Bo Ye's little ancestor has made a sensation in the world again

Chapter 857 Ancestor's Fist, Only Brother Says It's Soft
Imperial University's military training program is very tightly arranged.

Immediately after the shooting subject, it is to learn to play military boxing.

On this day, Instructor Yan's team taught for a whole morning from early in the morning, and trained an hour earlier at noon. They skipped the lunch break and repeated the skilled boxing movements repeatedly, which made a group of girls complain endlessly.

"If you can pass the test today, I will give you a day off tomorrow!" Instructor Yan said.

Immediately, everyone felt that they were alive again, and they could fight for a few more hours.

After all, they have been training for so many days in a row, and they are really looking forward to a day off, wearing beautiful little skirts, going shopping, having their hair done, drinking milk tea and buying autumn clothes.

Bian Xiaohong practiced very hard. With the special care and teaching last night, she learned faster and better than others. She was constantly praised by the strict instructor as a benchmark for "good movement".

Although Sun Yunyun couldn't keep up with her physical strength, she still looked decent, and soon reached the ranks of smooth movement standards.

There was only one figure in the crowd, which was somewhat inconsistent with everyone's rhythm.

"Xi Zuer!"

Instructor Yan couldn't help calling names: "What are you practicing? Are you dancing or boxing!"

Sun Yunyun took the lead and laughed.

Xi Zuer was not in a hurry, and replied calmly: "It's a fist, Xiao Yan, don't you understand?"

Instructor Yan's cheeks twitched a few times: "What kind of effect can this kind of soft punching have? Do you think you can hit mosquitoes? You have to fight against the enemy when you practice boxing, you have to have momentum!"

Yesterday's depression combined with today's unhappiness made him extraordinarily fierce.

Sun Yunyun took the lead and laughed even louder.

"Aura..." Xi Zuer snapped her fingers, "What kind of aura do you want?"

Instructor Yan took a deep breath and called a name: "Student Bian Xiaohong, show her how to hit a sandbag!"

Sun Yunyun was suddenly a little lost.

She also played very beautifully, why not let her demonstrate?By the way, it can also hit Xi Zuer's arrogance.

But the instructor likes to ask Bian Xiaohong to show off.

Bian Xiaohong came out delicately and weakly, and nodded modestly: "Instructor, classmate Xi, hello everyone, then I will try my best to demonstrate it to everyone. I may not be right. Please criticize and give advice."

"You can really pretend." Xi Rubao sneered from below, "She really wants to overwhelm my sister."

"That depends on how much she weighs." Wu Qianman pursed her lips, "Don't expose your shortcomings, haha."

Bian Xiaohong is so delicate, in fact, everyone is not optimistic about her.

However, her boxing movements are very standard, as if she has been specially instructed, she is better than everyone else.

After a set of punches, the last blow especially gathered strength. Don't look at her dry and thin one, this last punch actually sent the heavy hanging sandbag flying at a ninety-degree angle!

This power is really pretty good.

Everyone fell silent.

Instructor Yan smiled: "Student Xiaohong is very good. Look, this is the power of punching to the flesh. If someone on the other side attacks classmate Xiaohong, she will definitely be able to counterattack correctly and effectively..."

As he said that, he turned his head and looked at Xi Zuer with some contempt: "What about you? What's the use of your soft fists? Be humble and learn!"

Xi Zuer propped her chin, seemed to wander for a moment, neither answered nor moved, she didn't know what she was thinking.

Until the instructor Yan was about to go crazy: "Xi Zuer, are you listening to the class?"

She didn't rush, and chuckled lightly: "The ancestor's fist, only my brother said it was soft."

(End of this chapter)