The legendary defense class came so suddenly, like a tornado.

Moreover, it was far from how MoYan imagined "women's self-defense" to carry on.

It was sunny, and she was at the playground in her unique sweatshirt, as it was still early, the delicate purifier ladies yawned and whined, and a group of colorful warblers whispered, sheltering from the slightly hot sun in the shade.

MoYan stood on high ground as she gazed at the physically tall soldiers who hauled a pile of martial art equipment out of the truck, grunted, and worked tirelessly to carry it to the gymnasium, their muscles glistening faintly with sweat from the sun.

Just ......

"You guys got it all wrong, didn't you?" MoYan couldnot help use to call a soldier who came up to her, carrying not some gym equipment but sandbags, the giant kind, on his shoulders.

Not far away others were carrying - swords, guns, sticks, axes, hooks and forks, boxing gloves, bows and arrows, darts.

"Are these really for us to prepare for defense classes?"

MoYan is very suspicious. The parliament is probably needing to get to train female agents of SHIELD.

The soldier's dark face was flushed and he stumbled to answer her. "Master, yes, this is what the Marshal ordered." After explaining that, he ran away.

Marshal — MoYan stroked his chin and chewed on these the words.

How many marshals are back in Oviwe Asia?

"What's all that? It's scary, I don't want to use it." In the sunlight, a purifier girl bit her lip.

"I talked to grandpa last night, the new teacher whon't gives us a hard time." Another young girl who looked just like she came from a powerful background said, and she was soon besieged by people.

"Hey, do you know who's coming to class?"

"I heard it's a colonel ......"

"Can I go get a leave of absence. The sun is so funny."

Amidst the noise and delicate chatter, MoYan watched from afar as the martial art equipment was produced in and the gym doors opened, with no intention of anyone coming to invite them in.

After a second, however, MoYan snapped back to attention. She suddenly saw that the soldiers who had been wearing the stuff were not moving at any time, they were in two rows, maintaining a standard military posture, as if they were on parade.

The only sound in the empty playground was the chattering of adolescent girls. MoYan was wondering when the branches of the tree above their head shook violently. And then the leaves fell like rain, and the crowd shrieked and was drenched with leaves.

"Yikes!"

"There are bugs!"

"Who is it!"

The girls screamed, all of them pale, and they kept jumping to their feet, slapping their hair and clothes as they described the mess.

The soldiers were not staying far away with their arms folded, holding back their expressions. Their sinister faces smiling at the girls.

MoYan was also shaking her hair so hard that she always managed to flip the leaves out of her neck and wonder how they fell in.

"If there was an ambush in the tree just now, you would have all died in battle." A cold voice sounded abruptly.

MoYan is pinching his collar to shake of the small leaves.She couldnot help but looking up at the speaker.

Not far away, Jing Yi came out of the gymnasium, wearing a well-cut, pitch-black military uniform with snowy epaulettes that reflected a metallic sheen in the sunlight. The man is tall and handsome, with long silver hair scattered behind him, obviously the same uniform, but his temperament is completely different from other soldiers, just standing as if a cold sword out of the sheath, so people can focus their eyes on him at a glance.

Jing Yi's gaze swept over this group of wretched maidens, and being stared at by his icy stare, all of them did not speak, like chicken cubs who saw the eagle, their temper was extinguished at once.

"Proceeding from today, I will be under the responsibility of the armed defense class for all purification masters. It will last for two months, and you must receive an A grade from me at the end of it. No leave of absence will be allowed without extraordinary circumstances. I will not hold you all to the standards of soldiers, and please do not treat people with your own standards."

Jing Yi said indifferently, his face always expressionless as he spoke, his ice blue eyes bringing an invisible cold pressure.

"During class time, I am not the head of the army, and you are not the purification division, we are just teachers and students, don't presume to use the status of elders in your family to convince me." He paused, his voice striking like gold and stone, "You may not use what I teach for a long time, but I hope it is the day when you don't need it."

Most of the young girls did not respond much, they were dumbfounded by this rain of leaves, only MoYan stood at the front of the line, thinking about what JingYi said.

"Marshal, is the A-grade evaluation for those weapons inside?" Two months to learn about these weapons, she felt impossible.

Jing Yi seemed quite surprised that she would take the initiative to speak, the two looked at each other for a while through the hovering shadows of the trees, Mo Yan could not see any emotion from his deep and steady eyes,after a few seconds,, he first averted her gaze.

"Those are too early for you guys, start by laying a good foundation first." Jing Yi said coldly, "Prepare to start warming up for running."

All the pampered and well-clothed Purification Division girls would not have believed that just because of a pigeon intruding in the middle of the night, they would have to regain the physical exercise they had lost for an indefinite period of time - the 800 meters.

Sweat blurred their eyes, their hair was disheveled, their makeup was a ghost, and they had ever been had in such a mess.

MoYan's breath was slightly disordered, she kept an even pace at the front of the group, the girls at the back were scattered, the slowest was already half a lap behind. Compared to her, the others were in no better shape and were barely able to keep track.

MoYan ran through the bend of the playground and saw JingYi standing motionless, his left hand holding the hilt of his sword with white gloves, his right hand hanging naturally, his body straight like a glacier, MoYan couldn't help but quietly look at him twice, when the calm blue eyes turned to stare at her, MoYan hurriedly accelerated to run away.

At the end of the 800-meter run, half of the girls fell to the ground without any image, MoYan was the only one who still had the ability to move, and she was busy handing out water and towels to serve this group of national treasures.

"Are you okay?" MoYan fanned her hand and watched Nanmu's little face turn red and lean on her shoulder, dying.

"My Lord, leaves me alone. Go quickly. I'm hopeless. You are quick to escape... "Nanmu struggled.

MoYan shook his head.

