fist, forcefully stuffed out.

Startled by Tianyang, he immediately held back his still sore fist and made a hard fight.

"Bang!" At that moment, Xiang Tianyang was blown out by the fists of the middle-sized special team members, and immediately gave out a howl like a hungry wolf. He was beaten several meters away and glided one meter down the ground to stop.

Don't ask to listen to that voice, how to listen to the scream of killing a pig, hey!

Xiang Tianyang clearly felt that the bone on his hand had been cracked by the blow of the medium-sized special combat team member, while the other clenched fist seemed to have been clamped by someone with a vice. His proud fist now gave out a cry of cleft bone.

Scream, without the slightest pause from the mouth of the sun sent out.

In fact, Xiang Tianyang never thought that he would lose so miserably, so fast. He wanted to give the special team a bad impression, but he was defeated by an ordinary team member.

Xiang Tianyang was defeated by the members of the xuelingte team. Isn't that a death wish? Now they are wearing the scaly armor combat suit that fell from the green prophet. Even if Xiang Tianyang's fist can send out hundreds of kilograms of power, it can't hurt the special combat team member. Besides, Xiang Tianyang's fist power has not reached that level, so it can only be said that he has no fun, making people look so vulnerable to Tianyang.

In fact, these special team members don't need to wear any combat clothes to win against Xiang Tianyang. However, don't ask such an arrangement. It's to tell these three old guys that the players he trained not only have exceeded their physical limits, but also the combat clothes he designed are very tough. Don't ask these three middle-aged men to tell the people above the CMC that the players he trained, It's definitely not anyone who wants to take over, and the captain of the special forces can't be dismissed by anyone. The most important thing is not to tell the people above that the Holy Ghost is a piece of meat on him. If you want to get this treasure, first think about whether you can chew the special forces under him

Mo Wen, standing on the top of the truck, smiles with pride. He has a cigarette in his mouth. He doesn't look like a soldier at all, but he looks like a ruffian

Just in the middle of waiting for a special combat team member to have a good time, suddenly a big foot appeared in front of him, kicking on the chest of a medium-sized special combat team member.

The strength of the foot is very strong. Although the medium-sized special combat team members will not be injured, they are still attacked successfully without paying attention. They even step back a few steps. The comer, just like kicking on the steel plate, also steps back several steps. However, although the medium-sized special combat team members are not injured, they lose face. They immediately roar and are going to fight.

But the person who retreated a few steps changed his face and began to shout: "is that how you treat the instructor? It's a review... So far, you're too heavy, aren't you? "

Don't ask. As soon as you change your look, as long as you hang up some vicious excuse, you will be particularly disgusted. Is it not vicious to attack Tianyang so suddenly just now? Hum

Mo Wen dropped his cigarette end and flew down from the roof of the car. He took a few quick steps and ran past. He grabbed the middle-sized special combat team member and said softly, "just a moment."

Then, ignoring the displeased middle-sized special combat team member, he said: "Wesley, in the Xueling special combat team, the training is the same. If you can't accept the cruel reality... Get out of here as soon as possible... Don't be an instructor in our Xueling special combat team, and... Make a sudden attack on Tianyang just now, Don't wait for my team to be ready to attack. Is that the quality of your instructor? For you, I have nothing to say. I'm sorry, if you can't accept this cruel training... Please get out of here... Because you are not afraid to wear the clothes of the blood spirit special team... "

Wesley picked up Xiang Tianyang, looked at Mo Wen's angry face, immediately became angry, and yelled: "don't ask... You don't think you are the captain of the blood spirit special team, so you put on official airs for us... When I was a soldier carrying a gun, you were not born... Hum... You are too rampant..."

"Rampant? Hahaha... "Mo Wen Yan raised his head and laughed. He pointed to all the members of the Xueling special team on the scene and said," you ask them, how did I torture their physical strength and will when I screened the team members? How many people can't accept the devil's torture and quit the blood spirit special team? Do you think it's still the era of carrying millet and rifles to fight birds? We are special forces. We need to train our physical strength to the limit. We need an army with strong combat ability as a soldier... Instead of looking for a few people with fancy fists and embroidered legs to come here to eat and drink... Do you mean to rely on old people in front of me? In the xuelingte team, everyone must train with the team members... You are the instructor, no exception... Hum... "

"You..." Wesley couldn't say a word when Mo Wen roared. He was angry, and his whole face was red. His chest was undulating rapidly. He clenched his teeth and clenched his fists. It seemed that he would tear Mo Wen to pieces to relieve his anger.

"The players you trained... Then we'll see if you have the same strength... Hum..." at this time, Huang Xiang suddenly rushed out and said, one with his legs, the other with his fist, and hit Mo Wen.

Don't ask, your eyes are like electricity, your face is stunned, your hands are drawn and pulled, "bang! Bang! " Two punches, on these two men's chest.

Mo Wen didn't use shengyuanli yet. He only used five points of strength. They were immediately beaten by Mo Wen and flew back several meters.

At this time, Mo Wen said coldly, his voice was like the cold winter weather in December: "hum, I tell you that you are now in the blood spirit special team. Even if the No.1 leader comes, I have the same attitude. Not everyone can come to this place. At the beginning, I told the leaders above that if I want to send instructors, I have to be a bit tough, I can bear the demonic training of the blood spirit special team. If I'm sent to show off, I can only say that I can't do it... I'm very sorry, the blood spirit special team, if you don't raise a loser... "

Wesley spat a mouthful of blood out of his mouth, stood up from the ground and growled, "don't ask... I'll sue you..."

"Pa!" Before Wesley finished speaking, he got a big ear.

"You bastard... How dare you hit me..."

"Pa!" Another slap in the face.

"We... Are the instructors of the blood spirit special corps appointed by the CMC... You have no right to drive us away..."

"Pa!" Another slap hit Wesley hard in the face.

"We..."

"Pa!" Wesley's mouth was full of blood, and with a few teeth, he was all on the ground.

"No matter who you work for, you must pass my test when you come to the Xueling special team. Judging from the current situation, you instructors are not qualified and do not deserve to stay in the Xueling special team as instructors..." speaking of this, Mo Wen subconsciously took a look at Cai Kang, who was scared and silly not far away. This guy used to follow Liu Tianning, Now he was transferred here by the No.1 leader, which was really helpless. Then, Mo Wen looked back at the three middle-aged men on the ground and sneered: "go back and tell your leader not to make such small moves in front of me... If you want to send someone to train the blood spirit special team, you must have some real skills... Don't look for you to come to the blood spirit special war base..."