It's okay, it's easy to overthrow the heroine's system

Before the morning of the second day, Zhang Ji arrived as expected. He took out a magic treasure from his arms and used illusion to test the results of everyone's training.

Seeing that everyone was able to quickly counterattack after the phantom appeared, and raised their left arm to defend when the phantom pounced on them, he nodded with satisfaction.

"good."

Then his gaze fell on Nan Xun again, with a hint of inexplicable meaning in his eyes.

"You've practiced well this time. Next time, don't let the fallen spirits attack your heart. Otherwise, you won't know how you'll lose your life next time."

Nan Xun nodded quickly and assured Zhang Ji again and again.

"Alright, alright, stop talking nonsense. The two guys just finished running. Let's meet in the middle of the training ground later."

Zhang Ji waved at him and ignored Nan Xun's playful smile.

When the Shen brothers finished running those fifty laps, they were completely soaked in sweat, with their hair sticking tightly to their foreheads, and they looked extremely disheveled.

"I'm so tired. The punishment that bastard came up with is too torturous."

Shen Chuan collapsed directly to the ground.

"Be careful what you say and do, for walls may have ears."

Shen Feng pulled him up again.

"You are the only one who is cautious."

Shen Chuan grumbled in dissatisfaction, but still stood up obediently.

Before the two of them could rest for long, they soon discovered that everyone on the training ground was rushing in the same direction and then gradually gathered together.

The bastard that Shen Chuan had just scolded was standing on the platform, looking serious and earnest.

"What are they going to do?"

Shen Chuan asked in confusion.

"I don't know, but if we don't want to be punished again, we probably have to go over and join them."

Shen Feng shook his head and walked towards the crowd as soon as he finished speaking.

"Oh Shen Feng, wait for me, my legs hurt so much..."

Shen Chuan hurriedly followed his steps, but because of the soreness in his legs, he seemed to stumble for a moment.

When the two men arrived beside the crowd, Zhang Ji's expression looked better. He looked around and his voice echoed in the training ground.

"I have inspected the training results of each sect today, and I am very dissatisfied with the results!"

His voice was full of energy and carried a strong sense of oppression. No one from the sects below dared to speak out in rebuttal.

"I asked you to train your methods of attacking the fallen spirits, but why is it that every sect presents a bunch of wooden men waiting to be beaten?"

"Will a fallen spirit stand in front of you and let you attack? If you charge forward with your eyes closed, you won't even know how you died! If a fallen spirit attacks from behind, you're all doomed!"

There was anger hidden in his voice. He had clearly told each sect's training officers about this before the training. They had readily agreed at the time, but they had not expected this to be the result.

After hearing Zhang Ji's words, all the training officers looked ashamed. It was not that they did not want to teach well, but these disciples were too proud!

Those disciples were indeed extremely talented, and after being taught an attack technique once, they could replicate it completely, but replicating did not mean learning it.

Without the ability to improvise and react, they can only blindly use these attack techniques to launch useless attacks.

They did not consider at all whether the enemy would change direction or attack angle, not to mention the extremely outrageous sensing ability of the Fallen Spirit.

But when the trainers wanted to give instructions, these disciples acted superior and self-centered. No matter what they said, they would just nod and say they understood...

"General Zhang, these things need to be done step by step. Yesterday was just one day of training. It was so rushed that it's not surprising that some disciples can't use it skillfully."

Finally, someone in the crowd expressed his opinion, and Zhang Ji's emotions, which had originally calmed down, were instantly ignited by this person's words.

"Who was talking just now? If you have any opinions, come up and tell me!" Zhang Ji pointed to the seat next to him with a grim expression.

The man was not afraid and walked out of the crowd directly. Everyone made way for him.

He walked all the way to the high platform, wearing a white robe and with a face as cold as ice. Jiang Jingmo recognized him instantly.

Ye Qingnan.

"Which sect?"

Zhang Ji was so angry that he laughed and couldn't help but ask.

"I am Ye Qingnan, a disciple of Lingyun Sect."

He was very polite, but his actions only made Zhang Ji even angrier.

"Okay, okay, Lingyun Sect, right? I wonder if you have a problem with me, or if your entire sect has a problem with me?"

"I and Lingyun Sect have no objection to the general, but we have our own views on this training method."

Ye Qingnan frowned and looked at Zhang Ji in front of him. He felt that this General Zhang, who had made great contributions in Jingling Fortress, was a little unreasonable.

"Oh? Tell me what you think?"

"I think we shouldn't be so hasty about training. We have only been training for one day and we can't tell whether the results are good or bad. If the general is so eager to achieve results, it will only make everyone angry."

Ye Qingnan said slowly, and there were a few voices of agreement from the crowd.

Shen Chuan immediately became alert when he heard that. He tugged at Shen Feng's clothes, with surprise evident in his eyes.

"It turns out that not all of their disciples are hardworking, especially the one above. He talks nicely, but he still wants to be lazy. Father said that this perfume is most suitable for people with weak wills. How about..."

Shen Feng nodded, and had silently memorized the looks of those who agreed. He planned to defeat them one by one, especially Ye Qingnan on the high platform, who was firmly remembered by him.

This person really helped them a lot. Regardless of whether these people were the disciples who were not proficient in the attack method as Ye Qingnan said, his words had already shaken the minds of most of them.

Those people will involuntarily think, yes, it’s only one day, how can it be a mistake if there is no result? It always takes a process...

This made the hearts of the people in the audience begin to waver, and this also made the Sanman perfume take effect faster.

"Oh, fart!"

Zhang Ji's face finally turned gloomy, and the pressure from the Holy Spirit Realm on him was completely released, making Ye Qingnan almost unable to breathe.

"If I don't check your results today, do I have to wait until you've wasted several days before checking them? By then, what have you learned? Are you going to go to the battlefield to feed the fallen spirits?"

"Seven days of training, seven days of training. The higher-ups only give me seven fucking days to proceed step by step. Give me some time. It's easy for you to talk without any pain in your waist. Wait until the Fallen Spirits divide up the Xuantian Divine Realm, and then you can proceed step by step!"

Ye Qingnan finally couldn't stand it under his pressure and spat out a mouthful of blood.