And Jing Yi did not let them have what they wanted. His cold voice came along the wind: "All get up and walk around the playground."

"You... you..." Lydia stretched one finger to glare at him. Unable to complete her sentence.

Yesterday, the maidens were marveling at the general's handsomeness; today. Everyone didnot want to see him.

Purifiers trudged on, several having difficulty even making a move, their hair disheveled and covered in sweat. There were a lot of male teachers from the academy just standing around at a distance. Showing worried and disapproving eyes at this point.

"This general, the ladies usually exercise less, the first day of class you can't be so strict, what if something happens?" A juvenile male lecturer said defiantly.

Jing Yi lowered his eyes and glanced at the frail youth in front of him, his face expressionless: "Strict?"

He pointed to the two rows of soldiers behind him who had been standing in military posture on standby: "They run 10,000 meters with 20 kilograms of weight daily, arm strength training 500 times, two hours of exposure to weight in the hot sun, three hours of martial arts training and free combat, and continue to run 10,000 meters at night, do you think it's strict?"

The skinny youth couldn't help but take a half step back, and his lips settled in saying no more.

Iron Blood Legion, the name is true ......

Jing Yi turned his head and faced this one wretchedly poised Purifier girl: "War has no merit, except for its end."

"War is also cruel, to survive the devil, you can only turn yourself into a devil as well."

......

The young girls walked along the playground for about a circle and a half, during which no one dared to say another word of dissuasion, who were afraid of the youngest ever head of the three armies, not only because of his family history, but also because of the man's terrifying strength.

Jing Yi walked towards the soldiers.

"Wait a minute!"

His footsteps stopped as he felt a silhouette catching the wind rapidly approaching him.

"Marshal, she's about to get heatstroke, can we take a break?" MoYan opened her arms to stop him, like a fledgling bird trying to stretch its wings.

Behind her, Lydia stood by the roadside holding the pale Nanmu. JingYi walked over and quickly checked the young girl's condition. Beckoning the soldiers to carry her to the infirmary.

"All hands rest."

He lowered his eyes, his gaze skimming over MoYan's cheeks, flushed from the exercise, and lingering for a second on the sweat on the tip of her nose, his long, slender silver eyelashes fluttering as he looked away.

"The physique is too weak." Dropping this sentence, the man turned and left.

MoYan stood in the same place. Watching JingYi's back disappear before her eyes.

That sentence just now was not a question of her, right?

Because this class made up for most of the month's exercise, all the Purification Division girls complained and became half crippled.

When school was done, MoYan found that there were numerous people from prominent families who were ready to go and tell their elders to their faces.

However, ...... she always felt that the marshal did not carry the fear.

"My lord, excuse me, I'll go first." Nanmu came out of the infirmary, her petite face still pales, she asked for two days' leave from school.

MoYan patted her shoulder: "It's okay, go home and rest well."

The little girl nodded, looked back at her again, and walked slowly towards a strong man at the school gate. That is the fiance of Nanmu, from a petty officer family in Area 2. It appears that the blood source is the Northeast Tiger, and he is very strong and tall.

MoYan looked at the height difference of nearly seventy centimeters between the two men, and the other man's muscular arms, thicker than even Nanmei's thighs, and fell into a deep thought.

What would happen if a rabbit and a tiger got married?

She pondered, while walking outside the school. It marked the end of the school day, and many young sons and daughters in luxury cars and robed lecturers were hovering at the entrance.

The two girls beside her whispered something, MoYan looked in the direction and found JingYi.

He was checking for access thanks to the intruder drone that had been spotted on the campus. He was talking to a subordinate soldier guarding the gate, and he was wearing an extra martial cap, suppressing his eye-catching white and silver hair color, and a wide pitch-black cloak behind him, making his posture straight and slender.

MoYan's impression of JingYi is still stuck in District 9 when he led numerous very scary fighter planes to rescue her, not much to say, but also not a nice feeling to get along with.

Through this lesson together, this guess was done by her. Indeed not pleasant to arrive along with.

The school entrance was crowded, and just then, an elderly sweeper in a blue work uniform walked past the entrance with his back hunched, but was struck by a strong and powerful betrothed, and collapsed lopsidedly in the direction of Jing Yi.

That was the old man in charge of sanitation and cleaning in the college, all of them were selected and assigned by the House, and most of these old people are disabled, deaf, poor, non-threatening herbivore genetic bloodline, which is a major focus of the government's charity work every year.

But the problem is that she has just learned the indifference of this marshal, but all the powerful sons and daughters of the central origin do not look up to the poor, MoYan look at JingYi waist at all times the sword, the heart of a shock.

The next moment, originally considered to avoid the Jing Yi actually did not move, stretched out his arm, let the old man hit his body.

"Walk more carefully." He lowered his eyes and stood with both hands to support the thin elderly man. His expression did do not change, as if the words were: double the training.

All this happened in just two seconds, and when MoYan came back to his senses, he went back to his ashen face, talking sideways to the soldier beside him, as if nothing had happened at all.

In the crowd of people coming and going, the hunched old man whispered his thanks, carrying his broom through the A B C D, like a humble drop of water merging into the river and the sea, no one would give it a second glance.

MoYan blinked. Really are.

She was amazed at her heart. She believed she would be very arrogant, especially for a man like Jing Yi who made his heart out of ice and made meat out of snow.

I did not expect this person to be completely different from what she expected. It appears that as long as you will not disobey him in the future, the head of three armies is not a completely insensitive person.

MoYan inexplicably felt in a somewhat better mood.

Nonetheless, the next day, the class teacher sent her a separate class notice through the terminal.

[Dear master, through the council agreed, today will be specially by the army chief to your individual intensive teaching, if you have any questions also contact me ~]

MoYan: What?