The National Male God is Ruthless and Strong: Lord Qin, I Spoil You!

Yan Feng stood up weeping, with an aggrieved expression on his face, "Master Yun Kuo, let me just say, the Patriarch is so strong, why use us as trainers."

Yun Kuo has a distant outlook, he acts softly, and never uses violence to punish soldiers.

However, in the entire fleet, no one dared to provoke Yun Kuo.

Soldiers who made mistakes would rather be punished by the Patriarch than fall into Yun Kuo's hands.

His horror was palpable.

Yun Kuo's dark blue eyes were so calm that there was no wave, but it seemed like a wind tower before the storm. When he didn't speak, Yan Feng immediately restrained his expression, stood up straight with his chest and abdomen in, and didn't dare to speak nonsense.

"Yun Kuo, why are you scaring him." Young Master Yan stretched out his hand, hooked his fingers at him with a smile, "Come here."

Yan Feng looked at the warm and indifferent Yun Kuo, and then glanced at the smiling Patriarch, shuddering all over with fright.

Wow, I really want to cry.

One and two are smiling tigers, woo woo woo...

However, Yan Feng obediently chose Yan Tao.

After all, corporal punishment is better than endless punishment.

As a result, everyone saw that the tall man who was nearly 1.9 meters shrunk his shoulders and neck, and leaned over cautiously, just like a child who did something wrong, with a timid and guilty look.

That scene was downright hilarious.

As soon as he leaned over, Young Master Yan didn't hesitate, grabbed his ear, pulled his head over, and slapped him, "Tell me, why did you lose?"

Yan Feng: Woohoo, it hurts so much.

I knew I would choose Mr. Yun Kuo.

He quickly licked his face and flattered Young Master Yan, "The Patriarch's martial arts skills are world-class, how could I be your opponent..."

"Snapped!"

Another slap.

The young man who is close at hand has a handsome face, but in the eyes of Yan Feng at this moment, he is no different from a demon.

He recalled the fear of being controlled by the Patriarch in those years...

"Do you want to remake it again?" Yan Tao said with a smile, "I can give you a chance."

"No, no, no need!" Yan Feng said with a trembling heart, "Resources are so precious, how can people like me waste them? Patriarch, you should leave the opportunity to those who need it more."

"Really?" Yan Tao looked at him with a half-smile.

Yan Feng nodded resolutely.

The dog-legged light flickering on his body was clearly seen by everyone.

Yan Tao: "I'll give you another chance."

Yan Feng...can you take this opportunity back?

His brain was thinking quickly, "The spiritual power of the Patriarch is much higher than mine. Cross Slash is a melee skill that can cover a certain range. It's all for nothing."

Yan Tao nodded slightly: "It still makes sense."

"Really?" Yan Feng breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes lit up instantly, "Master, have I passed?"

"Snapped!"

Another slap.

Yan Tao's peach blossom eyes narrowed, "Because of your size, I haven't improved after all these years. Defense, did you see that I defended just now? Idiot! Did you forget who taught you the cross cut? I don’t know, use my skills to deal with me, can you be more stupid? Get out and face the wall! When will I tell you to come back, you can come back.”

"ah?"

Yan Feng wept and mourned: he was always punished to stand.

"Can you have some new moves?"

Yan Tao smiled: "It doesn't matter whether the moves are new or old, as long as they are easy to use."

After letting go of Yan Feng's ears, the young man turned his eyes to the silent Yan Rong, and the sensible Yan Rong immediately said, "I'll go with him to stand for punishment."