Lin Xiaotian is back.

For three days, Lin Xiaotian still stared at the group of soldiers in training every day.

It was still lying on his boss' chair, drinking drinks and reading novels every day, which was so comfortable.

But this time, Tang Rou was not saying anything, nor was anyone saying anything.

Because Lin Xiaotian was wearing bandages all over the past three days.

They were moved by injuries and they were too late to train.

The third day is noon.

Tang Rou also moved a stool and sat next to Lin Xiaotian.

Looking at the warrior who kept gritting his teeth in front of him, he whispered: "Some time ago, we had a free fighting training with the Flying Leopard Special Team three hundred miles away on the left."

"What's the result?"

"If I lost, those training teams were led by the Zheng family in Jiuzhou. The Zheng family is a martial arts family. Our family is a Tong family, but it is just an ordinary military family. Apart from teaching some ordinary punches and kicks, I can't hand over anything else.

Although you have been here for almost a month, one month is not enough.”

"Are they not yet reached the middle stage of internal strength?"

"It's here, but it's not enough." Tang Rou said in a low voice.

"It's very unhappy. Anyway, it's just that General Tong is very embarrassed."

Tang Rou lowered her eyelids and said in a very uncomfortable manner: "When they came back, they started training hard, and they didn't have much rest these days."
Chapter completed!