Ye Qingluo's voice was sonorous and powerful.
Every word, like a stone fell into their hearts, causing ripples in their hearts.
All the young faces became dignified at this moment.
All the immature bodies, at this moment, straightened their waists.
In their eyes, there is unwavering faith shining.
"From the moment you stand on the training ground, everything you do is to fight for yourself! Second, you are fighting for your brothers, fighting for your class!"
"If you don't even have the courage to fight, if you don't regain the dignity you lost, then you don't have the qualifications to stand on the training ground."
"Even if you stand here forcibly, you will not be able to become strong, and you will always be weak on the training ground!"
A shocking growl erupted from the mouths of the teenagers: "We are not weak! I want to be strong!"
"Very good! Those of you who want to be strong, do you know what to do next?" Ye Qingluo nodded in satisfaction, her cool voice was extremely majestic.
Simple words can easily shake people's hearts.
The eyes of these inspired teenagers are full of hope.
They clenched their fists, lined up one by one, and punched in the direction of Emperor Moxuan: "Master Mo Zun, you have offended me!"
Mo Zun smiled and took a step back to make room: "Come on."
The leading student rushed up excitedly.
At this time, besides the students, Ye Qing's voice like pearls falling into a plate came again: "During this time, you can use all your skills, use any method, even insidious tricks, as long as you can draw with Mr. Mo Zun , this training is over."
The leading student paused and turned his head: "That is to say... you can fight in groups?"
Ye Qingluo smiled like a flower, nodded: "That's right."
As soon as the words fell, the sixty or so students, almost swarming, rushed in the direction of Emperor Moxuan.
Qiao Jin leaned forward laughing at the side: "Qing Luo's move is too damaging. No matter how strong Mr. Mo Zun is, he can't beat the chariot battle and the fight of more than sixty students!"
Yan Xiaoyi breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, this time, we are not the ones who made the students gang up."
Several people deeply sympathized and nodded seriously.
Since they had Mo Zun and You Gui, they didn't need to worry much at all, they just needed to train with the students every day.
Even this dangerous thing of being bombarded and beaten was replaced by Mo Zun.
The excitement and excitement of these students gradually turned into frustration after they fell to the ground one by one.
More than 60 people surrounded and beat up.
In the end, they didn't even touch Master Mo Zun's clothes, and they were thrown to the ground.
Even if they fell to the ground, without Ye Qingluo yelling to stop, they had to endure the pain, stand up, and continue rushing towards Mr. Mo Zun's place.
These students didn't know how many times they repeated the action of standing up, falling, standing up, falling.
Ye Qingluo finally yelled to stop when they were covered in bruises and could no longer stand up.
She looked at the sweat-drenched students lying on the ground, and smiled appreciatively at the corner of her mouth: "Very good, you are great."
Indeed, great.
No matter how hard and tired you are, even if you fall to the ground, no one will cry out for being tired or suffering.
The students were slightly taken aback.
To get a compliment from Ye Qingluo, even though she was exhausted, she couldn't stop laughing.
A sound, the laughter of the young boys and girls, wafted over the entire training ground.
These laughter carry the hopes and dreams of all of them.