During this day and night, two thousand figures appeared one after another. Which one do you not dislike?
The one you go to is gentle, and the one you get close to is also gentle. This one is unmistakable, and that one must be it!
In your perception, everyone is gentle, but is it possible?!
"Brother, let's go back right now." Mo Yuanqing was careful.
"No!"
"I must see how many people of this Juntianshou gold medal killer participate in a training camp!"
Mo Yuantu said harshly: "Are there ten thousand people? If there are ten thousand, then I only need to kill ten thousand gold medal killers. There must be gentleness among them! That must be the case!"
crazy!
This is absolutely crazy!
Not only Mo Yuanqing, but also the masters from the Supreme Mountain who came next to him also thought so.
Kill 10,000 gold medal killers?!
To be honest, even if you, Mo Yuantu, were a heaven-level cultivator, you would still be unable to do it and would never be able to do it.
What's more, more than half of these people who have gone through the training will be upgraded to become jade killers after coming out of the training!
And that tenderness is among the best among the gold medal killers, and must be the first group of people to be promoted to the Jade Medal!
In other words, no matter how hard you kill the gold medal killer, even if you kill him to death, there will be no tenderness in the person you kill!
It's like letting the main culprit go and killing a lot of innocent people...
This is no longer blinding oneself, but simply insane. He can't even understand such a simple truth!
If this isn’t crazy, what is it?
…
Feng Yin had no idea that he had just slipped under Mo Yuantu's nose.
What's more, I don't know if it is really possible for him to be killed by Mo Yuantu in one hit!
Even though Feng Yin's cultivation level has made many breakthroughs, he is still not at the human level, and there is absolutely no way he can take Mo Yuantu's full blow, a real brush with death!
No matter how Mo Yuantu or Zhizun Mountain is held accountable in the future, or even falls and is destroyed as a result, what significance does it have to a dead person?
The movement speed reached its peak, and the meteor seemed to be approaching the thick fog. Without any hesitation, it dived into it.
As soon as he entered the thick fog, Feng Yin immediately took out the Juntianjian from his arms. Under the influence of his luck, the golden light suddenly shone.
Under the tug of golden light, they naturally saw a golden portal looming in front of them.
At the other end, there is a small notch, which is exactly the shape of Juntianjian.
Feng Yin put the Juntianjian inside, and with a soft click, it was swallowed whole.
Immediately, four words slowly appeared on the golden gate - "One Hand in the World!"
Below, there is a pure white space.
Feng Yin slashed with the knife, and blood gushed out from his index finger. He used the blood as ink to write four words in the blank space: "A powerful hand to the sky!"
Immediately above the golden gate, his resume appeared, such as rank, gold medal, code name, gentleness, sequence, six six sixty six.
After a while, the golden door opened, and Feng Yin strode in.
As far as he could see, he saw a sign floating in the air, shining with golden light. It was his own Juntianjian.
Feng Yin grabbed it and stuffed it into his arms.
Ahead, we see a thick fog, and we can't see our fingers. The wind seals use our eyesight, and we can vaguely see a passage stretching into the distance.
Feng Yin did not hesitate and ran forward along this road.
And as he entered...
Dozens more black shadows entered the thick fog, but they had no contact with each other, and no information about other people was seen.
Everyone comes in, no matter which direction they come from, there will be a golden gate in front of them.
Only by relying on the bloodline password can they enter Wutong Mountain.
…
Outside, in the canyon.
Mo Yuantu was still watching.
The eleventh day has already reached early morning.
"It's been two days, and at least 7,000 people have entered."
Mo Yuanqing asked: "Brother, do you still have to wait?"
He was secretly shocked. Unexpectedly, there were so many gold medal killers participating in the training?
You must know that this gold medal training has a total of five days of registration, and now there are only two days left, and more than 7,000 people have already entered. Even if the participants are eager to enter, and the number of followers is gradually decreasing, how many participants should be there in the end?
The number seven thousand is only limited to the direction that I and others can see, and the number of heads on the other two sides is not included.
By the end of the five days, how many total participants will there be?!
The strength of Jun Tianshou is so huge!
"wait!"
Mo Yuantu said harshly: "I want to see how many gold medal killers can get in! I don't believe that there will be so many gold medal killers in Juntian's hands. There must be some fishers in troubled waters among them!"
So...a few days passed in a flash.
Not only Mo Yuanqing, but also the crazy Mo Yuantu was stunned.
Because just from the direction of the mountain pass they saw, a total of more than 23,000 people entered in the past few days.
If other directions are added, even the most conservative estimate would have to exceed 60,000 people!
"More than 60,000 gold medal killers have received training! There are also those who come from famous families and don't have to come to participate in the training..."
