The richest man in the magic city

After returning to the dormitory, Fang Xiaoru went into meditation.

His current internal strength has reached an incredible level, and there is a vague tendency to break through the shackles and enter a new realm.

But there is always a barrier in front of him, making him unable to step through.

The internal force kept running in the veins, one week, two weeks, and Fang Xiaoru didn't stop working until thirty-six weeks had passed.

He slowly opened his eyes, and a sharp light burst from his eyes.

He shook his head, sighed, and murmured:

"Hey, the savings are still not enough to break through."

"It seems that we still need to accumulate for a while, so that we can only make thin hair with thick accumulation."

Fang Xiaoru stopped meditating, lying on the bed, thinking about other things.

Nothing happened overnight, the next day, at eight in the morning.

The 18 members of the sharp sword special forces plus Lin Lei, a total of 19 people, all assembled on the school field.

Today, Fang Xiaoru has put on the uniform issued to him by the military district.

He had a slightly immature face, but after putting on this uniform, he appeared very capable and heroic.

The members of Lijian were extremely excited when Fang Xiaoru arrived.

When they practiced those three movements yesterday, they were exhausted.

But the more so, the more they looked forward to Fang Xiaoru's next teaching.

Long before Fang Xiaoru's arrival, Lin Lei had set up three cameras on the side, 360 degrees with no dead ends, and filmed Fang Xiaoru's teaching today.

Fang Xiaoru glanced at these cameras and didn't say anything.

He walked up to everyone and said with a smile: "Did you enjoy your practice yesterday?"

"Enjoying!"

Nineteen people replied loudly.

"Just enjoy it." Fang Xiaoru smiled unkindly, "Today, I will make you more enjoyable."

"Everyone has it! Same as yesterday, I only teach three movements and only two hours."

With that said, before the group of special soldiers could answer, he began to make the fourth move.

When everyone saw this, they quickly dispersed, imitating Fang Xiaoru's posture, and began to pose.

This fourth movement is very difficult, and the requirements for physical fitness are not trivial.

Except for a few of the nineteen people at the scene, the rest of them couldn't make such a move at all.

Their physical fitness is not good, whether it is the balance of the body or the support of the calf, there is still a gap.

But these people were not discouraged. Despite the embarrassment in their hearts, they gritted their teeth and stood up and insisted on completing this action.

When Fang Xiaoru switched to the fifth action, everyone, including Lin Lei, fell.

There was not one person present who could make this kind of action.

The commander who was closely watching the training of sharp swords saw this scene and couldn't help exclaiming:

"This is too difficult!"

"The members of our sword are carefully selected from 350,000 fighters. Why can't even the training of the instructor Xiaofang be completed?"

While the commander was stunned, he couldn't help but look forward to this week's training and how much improvement the members of the sword can get.

After a few more glances, the commander picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Little Yang, did you find out what I asked you to check yesterday?"

On the other end of the phone, a middle-aged man's voice rang: "Li Commander, I am about to report to you.

According to our investigation by the Public Security Department, we really found some intriguing things."

"Oh?" The commander hurriedly asked: "Please tell me exactly what you found."

"The identity of Fang Xiaoru is nothing, but the identity of his parents is very problematic.

His mother Gao Huijun disappeared unexpectedly when he was eight years old.

And his father Fang Wenhua died in an accident a year and two months ago.

We checked the identities of his parents and found that they had a lot to come.

His father Fang Wenhua was actually from the Fang family in Beijing.His mother Gao Huijun is the daughter of Gao Bo of Xiangjiang Xiarun Group."

After listening to the report on the other end of the phone, the commander looked stunned.

"I said he has such amazing strength at a young age, he really belongs to the ancient Wufang family!"

The Fang Family of Ancient Martial Arts is one of the best in China's ancient martial arts world.

The power of a family, the big families in the northern part of the empire that were overwhelming could not hold their heads up.

The power has reached an unimaginable level.

However, after Fang Xiaoru gave three actions to the members of the sword again, he began to guide them in the correct posture and answer their questions.

After two hours of training, no one can practice from the first to the fifth.

Almost most people stay in the third action.Few people can practice the fourth movement smoothly.

There are only two people who can practice the fifth movement in one breath.

One is Lin Lei, and the other is the handsome man.

Two hours later, Fang Xiaoru stood up and said, "You are too weak. There are only six actions that no one can do.

Forget it, two hours have passed.Please practice slowly, I'll go first."

After all, he turned around and left the school without hesitation.

The members of the sword and the instructor Lin Lei, looking at Fang Xiaoru's departure, their faces flushed with shame.

Lin Lei yelled at a group of sharp sword members: "Brothers, don't let the instructor Fang look down on us. Today, no matter what, you must learn these actions."

"Yes! We can't make instructor Fang look down!"

"Fight! No matter how hard and tired we are, we gritted our teeth. I don't believe it anymore. These only six actions can really stump our sword!"

The members of Sharp Sword yelled with thick necks.

All of them are the emperor, and all of them are the top fighters.

Their self-esteem does not allow them to fall on top of these six actions.

"Okay! Everyone must have this determination. As long as we train the undead, we will practice it!"

Under Lin Lei's encouragement, a group of sharp sword members, like animals, croaked out the movements taught by Fang Xiaoru, with unprecedented enthusiasm.,, ..