Chen Hui couldn't care too much. He saw that Yuyi's feet had already been lifted. He believed that if he continued to jump down, Yuyi would definitely kick him down and would never show any mercy. This is Yuyi's usual style. This man is simply a violent aggregate.

Chen Hui glanced at the sticky, black semi-solidified body like jelly, took a deep breath, and jumped directly, with a panic of uncertain future, falling into the dark, viscous semi-solidified body.

The moment he fell in, Chen Hui felt as if he was trapped in the sludge of ebbing tide. The viscous liquid only reached his ankle position, not high, but the pressure brought by the viscous liquid was very strong. The oppressor towards the foot from all directions gave him a sense of fear of pores, just like his feet were entangled by countless hands and could not move at all.

“Try it.”

Yuyi bent down and picked up a stick on the ground, poked directly on the back of the confused Chen Hui. Chen Hui screamed on the head of the sharp stick, under the instinct of launching and being attacked by the creature, raised his foot and was about to escape and dodge Feiyi's attack.

yeah?

The idea of ​​escape flashed in his mind. Thoughts or thoughts were also transmitted to his legs by biological information energy, and his legs were about to run. But what made Chen Hui desperate was that his legs were as if they were nailed to the ground by a steel nail and could not be pulled at all.

But Chen Hui had already thought of dodging, and the upper part of his body had already made forward movements, but his legs were fixed. The result was that his upper body was straight and erect.

ah!

Chen Hui exclaimed, the strange feeling that could not move just now made his body suddenly burst, and he watched his upper body gradually approach the ground, wanting to dodge appropriately, but the idea arose, but when he put it into practice, he was unable to change at all.

Whoosh!

Chen Hui's hands finally inserted into the sticky semi-cooled liquid like jelly, and fell deeply into it. He took a lot of effort and was so tired that he sweated heavily before he pulled out his hand.

"How does it feel?"

Yuyi waved the stick with his right hand, knocked it on his left hand, looked at Chen Hui who was embarrassed and straightened his waist, and asked.

“It’s very uncomfortable.”

Chen Hui gasped and said, "What he expressed was his true feelings in his heart, which was a bit like a ghost pressing against the bed. You obviously wanted to break your eyes, but you couldn't break away and your body couldn't move, as if your body was controlled by someone. You were just an ordinary bystander, very aggrieved.

"Your special feeling is generated here." Yuyi pointed to his brain and continued: "So in battle, the most taboo thing is to misjudgment your own strength and the enemy's strength, just like you clearly couldn't escape just now, but you still made the escape move, and the result was a failure.

If it's in the battle, you're dead."

"I'm instinct."

Chen Hui said depressedly.

"Instinct, yes, is indeed instinct, but what I want to train is to control your instincts so that you can make the most correct judgment of your situation no matter where and when. But this is not easy to achieve. You must have a strong body as the basis. Only a strong body can avoid and correspond to instincts. If your strength just now is strong enough, you can still escape."

Yuyi Yanran has become the strictest instructor, and her cold expression is heartbreaking.

"oh."

Chen Hui gasped and agreed.

Seeing that Chen Hui was very absent-minded, Yuyi's expression became more and more cold: "Don't think that I'm talking nonsense to you. In the battle, your blink is fatal, but I will make you never blink when you shouldn't blink again. I'm very confident in my own training."

abnormal!

Chen Hui swallowed in shock, feeling that Yuyi wanted to train himself as unlike him, and even had to control his instinct. He felt terrifying when he thought about it.

"Now, let's hit the military fist I just taught you." Yu Yi was too lazy to pay attention to Chen Hui's curse in his heart. He urged with the expressionless coffin face. He had already picked up the wooden stick in his hand and was ready to give Chen Hui one at any time.

Chen Hui's lips twitched, his face turned dark, and the relaxed and comfortable feeling he had just played that set of boxing was completely gone, and he only had a boundless sense of powerlessness.

The huge sense of resistance from the feet, let alone boxing, even moving is an extremely difficult thing. Any simple movement will become difficult to reach the sky.

Bang!

Yu Yi raised his hand and patted it with a stick, hit Chen Hui directly on the shoulder, and urged him bluntly, "Didn't you practice it so easily? If you don't do a set of movements today, don't think about leaving here."

"Depend on."

Chen Hui grinned and stroked the knocked part, knowing that if he wanted to avoid being beaten, he would follow the requirements of Yuyi, because a more severe blow was still waiting for him and could come at any time.

ah!

Chen Hui made a pose, then used all his strength between his legs and began to flow in the viscous jelly with difficulty. It was extremely difficult without moving a centimeter.

Chen Hui gritted his teeth, and before he finished a movement, his legs became very sore, his whole body was soaked with sweat. The gasping sound in his mouth was heavier than the old ox that had plowed more than a dozen acres of land. It seemed that he would spit out his lungs in the next breath.

“Speed.”

The winged wooden stick directly twitched Chen Hui's butt, stimulating Chen Hui whom he just wanted to carry. The purpose was very simple and he would never let Chen Hui have a moment of rest.

Exercise is about continuousness. If you take a few minutes of exercise, the effect of exercise is equal to zero. He will definitely not allow Chen Hui to rest. Strict teachers will produce high disciples.

"I feel enslaved, I am simply a slave."

Chen Hui cheered up and grinned and used his strength to suck his legs, just so that his steps could move forward a little more.

"You are worthy of being a slave? Whoever buys a weak slave will definitely do a loss-making business. If I were a slave owner, I would definitely cut it directly with one knife and save the waste of food."

The wings were thrust up again with a wooden stick. This time, it was extremely heavy. Chen Hui's legs were stimulating with severe pain. He couldn't help but move forward for a long period of time.

Chen Hui was sobbed that he was crying but not crying. Under the dual torture of his body and spirit, he stopped talking. He would save some effort and use it to move. Originally, the sixteen movements were nothing to him, but now they have become a distant goal... (To be continued)
Chapter completed!