Mo Yuantu stared: "What the hell... is there any other profession in the world?! Is Dunima going to be a killer?"
"..."
Mo Yuanqing also looked dull now.
Training is provided once every two years, with a minimum of RMB 60,000.
So until now, how many high-level assassins are there in Juntianshou?
This number alone is enough to make people despair!
What kind of existence is this Juntian Shou, and what kind of organization is it?
"Let's go back to Yuezhou."
When Mo Yuantu said this, he seemed to be lifeless, as if the sun was declining.
Witnessing the amazing strength displayed by Jun Tianshou with his own eyes, Mo Yuantu completely eliminated the ridiculous idea of "killing all the gold medal killers in this session".
And this is just the tip of the iceberg of Jun Tianshou's true strength, or it may not even be the tip of the iceberg.
After all, this is just the manpower for a training camp, which is held every two years. There are latecomers below the gold medal killers, and there are also advanced jade-colored jade medals above them!
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Mo Yuanqing and others were equally astonished by the powerful potential of Juntian Shou, but they also felt a lot of dissatisfaction in their hearts: So why are we making this trip? Just to visit?
Everyone came to intercept and kill Wen Wen, but in the end they didn’t take any action along the way and it was just a real trip.
The only gain is to increase the prestige of others and extinguish one's own energy. If you do well, you will completely destroy the courage to go against Jun Tian!
This is really...speechless.
The Zhizun Mountain group walked back dejected and lost their souls, so I won’t say any more!
On the other side, Feng Yin, who was still in the thick fog, was walking more energetically and lightly.
The seemingly endless blurry road ahead is always unclear, but it does not affect the progress. The occasional unevenness is just a slight consideration of one's own Qinggong skills, and there is no difficulty at all.
Compared with other participants, Feng Yin had one more advantage. Even though he couldn't see his fingers, he could still feel the tall and dense trees on both sides of the path, and occasionally he could feel a slight accumulation of water vapor.
Pan Heng, Feng Yin's heart, calculated that he had traveled at least one or two hundred miles so far, and he couldn't help but feel doubtful.
After all, according to this vertical distance, it is time for me to go deep into Wutong Mountain.
Suddenly, Feng Yin felt his eyes light up, and a large open space appeared in front of him.
As far as the eye can see, there are already five to six hundred people sitting or standing in the open space in front of them, and everyone maintains a certain safe distance between them.
Some people wear veils, and some are disguised, and most of them are disguised very superficially, probably just to hide their true colors and prevent others from recognizing them, but more of them, more than 80% of them, are disguised.
It appears in its true colors.
Feng Yin couldn't help complaining in his heart.
In my two lifetimes, I have never seen such an upright killer, who doesn't even do the basic confidentiality work of a killer?!
Each one of them is really... upright and aboveboard.
Feng Yin still maintained a low-key style at all times, quietly walked into the crowd, and chose a position in the middle, just a foot away from the people in front, behind, left, and right.
This is a taboo environment surrounded by enemies on all sides.
As he entered, the Qi of the four people around him shook, but a new delicate balance was immediately formed.
This change caused the four people to open their eyes in unison, and took a look with a bit of toothache.
The two people behind and to the left and right of Feng Yin were doing better, and could continue to practice and recuperate with their eyes closed. However, the gold medal killer in front of Feng Yin felt no energy anywhere in his body, as if there were thorns in his back.
After trying hard to hold on for a while, he couldn't hold on anymore. He couldn't help but start to move forward. As he took a few steps, the person in front of him began to feel something was wrong and moved too...
Feng Yin entered alone, and the churning of Qi caused everyone nearby to move slightly.
According to previous generations, it is the so-called catfish effect.
All the moving killers were speechless.
I’ve never seen such a bastard... You say you’re going to enter when you enter, why can’t you just choose a corner and sit there?
Why do you have to go into the center?
Don’t you know everyone is very nervous right now?
We all have to be cautious in our daily actions. Wouldn’t it be unpleasant for you to be such a thorny person in the middle?
Little did he know that Feng Yin had already used this small incident to classify these people into different levels.
Those who move quickly, respond sharply, and react accurately are naturally good players; those who move slowly, choose the wrong direction, and avoid blindly; those who are slow to respond...can't relax either, maybe they are hiding their clumsiness, pretending to be a pig, etc. It's about eating tigers.
There are too many times when I can't wait for the opportunity, but I can wait for the opportunity!
"There are really not many people who can reach the golden gold medal level." Feng Yin sighed sincerely in his heart.
"Even though everyone's cultivation level is generally not very high, their personal combat qualities, their ability to sense and respond to approaching crises, and even their response are all very good. Few of them are really lucky."
