Finally, the introductory ceremony was completed at the mercy of the man with white hair on his temples. This man was the leader of the Yuemen Branch of the city, a first-level soldier, and a third-level gate inspection.

Those who looked cold-looking went back to their room without saying a word. The training ground came to say hello to him and went back to practice.

Finally, the leader of the Yuemen team and a few people of his age were left, at least a second-level soldiers and a fifth-level gate inspection. The gate inspection was divided into the general gate inspection, and the general gate inspection was controlled. The general gate inspection of each gate was divided into the general gate inspection, and the affairs of the entire scope of the gate were managed. Finally, the local branch inspection was investigated and the local gate affairs were managed.

Retired soldiers generally give their ranks based on their qualifications. While coordinating with local branches, they are also often responsible for commanding battles and the affairs of the martial arts hall to which the sect belongs.

Like An's position as an action command team leader, when working with other sects, the level determines who will command. The action command team leader has the power to unifiedly lead the battles of each sect than Mencha in terms of combat, but the action team leader has no right to interfere in situations other than war.

Usually, the ninth-level militia is in the inspection period, and the grouping begins at level 8 or above, and the restricted entry and exit of the main gate base is allowed only at level 5 or above. However, these regulations do not count for the owners of the emperor's new clothes, but there are no exceptions in terms of level improvement.

Each member's combat performance is reported to the ruling gate. After the ruling gate is judged, it is submitted to the main brain after the initial trial, and then released after receiving feedback information. In fact, the main brain is the main brain that really decides all matters of the general sect. Only the general sect leader can veto the main brain's resolution, but usually the general sect leader will not interfere with the main brain's judgment on the affairs.

Therefore, although the introductory ceremony was bizarre and weird, Chen Yi did not dare to ignore the leader of the Yuemen branch. Even if he had retired, he had at least one thousand battle victories at the level of a first-level warrior. The titles checked by the third-level department also showed that he had led the battle to win at least 300 times.

This is a very amazing achievement and has to be respected by Chen Yi.

So when the Yuemen team leader asked Chen Yi to offer them tea one by one, he did the same. He had already discovered that the team leader's concept was different from the usual situation, and he had another set of traditions that insisted on.

The seniority and rules are highly valued and the division is very clear.

But after the tea ceremony, that is, after the introductory ceremony, his attitude was not annoying, and he talked to him very kindly. At the end, he asked a third-level warrior and fifth-level sect to personally teach him the training methods of Yuemen martial arts.

There are wooden training equipment on the training ground, but no one uses it. Everyone present uses alloys, and the Iron Man who will fight back when attacked will practice reaction and strength.

"The eighth-level warrior should have started with wooden stakes, but you don't have to do anything else if you are the owner of the emperor's new clothes. The stakes made of stakes made of special alloys can withstand very strong blows despite all their strength. They are made of black widow spider silk mixed with dozens of metal materials, and are tens of times tougher than steel."

The man led him to the doll stake and began to teach him the boxing technique of Yuemen and internal skills.

Chen Yi secretly compared himself and found that it was very different from what his master taught him.

"This is the basic internal power of the Moon Sect. After practicing for two years, you can learn deeper Moon Skills."

He asked Chen Yi to try a punch with all his strength.

Chen Yi was lucky and raised his strength and punched him out.

While hitting the alloy doll's chest, the powerful force actually shocked his arm and felt a pain that he almost broke. Then, the doll's fist hit his abdomen like lightning.

He clearly saw this punch clearly, but his body was affected by the force of the attack at that time, and the attack had just started, so he could not react quickly.

This punch was like a huge hammer hitting.

My mind was blank for a moment. It was almost like the feeling of being attacked by Zhao Hua's qi.

Immediately afterwards, I felt something hit on my back, and then I was attacked and left it aside. Finally, I fell to the sand, rolling and rushing out a few meters, and finally stopped.

‘No wonder no one practiced with this thing…’ When he supported himself and got up, the first thought was in his mind.

I felt that I was not injured, but the impact force was too strong.

Only then did I realize that the doll was punched by the doll for more than ten meters and hit another doll and was punched again, and was bounced to the ground.

I couldn't help feeling embarrassed.

When he stood up, he found that everyone in the practice field was watching him.

The Mencha who taught him to practice was also surprised.

"Very good power. Have eight years of skill? Very good, the power index is at least 3.2."

Chen Yi could not have expected that the 1.1 power index increased so much compared to the 1.1 power index when she first entered the main sect, and she didn't care about the embarrassment just now. When she hurried back to continue practicing, she felt it was difficult to get started.

"Don't worry. The Emperor's New Clothes will protect you. If you learn martial arts, you must first learn to be beaten. For you, you can learn faster because of the Emperor's New Clothes. The doll will rebound to the extent of damage when it is attacked. The attack speed is as fast as you treat it. You have good skills and a foundation, but you can see that you have no practical experience at all."

"Ah, that's true." Chen Yi admitted frankly.

“Have you learned footwork?”

“Learn some.”

"Then use it. The footwork and attack martial arts are not used separately. Martial arts are not like pistols that operate step by step. Move! Keep moving as much as possible during attacks. Movement state can allow you to be recoiled as little as possible by attack force, increase the lethality of the attack to a greater extent, and make it more difficult for your opponent to counterattack accurately. Try again."

It was not as easy as I imagined. I used to practice dead stakes in martial arts museums in the past, but I didn’t think that the situation was completely different when facing doll stakes that would be attacked by attacks. The combination of footwork and attacks was very coordinated, but I still couldn’t avoid attacks that could clearly see clearly.

Of course, Chen Yi had long seen the counterattack rules of dolls. After all, it is a simple thing. There are many dead corners of counterattacks, and the rules can be followed. If you deliberately choose to attack in a dead corner, you can certainly avoid being knocked away by the dolls, but why do you need to practice that way? Practice is to improve yourself at the greatest difficulty level, rather than taking tricks to avoid injuries in the process.

At first, there were other members of the Yuemen Practice Field who saw him being knocked away by dolls again and again, but later there was no newness. He was knocked away so many times that it made people too lazy to count, so they all carried out their own intensive exercises, and were not interested in seeing his embarrassment.

Chen Yi was immersed in it and forgot about this. Every time she was knocked away, she would quickly stand up and run to the doll, constantly trying to better coordinate mobile attacks, so as to avoid the doll's counterattack. She had no idea how many times she had failed.

"Practice after supper."

"I'm not hungry yet, you go and eat first." Chen Yi answered without looking back, and at this time he really forgot about the feeling of hunger. He felt that the training in the martial arts museum over the past two years was completely different than that now. The cultivation at this moment was too attractive to immerse itself in it.

He didn't know how long it had passed. The Mencha, who taught him, spoke again.

"It's eight o'clock, you should have something else?"

"fine."

After Chen Yi answered, he continued to practice on his own.

It was not until he was knocked away again that he wanted to stand up. When he stood up, his legs suddenly fell to the sand without control, and he realized that his body was approaching his limit.

"So far today. Your physical strength has been severely overdrawn."

Chen Yi agreed and gasped. The more he rested, the more he felt the fatigue and soreness of his body surged. He could barely stand firm and walk around for a while.

When he followed the check out of the training ground, he found that many people were watching him.

He was also looking at those who were practicing. None of them had the Emperor's New Clothes, but they actually wrapped their fists and practiced against the steel. Each attack was obviously painful, but they endured it and continued to waving and block the attack of the steel doll's arm.

Looking at this scene, Chen Yi felt that she had come to the wrong place.
Chapter completed!