"Is this a fight?" Hu Mao was extremely shocked. He tested his bones, tested his character, and completed a set of strategies with difficulty after actual combat. He finally joined the Yaoguang Corps. Before he could take a breath, someone came to challenge him.
Although it is reasonable for a few people to come and look for trouble, there is no one who ranks eighth on the combat power list. A city general!
But their leader agreed!
Zhan Changfeng's military entrance exam covers all aspects of their basic character, character, practical combat, culture, and martial ethics. In addition to assessing their talent and potential, it also analyzes their character and behavior. It can be said that it is very strict.
The monks who can pass these hurdles and officially join in will not panic or flinch when faced with this situation. They only feel that the chance of winning is small.
In the past two days, only five people, including Hu Mao, passed the exam and served as examiners temporarily, taking the exam for those who came later.
When Che Yuanzi came to call for formation, a new batch of monks who wanted to join were preparing for the test.
"How did you get into trouble with him?"
"It seems that Zhan Changfeng did something wrong."
"Even the generals have come to ruin the situation. The future is worrying."
Shuo Yu glared at the commotion testers with angry eyes, his fierce fighting spirit gathering momentum, and the testers couldn't help but take a step back, as if they were facing a giant rising from the ground.
"Those who are scared should quit now!"
The shouts exploded in the ears, and they were all embarrassed, frightened, and scared. One person stood up and said, "You and I are both foundation builders. What right do you have to yell at me? You haven't done anything like this yet."
When you wake up, you will be contaminated with a bunch of troublesome little corps, and you will be done with it sooner or later."
"That's right, why should you be proud?"
Some people either said harsh words or hid their faces in a hurry, quit the test and left.
Shuo Yu and the five members said nothing and looked at them coldly.
In the end, only 12 of the 40 test takers were left.
"Is there anyone else who wants to leave?" Seeing that the remaining people had no intention of quitting, Shuo Yu stepped up to stand in front of everyone. The bloody evil aura that had experienced the baptism of war was so shocking that people could not move rashly, "I once asked the commander why this regiment is called Shake.
Light, she said, the swaying light is the master of killing, meaning the swaying light. In the future, you will fight with thousands of troops and become the last light on the battlefield. This is the awareness you must achieve."
"I have this consciousness, do you have it? Even an eighth-ranked person is afraid of surrendering without fighting against the First Corps of the First Corps?"
"I'm very glad that you chose to stay. At least it proves that you have a brave heart and a will that won't be disturbed by a few words!"
"Aren't you concerned about the competition outside? Let's go and have a look together now! Let you see the strength of Captain Yaoguang!"
One person was a little excited by what he said and shouted, "What if we lose?"
Several sharp glances fell on him, and he wisely swallowed the next sentence: Wouldn't it be very demoralizing?
The five official members of Hu Mao also looked at Shuo Yu with burning eyes, waiting for his answer.
Shuo Yu seemed to have returned to the war-torn battlefield, with blood and tears and the swaying light appearing alternately in front of his eyes, heavy and persistent, word by word, "If the light falls to the ground, then it's up to us to sweep it into a prairie fire!"
Hu Mao and others' hearts sank, as if they had been given a responsibility. What he said was the positioning among the members of the Yaoguang Corps. He compared Zhan Changfeng to the light that guides the direction, and compared him and all the members to
The spark, the light preserves the spark and never goes out, but when the light falls, the spark should start a prairie fire and let the light rekindle.
Worried that Zhan Changfeng would lose the competition and thus hit the new corps, the mood finally improved. So what if they lost, they would just fight back!
A group of people walked out of the corps station and came to the observation room. The lively and chatting observation room seemed to have been poured cold water on them. It was not until they faced the fighting room that they started talking sparsely again, occasionally saying "
Come and watch your captain lose" and "You still have the guts to come here" and other taunts.
The monks from certain old corps looked at these people and saw some cohesion. How is it possible? How long did it take?!
But they stood there, looking at the fighting room, ignoring the cynicism and sarcasm of others. They had similar perseverance, which made people believe it!