Feng Yin used his own cultivation as a reference to prove that he was probably at the peak of the fourth level of the human level and belonged to the top level present. However, the ranks of these gold medal killers on the scene were still at the same level as himself.
Basically, they all start at the peak of second-level human level, then go to third-level, fourth-level, fifth-level, sixth-level, and there is no one above seventh-level.
The ones with the highest cultivation level present were those at the lower level of the sixth level, but there were only a few of them. There were also those who had reached the upper level of the fifth level, and the number was also very small.
"This is probably the level of cultivation of a gold medal killer."
"It's no wonder that some of the gold medal targets have been unable to complete their tasks for a long time."
"Everyone's upper limit is set here. It is stuck. At most, it is between the opponent's brothers. After considering the target's identity, background, origin, and strength bonus, the gold medal killer has no mental arithmetic and the advantage of surprise. There’s nothing cheap about it.”
"But this also shows that Jun Tianshou's card color evaluation at all levels is exactly the same as the target's strength evaluation. There are no individual differences. Although there is a certain amount of luck, it is by no means the key factor."
Feng Yin was amazed.
Jun Tianshou's ability to distinguish is really awesome, and it's all about the key points.
After confirming the above, Feng Yin closed his eyes and began to practice breathing, so as to ensure that his condition is at its best and peak.
Today is only the second day, and there are still a few days of waiting time before the official start of classes, so it’s better to take advantage of it.
People have the same mind and the same principles, everyone has the same thoughts, and they are all sitting here practicing Qigong, as quiet as a chicken.
After all...it also has the element of preschool learning.
No one is a fool. The reason why there is a five-day buffer time may not be to test the xinxing of the school's trainees. Currently, there must be instructors watching everything that happens here.
Above.
Ten figures stand majestically high in the sky.
There is a thin layer of mist between the crowd below and the ten people high in the sky.
This thin layer of mist is extraordinary. From the top of the mist layer, you can see everyone's face and every detail below. However, from the bottom of the mist layer, you can't see anything above it.
If Feng Yin knew this, he would definitely complain secretly, isn't this just a single-sided glass from another world, so unique!
At this moment, all ten people were looking at the fog layer with deep eyes, because this fog layer was far more than a single-sided glass.
What everyone can see are small ripples in circles.
Those are the cyclones of the participants below, like funnels, and each cyclone corresponds to a person below.
At this moment, the current personal cultivation state is revealed, how to attract spiritual energy, how to break through the interference of the surrounding dense fog, and penetrate downwards into the body in a series of processes. Everything above the fog layer is reflected without any leakage.
If you take a cursory glance from above, you will see that the calm water surface is being invaded by rain. Raindrops fall on the water surface one by one, creating ripples.
The fluctuations of these ripples are similar in size and direction.
So much so that the ten instructors who watched became bored after watching it for a while. The frequency of each person's vitality and spiritual power fluctuations is linked to the current cultivation level. Unless there is a sudden breakthrough, there will not be a large difference in this fluctuation of energy.
, of course, if there is a big difference, it is most likely that the breath of the person involved is distracted, he is possessed, or something!
But watching at this moment is my duty. Even if I am bored, I still have to read it carefully, so that everyone's eyes are wide open.
It’s really nothing to see!
In the eyes of the ten instructors, everything they saw was similar in size. To use a relatively vivid metaphor, some were as big as eggs, some were as big as duck eggs, and some were as big as goose eggs.
There may be a difference in size, but it is only the difference between big raindrops and light raindrops. At least for them, there is nothing surprising at all.
"It seems that this time, our group will be at the bottom again." One of the instructors sighed.
Several others also looked dim.
Because the final ranking of the students participating in the training will also affect the welfare benefits of the instructors.
The job of a gold medal trainer is also a technical job, and the instructors in each group are basically stationary; unless a certain person has a major task and is really unable to get away, or there is an accident, someone else will
People on top.
If there were no special circumstances and these instructors did not act particularly biased during the training, why would the training continue for five to ten periods?
Of course, after ten periods and twenty years, half of the ten most conservative instructors will have to be replaced.
After all, if the earthen jar is not broken outside the well, the general will inevitably die in battle.
There are even cases where for some instructor groups, if you look at it ten times later, everyone has changed three or four times.
The performance of the trainees in Feng Yin's group has been at the bottom for three consecutive periods.
"The best result in our group before was third place as a group, which is barely acceptable, but the individual results were relatively dismal...Only once did a guy break into the top ten, ranking...tenth."
One of the instructors sighed: "Time is also fate, the monsters basically appear in other people's groups, so what can be done."
"Actually, this is pretty good."
