Add twenty years, and I will suppress all races with one punch

With the order of the teacher Meng Gang, the staff of the martial arts center walked in with sandbags pushing stakes one by one.

The students let out an exclamation, they all knew what the stake sandbag was, it was a high-level equipment that could significantly increase qi and blood.

People who can participate in this training camp have more or less come into contact with this thing, except for Gu Yang.

The staff stopped, unloaded the rollers, and twenty sandbags were placed in front of the students.

Meng Gang spoke: "I believe you should be no stranger to things, blood sandbags, the official name is qi and blood enhancement sandbags."

The inside of the hot blood sandbag is a long sponge strip wrapped in a sponge core, and every punch will squeeze the sponge strip, so that the energy in the wood core overflows and is transformed into qi and blood for us to absorb.

Today, all you have to do is keep hitting the sandbags to improve your qi and blood, understand?"

the students were stunned, and it had to be a luxury ......to spend a day hitting the hot-blooded sandbags

In addition to the shock, there is more excitement, no matter how extravagant he is, anyway, the school pays for it, they just need to improve their qi and blood as much as possible.

Looking at the boiling students, the corners of Meng Gang's mouth hooked an inexplicable smile, and after glancing at Xu Hebing, the latter nodded.

"But there's one thing to warn you about.

Xu Hebing suddenly opened his mouth and interrupted the warm atmosphere of the scene

They all stopped and listened quietly, senior Xu Hebing, as the strongest in the history of the Fifth Middle School, the valuable experience he provided must be worth learning.

"This time, the bloody sandbag is a little different from the ordinary one.

Xu Hebing patted the sandbag next to him, and said: "The sponge strip in here is very hard, and a fist without 1500 combat power cannot cause effective damage to it."

In other words, if the power of your punch is less than 1500, the punching bag will not respond.

"Ah!"

As soon as the words ended, the students let out a heavy complaint.

Not to mention the group of Jiang Wenzhi who were on the waitlist, the combat power of the other Yanhuang University candidates who have become martial artists is only about 1,500.

If you want to hit 1500 combat power with every punch, you have to at least use the strength to eat milk, in that case, you will be tired and half dead if you can't punch a few punches.

As for Jiang Wenzhi's group of people, if they want to fight with 1500 combat power, they can only think about it in their dreams.

Meng Gang and Xu Hebing glanced at each other again, and they both saw a faint smile in each other's eyes.

That's what they want, and they have to make the students feel scared and in awe for the training to be effective, otherwise it's not okay to be like an outing.

"Don't worry, given your situation, we have another way to deal with it.

Xu Hebing picked up the fist that matched the sandbag and said: "This boxing glove weighs 50kg apiece, and one punch can at least help you improve the effect of 500 combat power, as long as you can afford to wear it and swing it, 1500 is a casual thing."

Speaking of this, he looked at the crowd: "Do you want to try?"

"Yes!" Everyone replied in response, if there is a solution, it is good to have a solution, but if there is no solution.

Otherwise, you can only stare at the pretty daughter-in-law like a septuagenarian.

"Okay, which of you will try it first?"

"I'll do it." Wang

Li was the first to raise his hand, he really lived like a little old man after lying on the hospital bed for a week, and he urgently needed to reinvigorate his majesty as the leader of the top class.

"Okay, this classmate.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Xu Hebing raised his fist gloves and motioned for Wang Li to come over.

Wang Li glanced at the classmates next to him, full of confidence.

At present, he is 95 qi and blood, and his combat power is in his early 900s, plus the additional combat power of the boxing gloves, 1500 is not a problem.

The moment the fist gloves were in hand, Wang Li's face stiffened suddenly, and then his body sank and he almost didn't fall on the spot.

Boy...... Fortunately

, Wang Li quickly adjusted, gritted his teeth and put on his fists, but just about to punch but found that being able to hold the gloves and being able to punch are two different things.

"Classmate?" Xu

Hebing gave him a kind and questioning smile.

Wang Li gritted his teeth, his whole face turned red, and if he didn't punch again, it would really be a joke.

"Wait a minute.

A few words popped out between his teeth, and then he punched the punching bag.

The sandbag symbolically deflated, and the surface did not fluctuate much, but Wang Li's whole body fell forward, and he threw himself on the ground and gasped for breath.

Everyone couldn't help laughing, and Wang Li's face turned even redder.

At this time, Meng Gang helped him up, smiled and comforted him, and let Wang Li return to the team in a gloomy manner.

"You see, even with the help of fist gloves, it is not a simple matter to shake this sandbag, this is a grind, and only tempering can improve ......"

Meng Gang looked elegant and vulgar, paced back and forth in front of the crowd, lectured for a long time, and felt that it was almost over, so he added.

"The training has officially begun, don't keep it, and let your sweat go to your heart's content!" the

students looked at each other and did not move.

The curious eyes revealed caution, they were not fools, and after weighing the weight of the gloves, they knew that training was not so simple.

I don't want to be a bird like Wang Li and be ridiculed.

In the midst of the silence, a dull voice sounded that made people's hearts tremble.

Everyone followed the sound and looked, it was Wan Qiang.

Wan Qiang still maintained his punching posture, the sandbag was exaggerated under the strong force, and a faint light overflowed from it, lingering on his fist, and then pouring into his whole body little by little.

He succeeded, he shook the punching bag and reaped the feedback of qi and blood!

The most important thing is that he didn't even wear gloves.

Meng Gang nodded and was quite satisfied, and praised it a little perfunctorily, "Yes, the strength is acceptable." The

classmates were all shocked, this is still called the strength is acceptable?

Wang Li can't shake the sandbag that he can't shake with his fist gloves at will, and he doesn't need much strength to look at him!

This is obviously very strong, okay!

Meng Gang said lightly: "If you don't need it, I'll ask someone to withdraw and change it in another way."

Everyone was stunned and hurriedly punched the sandbag.

Whether it can be or not is one thing, whether it is or not is another.

Don't put good things away, isn't it cheap?

Everyone punched each other, whether it was useful or not, and kept the sandbags first.

In a dull sound, everyone gradually got better, and there was already a classmate who was not enough to shake the sandbag himself to reap the feedback of qi and blood with the help of the fist gloves.

The excited shouting cheered everyone on the field, and they all worked harder!

Gu Yang looked at the sandbag in front of him and tried to punch him.

Jiang Wenzhi watched the sandbag deflated rapidly, stagnated for a moment and then returned to its original state.

Everyone else looked stupid, and they were sure in their hearts that this sandbag almost didn't slow down for a moment......

A faint light flowed into Gu Yang's body, and he felt it for a while, and the effect was not bad.

Then, under Jiang Wenzhi's horrified gaze, he picked up his fist gloves as if nothing was there.