Fortress of Ten Thousand Races in the Badlands of the World

Chapter 167 Special Training
After Sheng Fang finished eating, his mother rushed him to the room to practice.

But Shengfang was still very curious about this "guest" who appeared suddenly.

Looking at Uncle Da Tou, he seems to be very familiar with his parents?
Not just familiar, but even a little afraid of his own mother?

Sheng Ziyou was very curious, so he eavesdropped on what they were talking about in the restaurant from behind the door.

"Are you willing?" This was Uncle Da Tou's voice.

"Why are you willing?" Sheng Feifei asked in a very puzzled tone.

"nothing……"

"I don't know that you have such a big child, and you didn't bring a meeting gift. Is there anything I can do for you?" Uncle Datou asked.

"Hmm..." Sheng Feifei nodded.

Uncle Datou: "..."

I knew it was not a good thing for you to suddenly invite me here.

"It's about this child..." Sheng Feifei said.

Sheng Fang's mother was still sitting at the table, eating dinner in an orderly manner.

"I'm going to serve in the military soon..."

"Oh, I got it! I'll make arrangements. Don't worry!" Uncle Datou directly interrupted what Shengfang hadn't finished, and nodded repeatedly.

"You really understand?" Sheng Fang's mother glanced over.

This made Uncle Datou hesitate a bit: "I should, it seems, I seem to understand."

"Then tell me what we want you to do?" Sheng Feifei laughed.

"Aren't you going to arrange a challenging unit for this little guy, a battlefield that is dangerous but has a higher chance of survival?"

"Crack!" Sheng Fang knocked Uncle Da Tou on the head with his chopsticks.

"Let you listen to Feifeifei and you won't listen."

This knock completely blinded Uncle Da Tou.

"No?" Uncle Da Tou couldn't believe it.

"no!"

"Actually, I want you to arrange a unit for this child that will never die or be disabled!" Sheng Feifei was a little embarrassed to say it, but there was no way to force himself to say it.

This request silenced Uncle Datou immediately.

Uncle Big Tou slowly said: "I thought that this child's magic pattern was not activated because he was inheriting your tradition of pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger..."

"So it wasn't just pretending..."

Blooming behind the door: "..."

"You really can't practice?" Uncle Datou asked.

"Well, I've tried everything..." Sheng Feifei shook his head and said.

"Okay, got it, I'll make arrangements... that's it." Uncle Datou didn't have the heart to eat anymore.

Originally, he was very happy to come to eat.

Brother I haven't seen in so many years.

Who knew something like this would happen.

He couldn't think of it at all, the children of the two of them couldn't cultivate?
Uncle Datou took a few mouthfuls in a daze, and then left Shengfang's house.

It was also uncomfortable to hear the full bloom of their conversation in the room.

After Uncle Datou left, Sheng Feifei said slowly, "Can he?"

"But besides him, who else can we look for?" Sheng Fang's mother glanced at Sheng Feifei and said.

As he spoke, he glanced at the food on the table, and asked again: "Are you still eating or not? If you don't, I'll clean it up!"

"Don't eat!" Sheng Feifei put down his chopsticks and helped them clean up.

In the room, Sheng Sheng sat cross-legged on the exercise mat and began to sense magic patterns.

This is an essential item for him every day.

A project that has been going on for more than ten years.

Every day, I use my consciousness to explore the magic pattern on my body, hoping that it can give me a little response.

But always, always the same.

For Blooming's temptation, it seemed like a stone sank into the sea, and there was no response at all.

The magic pattern fell asleep like dead silence.

Shengfang tried again to move his consciousness to the vicinity of the magic pattern, stimulating the magic pattern.

But still the same as before.

Speaking of magic patterns, the blooming magic pattern is also very special.

The magic pattern of a normal person is just a few simple lines.

And his is a pattern!
In the words of his father Sheng Feifei, this pattern is called "Tai Chi".

It is a very ancient symbol.

But if you look at this magic pattern carefully, you can find that this pattern is actually composed of lines.

However, the lines are too many and too dense.

How many lines can form a pattern?
After some trials to no avail, Shengfang stood up, lay down on the bed, and closed his eyes.

Still not working.

"Fang Fang, come out!" At this moment, Sheng Fang's mother shouted in the living room.

"Okay, here we come!" Sheng Fang jumped up from the bed.

Make a loud noise.

Sheng Feifei and his mother in the living room looked at each other.

Don't be too hard on this kid.

Of course, Blooming is definitely not out of the question.

Sheng Fang walked into the living room and found that his parents were sitting on the sofa.

Suddenly I felt a little flustered.

Committed something of your own?

Didn't you do anything yourself?

"Let's go, come and sit." Sheng Fang's mother patted the sofa beside her and said to Sheng Fang.

Sheng Fang sat down with strange eyes.

She grasped the blooming hand and placed it on her lap.

Then he asked: "Let's go, what date are you going to do military service assignment?"

"The 18th of next month."

"That's June NO.18, right?" Sheng Feifei asked.

"Uh-huh."

"it is good."

"Did you hear it just now?" Sheng Feifei glanced at Shengfang and asked.

"what?"

Shengfang didn't expect them to know that he was eavesdropping.

"Well, I heard you."

"Although he agreed, he may not be able to do it. Even if he did, it doesn't mean there is no crisis at all." Sheng Feifei said.

"Son, do you know? We didn't blame you for not being able to cultivate." Shengfang's mother interjected.

Sheng Feifei was a little displeased with Shengfang's fucking mouth: "Oh, can you let me finish?"

"Huh?" Sheng Fang's mother looked over coldly.

Sheng Feifei smiled mischievously: "You say...you say."

"Even if you are an ordinary person, it doesn't matter. However, the existence of military service makes you have to face some crises."

The mother touched Shengfang's head distressedly.

"Mom, it's okay, I can bear it."

"What the hell can you bear? If you go to the battlefield, you won't even be counted as cannon fodder!" Sheng Feifei complained.

"No, are you my father? You say that about your son?" Sheng Fang said a little annoyed.

"That's right." My mother also stood on Shengfang's side, and gave Santa Feifei a hard look.

"Son, so, we have a decision." Mom looked at Shengfang carefully, and said solemnly.

Sheng Bing felt an extremely bad premonition.

"We decided to give you a special training before military training."

"Special training??" Sheng was shocked!
This... the good times are coming to an end!
"Yes, special training."

"Although you can't practice magic patterns, your physical strength needs special training."

"I know that you have never given up activating the magic patterns over the years, and you are still exercising your physical strength."

"But your actual strength is still comparable to that of ordinary people."

"Because your physical strength has not been comprehensively trained."

"To put it simply, you have been practicing hard, and you need a special training to sublimate your training."

Sheng Fang nodded, it seemed that what he said made a lot of sense.

"This is so that you can protect yourself. At least, you have to survive the battlefield of the Four Kingdoms!"

(End of this chapter)