Another instructor said: "Although we are gathered here for this training, after all, we come from different countries, and the students' achievements are mediocre. We don't need to create any conflicts and barriers because of this...In fact, we can be much more harmonious."
"If a genius appears and lands in our country of Chu, the eyes of other countries will be red. That would be uncomfortable, right?"
"Shit, why didn't you say that a genius from our Qin country was born?"
"Haha...can't our Daqi produce geniuses?"
"We in the Yan Kingdom seem to have been ignored..."
"..."
The instructors talked to each other, and the atmosphere was harmonious at first, but suddenly when nationality was involved, the originally harmonious atmosphere gradually became tense.
Everyone looked at each other, and they might punch each other at any time.
"We, the demon clan, have quite a few genius descendants." One of the last three instructors said.
"Pooh!"
The other seven people took a sip at the same time, and they suddenly shared the same hatred and hatred——
Monster clan?
A person who eats raw hair and drinks blood... is he worthy of being called a genius?
At this moment... someone suddenly shouted: "Everyone, everyone, we seem to have a surprise this time."
The instructors were all stunned when they heard this, and subconsciously turned their heads to follow the sound. They saw the instructor's eyes fixed on the fog layer below and said: "What the hell, this circle is getting bigger."
"Getting bigger?"
"What's going on? How did it get bigger?"
"Isn't there basically no change once you start practicing?"
"Could it be that the Qi flow went astray, the Qi movement went in reverse direction, and the fluctuations were out of control... What kind of surprise would that be?"
Everyone turned to look at the fog layer one after another. At one glance, they immediately——
"Fuck!"
Ten people said in unison.
I saw a large cyclone appearing in the middle of a dense circle of small ripples. Visually, it was as big as a pear. This size was already far beyond its peers. What's more, the cyclone was still large.
It is expanding outward little by little, with more than enough left.
The ten instructors were all stunned.
What's going on?
This... is by no means a retrograde movement of qi. If the qi movement were to move in reverse, there would certainly be a momentary cyclonic surge, followed by extreme malaise. The current situation is a positive state in which the body of the person concerned is rapidly improving!
But this was not the case just now. If I remember correctly, the cyclone just now was indeed the outstanding one among the current group of people. It was as big as a goose egg, but now...it didn't take more than a moment, and it actually grew.
so much?
Just when everyone was puzzled, the cyclone had become the size of a small watermelon weighing two to three kilograms, and was still growing.
"I'm going, it's so unexpected. Look at this, if nothing else happens, at least the top three are stable. In terms of the size of the cyclone alone, the championship is 10,000% fine! In fact, compared to the championship, this
Your potential is the most important thing.”
One of the instructors' eyes flashed and he said, "I just don't know what my background is. Which country is a rising star?"
"It looks like humans, but the human race comes out on top first."
The three demon instructors said sourly.
"I really don't feel any evil spirit at all."
"Haha..." The seven human race instructors smiled very reservedly: "The human race has produced talents in large numbers throughout the generations, but this is what is natural."
Then the seven people started to look at each other again, all squinting.
Despite sharing the same hatred, suspicions arose again. Which country does this little guy come from?
This must be clarified.
But at this moment, everyone was looking through the fog layer to locate the guy who caused the cyclone fluctuations. Based on visual inspection, he seemed to be in his thirties, with a thin face, not very good-looking, but not ugly; neither tall nor short nor fat.
thin……
It turns out to be the most standard mass figure and mass face, with no distinguishing features at all.
"Isn't this face too ordinary?"
One instructor couldn't help but speak out loud.
There really isn’t the slightest bit of that ‘powerful’ feeling, the whole body is just plain and ordinary.
"The cyclone continues to expand." An instructor said numbly.
Everyone looked and saw that the cyclone had now expanded to the size of a large watermelon, and it was still a large watermelon weighing more than ten kilograms. Moreover, the growth had not stopped, and it was still changing to a larger watermelon weighing several dozen kilograms.
.
The current overall situation is that the surrounding circle of small cyclones has been squeezed out of shape by the huge and huge cyclone. On the edge of the large circle, countless small cyclones are surrounding it...
It’s like…ahem…
"It's almost there, it's just that big..."
One instructor was so surprised that he was speechless and said: "The seeds of previous champions are far inferior to this one."
"But he is still growing up."
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[The neurasthenia has reached a certain level. I lie down at midnight and can't fall asleep at 3:30. I have been taking alprazolam tablets for the past few days to adjust. I was not on time in the morning before. I really didn't have any manuscripts. I wrote today for tomorrow, but really
Can't get up.
I can’t fall asleep when I lie down, and I can’t wake up from my sleep.】