After breakfast, the two girls went to the bedroom to catch up on their sleep, while Ye Lang went to the gym to start training.
Given his current physique, ordinary push-ups, pull-ups, squats, etc. can no longer meet his needs.
Ye Lang decided to move forward.
"Xiao Lang, are you really going to let us go together?"
"Yeah, boss, you won't be able to handle two of them at once."
"What nonsense! You two can come at me together. I can handle it."
“Eh~”
"Who told you two to touch each other? Hurry up and hold on tight. I'm about to start."
......
The two women sat cross-legged on Ye Lang's back, hugging each other tightly, rising and falling with Ye Lang's push-ups.
Ye Lang's forehead was slightly sweaty, his muscles were tense, and he finally felt something.
Even with a body six times the size of an adult's, Ye Lang could still feel a little tired when doing push-ups with a load of 200 kilograms, but it was not enough. He could still endure more.
After doing 300 push-ups, the three of them drank some water.
Ye Lang lost too much water, and the two women didn't know why.
Then Ye Lang continued to carry himself and started squat training again.
Next came pull-ups, crunches, and plank holds, each challenging the limits.
After completing the whole set of movements, Ye Lang finally felt exhausted.
Ye Lang finally took a horse stance and began to breathe in and out, contracting his abdomen and exhaling and expanding his abdomen.
When his breathing stabilized, Ye Lang slowly opened his eyes, a gleam in his eyes.
Afterwards, Ye Lang began his unique dart training.
The water bullet in his hand flew out like an arrow from a string.
"ah!"
"Hit?"
"No, it's just a little itchy."
"Don't make a fuss if you don't hit it. It's distracting enough already."
"ah!"
"Hit? Which side?"
"Middle...middle."
"Damn, it's so far down? It looks like it needs to go up a bit."
......
After practicing darts, Ye Lang started practicing with the fire axe.
The moves are open and closed, and the axe shadow is like the wind.
Chop, hack, stab, lift, block, intercept, cut, collapse, chop, wipe, pull, wrap, wrap... Every axe move comes with the sound of breaking through the air, precise and powerful.
Although Ye Lang intended to forget it, the things in his bones were still revealed in every move.
It would be nice if I had a ring-handled broadsword, Ye Lang thought absentmindedly.
......
It's earlier.
"Old man, there's another one, chop it down!"
Tang Xiaowan shouted exaggeratedly, but her tone was not anxious, but rather excited.
Tang Long laughed heartily, and swung the ring-handled broadsword in his hand like the wind. The blade flashed, and accurately chopped the waving vines.
"Ah, you old man, you can still laugh even in such a thrilling situation."
Tang Xiaowan was so angry that she stomped her feet when she saw her father's nonchalant look.
She was also thinking of using the ferocious vines as an excuse to encourage her father to go find the second senior brother.
But looking at his relaxed look, it was obvious that there was no hope.
Tang Long put away his sword and stood up, chuckling:
"Xiao Wan, what do you think of your father's swordsmanship? Can it protect you well?
Let's go upstairs quickly and don't waste time."
Tang Xiaowan snorted softly, stopped talking, pouted her lips, turned around and walked upstairs.
“Ah! It hurts.”
"What's wrong, Xiaowan!"
Tang Long saw Tang Xiaowan holding her ankle and frowning in pain, blood seeping out from between her fingers, staining her socks red.
It was obviously scratched by the glass fragments on the ground.
Tang Long's face suddenly changed. He rushed forward, hugged Tang Xiaowan and ran upstairs.
The next moment, accompanied by a huge buzzing sound, endless huge mosquitoes swarmed in like black fog.
They rushed through the window lattice one after another, their ferocious mouths flashing coldly in the sunlight, and rushed straight towards Tang Xiaowan.
At the critical moment, Tang Long quickly slipped into the building door with Tang Xiaowan in his arms and slammed it shut.
Bang, bang, bang,
The sound of mosquitoes the size of footballs hitting the door irritated the father and daughter.
Tang Long held the door tightly against the building. The force of the impact made his arms tremble slightly and sweat dripped down his forehead.
Tang Xiaowan bit her lip tightly, a trace of fear flashing in her eyes.
Tang Long took a deep breath and said with difficulty:
"I agree, go find Ye Lang."
......
At this time, in the Wuyou MCN Media Building,
Xiong Yuan, dressed in a smart suit, was surrounded by two makeup artists. Her delicate yet heroic makeup gradually emerged, with a firmness and confidence between her brows.
At this time, she learned that her sister was no longer in danger, and could eat, drink and sleep well... After she recovered, she regained her former spirit.
She was looking at her phone to pass the time when she suddenly saw the video of Yao Something Bridge and her body shook slightly.
In the video, Ye Lang's figure is as agile as a cheetah, the darts he shoots are as fast as lightning, and the abdominal muscles under the wet shirt... well, they're okay.
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