Chapter 1459 Poor fat man

In the team, the fat man looked excited and looked around, and said with a smug look at the people next to him: "Haha, have you seen it? That's my boss, how about it, it's awesome, it's amazing!"

The people next to him were looking at him with some envy at this moment. Obviously, they also knew the relationship between Fatty and Han Yang. Many people were whispering and discussing in a low voice.

But at this moment, Han Yang's eyes suddenly looked at the fat man, and he said, "You, come out!"

The fat man was stunned and saw a smirk on the corner of Han Yang's mouth. He had a bad premonition, but he walked out in a regular manner, walked to Han Yang, and whispered: "Boss, you won't want to be named an official, right? It's so interesting. I don't have high requirements. I'll be satisfied with giving me a team leader!"

Han Yang smiled and looked at him, then turned to look at the other people in the team below. At this moment, these people looked at Han Yang in discomfort.

Han Yang's face then darkened, a coldness flashed in his eyes, he looked at everyone, and said in a deep voice: "This team member, in the queue, looked around, whispered, without any rules. Captain Li, how should he deal with this situation?"

As soon as these words were said, the smile on the fat man's face suddenly condensed, and then he looked at Han Yang with a wry smile. Damn, he understood that the boss was going to kill the chicken to warn the monkey and destroy the relatives for justice!

Not only him, but also the members below also changed their faces at this moment. A gloating smile appeared on the faces of Long Yi, Ding Shuai and Shangguan Yu. Fatty, I deserve it. Who made you so proud before?

Li He and Long Ao, after hearing Han Yang's words, looked at each other, and a little speechless appeared in their eyes. Obviously, they understood Han Yang's intention, and Li He immediately shouted: "Captain Han, in the army, in this situation, one hundred push-ups should be punished, but this team member is a cultivator, and one hundred push-ups are not challenging for him!"

Han Yang frowned slightly, then said lightly: "Then do a thousand one-handed push-ups!"

As soon as these words were said, everyone was in an uproar and looked at Han Yang in shock. Even if a practitioner wanted to complete such a difficult push-up, not to mention a thousand!

The fat man's wry smile became even more intense, and he whispered to Han Yang: "Boss, I was wrong. You okay, okay, don't mess with me?"

Han Yang glanced at him, then pretended to be surprised and said, "What, you think one thousand is too few, okay, then two thousand are there!"

"..." The fat man's face was speechless.

And the members below closed their mouths at this moment, and didn't dare to let out a breath. They looked at Han Yang with the devil's eyes. Is this guy so cruel to his own people? Then they don't want to hit the gun!

"What are you doing when you stand there? Let's start!" Han Yang looked at the fat man and said, "Calendar everyone else!"

The fat man looked at Han Yang's expression at this moment, which was very complicated. Then, under the gaze of everyone, his fat body stood upside down with some difficulty and began to do one-handed push-ups with difficulty. Everyone below began to count him.

Two thousand one-handed push-ups, when they finished the fat man was sweating profusely and almost exhausted. His fat body fell directly to the ground with a bang. At this moment, he wanted to lie down forever and didn't want to get up.

Han Yang glanced at him and said, "Come on, send him down to rest!"

So, Ding Shuai and Long Yi and the others hurriedly ran out and helped the fat man down. At this moment, everyone's faces were a bit solemn, and they no longer dared to laugh at all. Obviously, at this moment, they all understood that Han Yang's establishment of the Demon-Slaying Legion was not a child's house or a joke. He was very serious.

Han Yang's eyes swept across everyone's faces one by one, and then he said lightly: "No rules can be achieved. I hope that every soldier in the Demon-Slaying Legion can demand himself with the highest standards. If we want to be an excellent team, we must require everyone in this team to be the best. So, you either work hard to become excellent or leave here!"

When everyone below heard this, their faces changed, and a look of thought appeared in their eyes.

Han Yang looked at Li He and said, "Continue training!"

Lee Hyuk said that, with a solemn expression on his face.

Han Yang thought about it and walked aside. Under the leadership of Li He, these people began to continue practicing. This kind of exercise cannot be said to be meaningless to them. At least, they can hone their temperament, exercise their ability to unite and cooperate, and enhance their sense of collectiveness.

Han Yang thought that when the team matured, he would pass on the combined attack technique of the Dragon and Tiger Hall of the Shenyang Sect to them, so that their combat effectiveness would be greatly improved.

When Han Yang went there, he found that the fat man was lying on the ground and retching. Obviously, he couldn't bear the previous two thousand push-ups.

Seeing him coming, Ding Shuai and Long Yi on the side looked at him without saying anything. The fat man also glanced at him and his face changed slightly.

Han Yang walked over, looked at the fat man a few times, then took out a second-level magic core, handed it to him, and said, "Refining it will be good for your cultivation!"

As he said that, he stuffed the second-level magic core into the fat man's hand, and then turned around and left.

The fat man looked at the second-level magic core in his hand, and a smile gradually appeared on his face. Finally, he couldn't help but smile, "It's better for the boss to treat me well!"

Long Yi and Ding Shuai beside him were both looking at the second-level magic core in his hand with their eyes radiating, with envious expression on his face. Long Yi even said, "The second-level magic core, the boss is really generous!"

"That's right, the first-level magic core I obtained before joining the legion has greatly increased my strength. If there is a second-level magic core, I don't know how much my cultivation can be improved!" Ding Shuai also said, "If I had known this, I would rather be taken out by the boss to kill the chicken to warn the monkey!"

The fat man looked proud at this moment. After carefully putting the second-level magic core in his face, he said to the two: "What's the use of regretting it? It's a pity that it's too late!"

Long Yi and Ding Shuai were very dissatisfied with his expression and glared at him.

But Han Yang called Long Ao, Su Zhenwei and Zhou Yuankui over and asked them: "League members, how are they reacting to those magic cores?"
Chapter completed!