In the fighting room
Che Yuanzi shouted, "I'm not some person who stabs people in the back, pretending to be two small realms higher than yours and asking you to do three moves!"
This person really spared no effort to smear her reputation, "I don't know if the agreement you made before still counts. If I lose, I will resign as an inspector. If you lose, you will resign as a general. If you dare not abide by it, don't talk about useless things.
Come on, who is the one who stabbed me in the back? Your brother is more knowledgeable. He has the ability to ask your brother to come and confront me in person. Why didn’t your brother falsely elevate me to a small level before?"
"I won't let you get what you want. You and other cunning villains have no ability to let me risk my position!"
Che Yuanzi was also cautious enough, persistent in her words, and would not let go, let alone answer her words.
However, his avoidant attitude is very problematic in itself. A careful person would not be able to tell that he is specifically here for Zhan Changfeng.
Zhan Changfeng looked at him lazily and said, "Please."
He holds a ring knife in one hand, weighing forty-two kilograms, with a single blade and a thick back. The sword is as sharp as snow quenched. It is hooked in one hand and looks like a strong shield. There is a killing thorn in the middle, and there are arrows extending up and down to restrain the blood of long soldiers.
Hook, attack and defense integrated.
A discerning person can tell at a glance that this magic weapon-level ring-knife hook-mounted equipment is clearly Qincheng's Thunderbolt Infantry Master!
The Benlei Infantry Division is famous for two things. One is its integrity, which is extremely unified from mental methods and external skills to equipment and discipline. It is a high imitation of the troops that have military training techniques. As we all know, soldiers who practice military training techniques
There will be an invisible tacit understanding between them, and there are many coordinated group attack killing moves with huge power. However, the military training skills are rare, so there is a kind of imitation, that is, selecting the right people and letting them practice the same skill.
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The second is its powerful destructive power. It practices the most tyrannical thunder and uses the Overlord Sword among soldiers. It once attacked and destroyed two cities in the middle of the night, which shocked people's faces. It is quite effective in curing children's cries at night.
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It can be seen from this that Che Yuanzi, who became the garrison general in Qincheng and learned how to run thunder, must have been several times stronger than before. Looking at his posture, it was obvious that he had learned the essence of the Ben Lei infantry division, which was admired by everyone.
I saw thunder rolling across his sword!
His face was calm, like a warrior on a bloody battlefield. He held up a shield in his left hand and a sword in his right hand. With a squeak, he stepped forward and slashed hard with the sword at the same time.
Ben Lei Yidao style!
One sword turns into ninety-nine and eighty-one swords!
In an instant, eighty-one rays of lightning struck at Zhan Changfeng.
The momentum is good, but I used the wrong moves.
Zhan Changfeng turned into dozens of phantoms that were destroyed, appeared, disappeared, and closed in the lightning blade. Che Yuanzi's face suddenly changed, and he was inexplicably frightened. His body preceded his thoughts, and he slashed diagonally in the direction of the deserted person. It happened that he pointed at
On the blade, it instantly turned into fragments.
A strong force came along the handle of the knife. No matter how fast he threw it, it would still be eroded. He ignored the feeling in his hand and quickly rolled to avoid Zhan Changfeng.
He hid in a hurry, but when he looked up, he saw that Zhan Changfeng was not chasing him, and was standing there with his wide sleeves fluttering, as if he was in a daze.
What a great opportunity! Che Yuanzi wanted to draw a new weapon, but was shocked to find that he had no feeling in his right hand.
"What evil skills did you use!"
Zhan Changfeng found it boring. This person must be joking, "I'm suffering from electric anesthesia. It'll be fine in half a day."
There is no Tao seed, no Mahayana skills, and not enough power of artistic conception. Although the cultivation level is two small realms higher, the degree of cohesion of true power is not high, and the Tao practice is not deep enough. If one reaches the realm of the unity of man and sword, he can
war.
Objectively speaking, among the foundation builders, only those monks who have awakened their Taoist talents, or who have had chance encounters, are worthy of discussion.
It's a pity that these people are not at the general station at the moment. After all, not everyone will rush back from their hometown for the sake of their brothers.
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