The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady Chapter 1948: Devil training (7)

The time has passed, and there is only the last day left for the game.

On this day, Shen Yanxiao did not let the students continue to learn new skills, but gave them a day off and let them adjust their status.

But the thoughts of Shen Yanxiao are not the thoughts of students.

After Shen Yanxiao left Martial Stage, they continued to stay there.

A group of teenagers carefully trained by Shen Yanxiao, after completing simple basic training, came to the side of the chair that Shen Yanxiao said before.

They all stared at the sandbags on the chairs.

"This is Yan Di's instructor's sandbag?" Xerox turned to look at the other companions. Shen Yanxiao only took the weight off today. They have always been curious about how heavy Shen Yanxiao's sandbag is.

Shen Yanxiao's sandbag looks one size smaller than the battlefield. They asked several times in the battlefield, and Shen Yanxiao smiled without answering.

Now they finally have a chance to witness.

"I'll give it a try." The battlefield took a step forward and reached up to pick up one of the sandbags.

When the sandbag starts, the battlefield's expression instantly becomes extremely gloomy.

"What's wrong?" The other teenagers looked curiously at the battlefield with strange expressions. They still had an awe-inspiring attitude towards Shen Yanxiao's things and did not dare to touch them easily.

Shan Ye put the sandbag back with twitching, and stretched his face and looked at his companion, "Take it yourself."

By the way, the battlefield turned his head and walked back, ran silently to the side, tied the sandbag he had unloaded to his limbs, and ran up in Martial Stage.

The strange response from the battlefield made other teenagers even more curious. They finally gathered courage and touched Shen Yanxiao's sandbag.

Almost at the same time, all the teenagers who touched the sandbags of Shen Yanxiao were dead faced, and then they turned silently and ran towards their sandbags, one by one in silence. Retied the sandbag, abandoned the plan to go back to rest, and continued to practice in acting Martial Stage.

Kyle rushed over after receiving the news of the opening of Martial Stage, and found that Shen Yanxiao already left, but in Martial Stage, all the students were still training hard.

This group of students are really terrible. They are still training?

Kyle frowned slightly. He didn't see the signs of Shen Yanxiao. He didn't want to interrupt the training of these teenagers. He could only go over by himself. Curious, he picked one up.

As soon as things started, Kyle's eyes appeared a little surprised.

"This thing ... isn't light." Kyle estimated that the little sandbag in his hand weighed at least fifty pounds, which was completely inconsistent with its volume.

He poked open with a dagger carefully, and pieces of fine iron sand slipped from the sandbag to the ground.

It's dark and black, without any impurities, and the whole bag is filled with heavy iron sand.

There are actually four sandbags like this. The weight of the four adds up to at least two hundred pounds.

Kyle vaguely remembers that when he visited Shen Yanxiao a few times ago, Shen Yanxiao had these four sandbags tied on his body.

"Guy, this little Nizi ... is a bit cruel." Even Kyle had to be taken aback by the weight of these bags of iron sand.

Two hundred pounds, even if he feels a little hard.