Iron Blood Journey

Karl said: "Forget it, since you have already opened your fighting spirit, I will now teach you some methods of practicing fighting spirit. Remember, fighting spirit is the strongest weapon of a soldier, and you must practice it all the time. I will teach you the methods of practicing fighting spirit in the army."

After hearing what Karl said, Meng Fan curled his lips and said, "The cultivation methods in the army are just mainland products. Alas, can't you, a lieutenant, teach me something more advanced?"

"You're so greedy! Why don't you want to learn? I'm leaving then." Carl said as he turned around and was about to leave.

Meng Fan quickly grabbed the corner of Karl's clothes and begged, "Learn, learn, learn, don't be so angry, anger is harmful to your health." "Then listen carefully and I will tell you again." Karl told Meng Fan the practice method and then explained the basic knowledge of the meridians and acupoints in the human body.

It was an ordinary technique, but some of the experience was gained by Carl through years of practice, which was more valuable than the technique. By the time Carl finished teaching, it was already daybreak.

"That's all for today. I'll test you again tonight." Carl said as the sky got brighter. At this time, Meng Fan was still completely immersed in the novelty of fighting spirit.

Karl opened a new door for Meng Fan. Feeling the flow of fighting spirit in his body, Meng Fan was delighted. "The fighting spirit in this world feels like internal strength. It's a pity that I didn't write down his martial arts when I read Mr. Jin's novels before. Otherwise, I could have practiced the Nine Yin Manual and conquered the world." Meng Fan began to fantasize. "But

This fighting spirit is really amazing. I can feel a little bit more energy every time it circulates in the meridians as Karl said. Where does all this energy come from? Although Meng Fan didn't sleep all night, he was very excited. He kept circulating his fighting spirit while sitting on the horse during the day. At night, Karl came as promised. At this time, Meng Fan was still immersed in practice. Seeing Meng Fan practicing hard, Karl was very pleased.

, thinking to himself: "This boy has a good character and practices diligently. It would be a good idea to accept him as a disciple. Besides, I will need some help with the things I will do in the future."

While Karl was deep in thought, Meng Fan had already woken up from his practice. Seeing Karl, he hurriedly said, "Master, you are here. Come and see the results of your disciple's practice. I feel that my practice has improved rapidly today."

Hearing Meng Fan's words, Karl shook his head helplessly and said, "Don't yell, who is your master?"

Meng Fan said shamelessly: "Whoever teaches me kung fu is my master. It doesn't matter whether you recognize him or not. I recognize him anyway." Karl just snorted coldly and said: "Hmph, I won't talk nonsense with you. I'm here to see how much you have improved." Karl pressed Meng Fan's head, and the fighting spirit on his hand gradually lit up and slowly injected the fighting spirit into Meng Fan's body. As Karl injected the fighting spirit, the fighting spirit in Meng Fan's body was immediately stimulated, which surprised Karl a lot. Originally thought that Meng Fan was bragging, but the fact was that as Meng Fan said, his fighting spirit had improved a lot in just one day.

This discovery made Carl stare at Meng Fan with wide eyes. Carl's abnormal behavior made Meng Fan panic, wondering if he had practiced wrong. However, he clearly felt that the airflow was a little thicker yesterday.

This is not because Meng Fan is talented, this is also due to the golden finger. As mentioned earlier, Meng Fan can use Arnold to absorb soul energy. This soul energy is extremely pure and can be transformed into any kind of energy in the world. This energy is activated.

Meng Fan's Dou Qi was not used up after the gate, and it still remained in Meng Fan's body. At this moment, Meng Fan practiced Dou Qi and absorbed all the remaining energy, so he improved every day. Karl shook his head and coughed awkwardly and said, "Well, not bad, keep working hard, I'm optimistic about you. Keep going, keep going, well, I have something to do, I'll leave first." Karl was fine, but he was stimulated by Meng Fan.

He wanted to practice fighting spirit because he was afraid of being surpassed by Meng Fan.

Meng Fan was a little confused as he watched Carl leave, but he didn't care and continued to practice. After many days of traveling, Meng Fan followed the team to a city. This city was much more prosperous than Berminsa. This was Versailles, the second largest city in the Principality of Koroshen, and was known as the granary of the principality. The buildings here were magnificent and luxurious.

It is a typical representative of high-end, grand and classy. Meng Fan and his companions were not on the main road of the city, but the road was still full of bustling people. Meng Fan and his companions attracted many people to come and watch, and many people came out of their homes to join in the fun. Some people were pointing and talking. Some said this one was strong, some said that that one looked fierce, and some said this one looked

Meng Fan listened carefully for a while and found that these people were actually evaluating them and giving them scores. Meng Fan's tall stature actually added a lot of points, and he actually got eight points. However, Meng Fan felt something was wrong after listening for a while. He heard: "This guy is quite strong, he should be able to survive." "That one is not good, he is too short, he can't withstand the beating, and he will die if he goes up." "This one is good, not bad, he has a sense of momentum

, I dare say this guy can become a bronze gladiator. " Hearing this person mention the gladiator, Meng Fan understood, it turned out that this group of people were judging them as gladiators. These gossips made Meng Fan feel a little uneasy, not knowing what kind of city he had come to. Seeing these guys who were judging him, Meng Fan felt that he might have stepped into a tiger's den, and there were unknown dangers waiting ahead.

He. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Meng Fan and his companions were taken to a camp in the east of the city. The camp was very dilapidated and looked like a slum. However, even slums have high-level and low-level categories. Hill followed Jonah and the others.

The guards lived in a villa next to the camp.

This huge difference naturally made Meng Fan dissatisfied. Seeing Jonah and his group walk into the villa, Meng Fan clenched his fists tightly and said to himself: "One day, I will no longer be a subordinate." Meng Fan and his group of prisoners were divided into four groups, each with about fifty people. Meng Fan's group was taken to a basement. As soon as he entered here, Meng Fan first saw four bright torches, which illuminated the dark room. Under the torches stood ten big men holding whips. These big men were different from the guards who had been escorting them all the way. These people were naked with only a pair of leather pants on their upper bodies, holding a whip full of thorns in their hands. If they were whipped, they would be

The skin was torn and the flesh was exposed. These ten men were the guards here. Although they were few in number, they were all strong enough as high-level swordsmen. Prisoners were driven in one after another. The ten big men came forward with whips in hand. Without saying anything, they whipped the prisoners. In an instant, dozens of prisoners were whipped and a piece of flesh was torn off their bodies. The blood was so cruel. Seeing that the situation was not good, Meng Fan secretly shrank back and did not suffer any physical pain. He was secretly glad in his heart. However, at this time, someone grabbed the whip. Meng Fan took a look and saw a big man with a beard.

He held the whip tightly in one hand. Meng Fan saw this man and found that he was quite heroic. He was a head shorter than Meng Fan, and his ragged military uniform could not hide his bulging muscles. His beard looked a little messy, but his wide-open eyes exuded a fascinating

At this moment, the bearded man was holding a whip in one hand and protecting a pale-faced soldier with the other. It turned out that the man next to the bearded man was ill. The bearded man saw that the whip was about to fall on him, so he stepped forward.

He grabbed the whip. This bearded man is indeed heroic. You can see that the hand holding the whip is bleeding. It turns out that his palm has been pierced by the barbs on the whip, but he is holding the whip tighter. It's a long story, but it only takes a few seconds. When the guard saw that someone dared to grab the whip with bare hands, a sinister smile appeared on his face. He shook his wrist and the whip came out with a "swish", and a piece of flesh and blood was immediately pulled out of the bearded man's hand. This was not over yet. The guard shook the whip back and whipped it again, hitting the bearded man's body, taking away another piece of flesh and blood. However, the guard was relentless and whipped him again. This time, this group of prisoners of war

He was immediately furious and was about to help, but the remaining nine guards whipped him. The nine men used the whips so tightly that they could not get close to him. They were beaten without any ability to fight back. Meng Fan saw that the bearded man was beaten several times, his body was covered in blood, but he still tightly protected the sick soldier. This scene actually made Meng Fan's blood boil. Although he had nothing to do with these people, the behavior of the bearded man made Meng Fan

Fan was extremely impressed, and without thinking too much, he rushed forward and stood in front of the bearded man. The guards sneered while whipping him, as if they were enjoying the beating. Dozens of prisoners were beaten to a bloody mess, but no one howled or groaned. The only sounds in the cell were the whip and the inhuman laughter. Perhaps because they felt that the prisoners had no reaction to the beating, the guards put away their whips. One guard shouted, "Get up, all of you bastards, get the hell in."

The guard raised his arm and pointed at the iron door behind him. Dozens of prisoners supported each other and walked into the iron door. There were dozens of small rooms behind the iron door. Each room had one or two tattered straw mats. These small rooms had no door locks and people could enter and exit at will. Meng Fan looked at the tattered mat under his feet with disgust in his heart. The stench coming from it made Meng Fan even more nauseous. He is so used to enjoying the good life that he cannot bear the offense. He must understand his fate. He is at the mercy of others. Sighing helplessly, Meng Fan pinched his nose and lay down.

Come, I lay down and suddenly felt a pain. It turned out that the injury on my body was pressed down. I slowly adjusted my posture and lay down for a while.

Just when Meng Fan wanted to close his eyes and take a nap, he suddenly felt someone standing beside him. He looked up and saw the bearded man standing beside him. Meng Fan sat up and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

The man looked at Meng Fan for a long time before saying, "Brother, for what happened today, I, Darf, owe you a favor. If you need me in the future, feel free to use me." Meng Fan stood up and laughed, "You are such a weird person. Today, I was itching for a beating, so why should I let you owe me a favor? Hey, don't be so self-indulgent." Meng Fan stretched, "I feel much more comfortable now."

Then he lay down again.

Darf was confused by Meng Fan's words at first, but then he laughed and said, "Haha, brother, next time you find someone to tickle your itch, take me with you." Then he turned and left. Seeing Darf leave, Meng Fan sat up and groaned. It turned out that the previous trip had caused several whip wounds to flare up at the same time. He was really suffering for his dignity.