The best ring

Since he has already accepted Niu Er and others as his personal soldiers, Wu Fan will naturally train them well. This Ba Dao sword technique is the only skill in his hand, and he must pass it on to Niu Er and others. In addition to this, Wu Fan also plans to teach them to practice swordsmanship. In short, he wants to train them into comprehensive talents and improve their strength.

As for Luo Yue, Wu Fan feels that this sword technique is not suitable for girls to practice, and he has no intention of letting Luo Yue train with the personal soldiers.

However, Wu Fan's words were rejected by Luo Yue.

"Why can't I?" Luo Yue said coldly: "I also want to join your personal soldiers!"

"No, what a joke." Wu Fan immediately refused.

"I'm not kidding, I'm serious." Luo Yue said.

"You are a girl, it's not appropriate to practice this." Wu Fan said.

"Miss Luo, you'd better not join in the fun. This kind of training and fighting are our men's business. You just need to take good care of the adults." Niu Er said with a smile.

Luo Yue didn't say anything, just stared at Wu Fan, her eyes didn't move, like a wooden man, but Wu Fan could see a firm look in her eyes.

"Okay, you follow me and practice." Wu Fan couldn't bear her eyes, so he had to agree.

However, in Wu Fan's opinion, such high-intensity training would probably make even Niu Er and others complain, let alone a little girl like Luo Yue, who probably couldn't hold on for a day.

Wu Fan was just waiting for her to give up and give up.

Seeing Wu Fan's agreement, Luo Yue's eyes softened a lot.

Niu Er muttered, "What's the point of a girl joining in the fun?"

Luo Yue ignored him, as if she didn't hear him.

Then, Wu Fan taught everyone the domineering swordsmanship he learned from Zhou Shan.

This set of swordsmanship is actually very simple, with only a few moves, and the most important thing is the momentum, the kind of unstoppable and fearless momentum. When chopping with a sword, the momentum must be sufficient, the power must be strong, and the domineering must be there.

After teaching everyone, Wu Fan asked them to practice individually, the same moves, practiced over and over again, until muscle memory was formed and the moves were completely imprinted in their minds.

Because every swing of the sword must be full of power and fierce momentum, so every move is very exhausting. Niu Er and other talents have been sweating and shaking their legs in less than half an hour of training.

However, Wu Fan did not let them rest, but asked them to continue to persevere. At this moment, being able to persevere is a breakthrough for themselves, which will increase their endurance.

After half a day of training, everyone was exhausted and panting, their faces were pale, and their hands were so sore that they didn't even have the strength to lift them.

What surprised Wu Fan was that Luo Yue actually persisted. Although her face was paler than others, Wu Fan felt that she would faint at any time during the training, but she did not give up and persisted to the end.

"Come and eat." Wu Fan said to everyone.

"My lord, even if there are delicacies in front of me now, I don't have the strength to go over and eat." Niu Er groaned while lying on the ground.

"Yes, I am so tired that I don't even have the strength to hold the bowl." Zheng Xiaoliu also said.

"Really?" Wu Fan smiled slightly, and then he opened the two wooden barrels he brought.

Suddenly, a strong fragrance floated out of the wooden barrel, and everyone who had no strength lying on the ground got up at once.

"What smells so good?"

"It seems to be the smell of meat, it must be, my nose will not smell wrong."

"This smell is too good."

Everyone was drooling as they talked, and they also found that the fragrance came from the wooden barrel in front of Wu Fan, and they all stood up and ran over immediately.

"Real broth, wow, this broth smells so good, and the soup is so thick." Niu Er said in surprise.

"It tastes good, right?" Wu Fan asked.

"Yeah, yeah." Everyone nodded vigorously.

"The bowl is next to you, serve yourself. There is meat in the soup, don't be polite, just eat it. There is rice in the other bucket. Your training is very strenuous, and you must keep up with nutrition, so eat as much as you can." Wu Fan said.

Although everyone didn't quite understand what Wu Fan meant by "nutrition", they understood that today, they could have a full meal, really eat meat and drink soup in big mouthfuls, and, according to Wu Fan, it would be like this every day in the future.

In an instant, everyone felt that the hard training in the morning for half a day was nothing, no matter how tired they were, as long as they had such broth to drink, no matter how tired they were, they could stick to it.

Wu Fan looked at everyone scrambling to scoop soup, smiled, and then helped Luo Yue and Luo Yang each fill a portion.

The two were young, and they looked malnourished before. After half a day of training in the morning, they were already too tired to get up.

"Thank you, sir." Luo Yang said gratefully after taking the soup from Wu Fan.

In fact, Luo Yang had already drooled when he smelled the aroma of the broth, but first of all, he was a servant, not Wu Fan's personal soldier, and the treatment of servants was definitely not as good as that of personal soldiers, so he didn't know if he was qualified to drink this soup.

Secondly, he was really too tired and didn't have the strength to get up, so he could only watch from the side.

Now, Wu Fan helped him to fill it up and brought it to him, and he was naturally grateful.

"Eat." Wu Fan touched his head and said, "Eat more. You are too thin."

"Yeah, yeah." Luo Yang nodded vigorously while drinking the soup.

He hasn't eaten such broth for several years.

"And you." Wu Fan turned to Luo Yue next to him and said, "You should eat more too. You two are too thin."

"Yeah." Luo Yue nodded and said softly, "Thank you, sir."

"If you can't hold on, tell me, don't be stubborn." Wu Fan said.

"No, I can hold on." Luo Yue said firmly, "I want to be the sharpest knife around you! Anyone who wants to hurt you, I will kill them!"

At this moment, Wu Fan actually saw the strong murderous aura from Luo Yue. At this moment, she didn't look like a girl in her teens, but like a cold killer.

"Don't think about it. I'm fine. Who would hurt me?" Wu Fan said with a smile.

Luo Yue didn't say anything, but the determination in her eyes never diminished in the slightest, especially when she saw her brother drinking the broth with a happy face, her mind became even more determined.