Ye Qiu sent several battalion commanders, and the group of people began to work hard to make rice.

Jun Wuhui sighed, "Senior brother is a natural talent for generals. In just fifteen days, the entire Shabao Camp has undergone earth-shaking changes. Jun is really impressed."

Fang Qingyin also looked at Ye Qiu in admiration and said, "Ye Qiu, you are really amazing. Our Tianyin City guards are not as powerful as them."

Ye Qiu smiled indifferently: "I do use the method of training troops, but more importantly, they have hope and aspirations, and the passion that bursts out when they die. This is the most powerful force. They are tempered in the death of death every day. It is unreasonable to be not strong."

Then Ye Qiu looked around and said meaningfully: "These are all treasures, but they were abandoned like worn-out shoes. The long-term fight against the attack made them all not afraid of pain, and their muscles and bones became tight and strong."

"I will use the method of nourishing medicinal food to cure their secret injuries and teach them the best body refining methods. Of course, my cultivation will improve by leaps and bounds."

"In less than a month, as long as you stay in Shabao Camp for more than half a year, you will build a foundation, master three to five kinds of martial arts, and have rich practical experience. The inner disciples are just a joke."

The more Jun Wuhui and Fang Qingyin listened, the more frightened they became, and a wave of coldness appeared on their bodies, not because Ye Qiu boasted, but because they had a premonition that this was very likely to be realized. They all saw the rapid growth of the Shabao Camp.

There are a thousand people in the entire Shabao Camp, and about four hundred people have been there for half a year. If you train them in one month, you will be... four hundred foundation-building disciples!

The two of them suddenly became dumbfounded.

Who in the entire four continents has the ability to cultivate 400 foundation-building foundations in just one month? Will the Mahayana period initiation and teaching disciples?

And once these sandbags are built, they have all seen these sandbags practice each other, and they are simply fighting hard, each one is not afraid of death, and their bodies are extremely strong.

Every now and then, they would go to the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain to hunt and fight with monsters. Anyway, Ye Qiu was skilled in medicine and was not afraid of being injured at all. Both of them were in a chill. According to their understanding, those inner disciples might be a nightmare when they encountered these sandbags.

Ye Qiu smiled and said, "Okay, stop thinking about these things. Junior Brother Jun, have you memorized all the ten Analects of Confucius that I asked you to memorize?"

The two of them suddenly became bitter.

Jun Wuhui said embarrassedly: "Senior Brother, this Analects of Confucius is too obscure, and it seems that the power of the law is erasing my memory. I am just memorizing three of them now."

Ye Qiu frowned slightly. The "Analects of Confucius" was not as simple as he imagined. When he taught Jun Wuhui, he found that there seemed to be a kind of power interfering in the dark. When he wrote it on paper, the paper would directly collapse into powder and could only be taught orally. As a result, Jun Wuhui, a genius who is known as the genius who never forgets everything, remembers it.

"keep it up."

Jun Wuhui nodded repeatedly.

Ye Qiu turned his head and looked at Fang Qingyin and said, "Qingyin, can the sword drawing technique I passed on to you be able to slash out the thirteen swords?"

Fang Qingyin's face turned red when she heard Ye Qiu's words, and she stuttered: "That...that...is still stuck in the tenth sword..."

Seeing Ye Qiu frowning, Fang Qingyin immediately pulled Ye Qiu's cuff and shook it and said coquettishly: "I'm working hard, and now many senior brothers and sisters are no longer my opponents."

Ye Qiu shook his head and said, "If you don't cut out the thirteen swords, the sword drawing technique is not a small achievement. There is no difference between ten swords and one sword. You have to have a snack. In a month and a half, it will be a big competition. If you want to get the first place, this level of cultivation is far from enough. Do you just want to be with a bunch of salted fish?"

Fang Qingyin flattened her mouth and said aggrievedly: "Okay, okay, I'm going to practice swordsmanship, don't forget to call her when eating."

Ye Qiu was so amused that this little girl was just a foodie. She had gained a lot of weight in the past half a month. Her little face, which was a little thin, had become round. She would not eat a big fat man who could become 200 pounds.

Ye Qiu looked at the audience and narrowed his eyes slightly. When these guys were trained, his plan could start.

However, Ye Qiu didn't expect that before he started to move, he had already taken the initiative to find the opportunity first.

...

Another half month later.

The entire Shabao Camp had just finished the morning exercises, and the gate of the Shabao Camp was also opened.

An arrogant voice shouted: "Where is Ye Qiu? Who is Ye Qiu? Let's choose this guy!"

A dozen inner disciples rushed in, and the leading inner disciple pointed directly at Ye Qiu's name on the place where the sign was hung.

All the sandbags stopped and looked at the door with bad eyes.

The deacons on duty at Shabao Camp all changed their faces. For this period of time, Fang Qingyin came here early in the morning and picked Ye Qiu's brand.

Over time, almost most of the disciples also knew about Ye Qiu and Fang Qingyin, and their ladies were thinking about their servants at that time.

Moreover, Fang Qingyin has good skills in his hands. On several occasions, people came to look for Ye Qiu, but they were beaten up by Fang Qingyin. Gradually, no one looked for Ye Qiu again. They were all happy to be idle. After all, Ye Qiu is not an ordinary sandbag.

To be honest, now they didn't even dare to approach the dormitory of Shabao Camp. There was someone patrolling the bat at night. This was already a regular army. Now they were trembling when they received the benefits, and they didn't dare not take them.

"Senior brother, you should look for another sandbag. This Ye Qiu is a bit inconvenient."

The deacon of Shabao Camp hurried forward and said.

"Inconvenient? What's inconvenient? The first time I heard someone who has a sandbag is inconvenient!"

The inner disciple sneered.

"No, this Ye Qiu is the royal sandbag of Senior Sister Fang in the inner sect. Senior Sister Fang has been in seclusion recently. Today I am late. If you guys find Ye Qiu, it is hard for us to explain to Senior Sister Fang. It is the Senior Sister Fang who builds the foundation in January and has excellent sword skills."

The deacon of Shabao Camp is not stupid either. You can’t talk nonsense about Shabao Camp. Then you can only take out Fang Qingyin to suppress others. Fang Qingyin made a huge reputation in the inner sect in this month.

But unexpectedly, these disciples did not buy it at all. The leading inner disciple said coldly: "Sister Fang in the inner sect? I only know that there are two senior sisters Fang, one of the world's senior sister Fang Xianyin, and one of the five true teachings. I'm sorry I don't know the other senior sisters!"

The inner disciple sneered and said, "Tell you the truth, what I came here today is Fengzhen Chuan Senior Sister Fang to come here to test this sandbag named Ye Qiu. If the test passes, Senior Sister Moyin will accept this person as his disciple. This is a great opportunity for him, so he can't call him quickly!"

The faces of several deacons in the sandbag camp changed drastically, is the true master?

This seems a bit not that simple!
Chapter completed!