"Is it time to fight?" Hu Mao was extremely shocked. He tested his bones and temperament and passed the actual battle. He also struggled to complete a set of strategies and finally joined the Yaoguang Corps. Before he could take a breath, someone came to challenge him. Although he came It is reasonable for a few people to find trouble, but how can one of them be the city general who ranks first in combat power?
But their leader agreed!
Zhan Changfeng's military entrance exam covers all aspects of their character, practical skills, culture, politics and martial arts. In addition to assessing their talent and potential, it also analyzes their character and behavior, which can be said to be very harsh.
The monks who can pass these hurdles and officially join in will not panic and retreat when faced with this situation, but only feel that the chance of winning is small.
In the past two days, only five people, including Hu Mao, passed the exam and temporarily served as examiners to test the newcomers.
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 glanced at the commotion testers angrily, 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 everyone was embarrassed, frightened, and frightened. One person stood up and said, "You and I are both foundation builders. What right do you have to yell at me? If you don't do something like this before, The little corps that has gotten into a lot of trouble will be done with it sooner or later.”
"That's right, why are you so proud?"
Some people either said harsh words or hid their faces in a hurry, quit the exam 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 forward and stood in front of everyone. The bloody evil energy 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 awareness, 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. It at least 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? Come on, let's go and see 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 smoldering battlefield. Blood, tears and the swaying light appeared alternately in front of his eyes. Heavy and persistent, he said 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 to all the members. Spark, the light preserves the spark and never extinguishes it, but when the light falls, the spark should start a prairie fire and rekindle the light.
Worried that Zhan Changfeng would lose the competition and thus deal a blow to the new corps, his mood finally improved. So what if they lose, they can 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 team leader 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 could it be possible? How long had it been? !
But they stood there, looking at the fighting room, ignoring the cynicism of others, and 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 above yours and giving you 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 inspector. If you lose, you will resign as 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 pretend to be a small level above me 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."
In one hand he holds the ring-shaped sword, which weighs forty-two kilograms. It has a single blade with 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 thorn in the middle for pushing and killing, and there are swords extending up and down to restrain the long soldiers. Blood Hook, integrated offense and defense.
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. It is extremely unified from mental methods and external skills to equipment and discipline. It is a high imitation of an army with military training skills. As we all know, in troops that practice the military training technique, there will be an invisible tacit understanding among the soldiers, and there are many cooperative group attack-type killing moves with great power. However, the military training technique is rare, so there is a kind of imitation, that is, Choose the right people and let them practice the same technique.
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. .
It can be seen from this that Che Yuanzi, who became the garrison general in Qincheng and learned Ben Lei, must have been several times stronger than before. Looking at his posture, it was obvious that he had learned the essence of Ben Lei Infantry Division, and everyone admired him with emotion. Yu, I saw thunder rolling over his sword!
His face was calm, like a warrior on a bloody battlefield. He raised his shield in his left hand and raised his sword in his right hand. He made a sound, stepped forward, and at the same time slashed hard with his sword.
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 move.
Zhan Changfeng turned into dozens of phantoms that appeared and disappeared in the lightning blade. Che Yuanzi's face suddenly changed, and he was inexplicably frightened. His body preceded his thoughts and he slashed diagonally towards the direction of the deserted person. He happened to point his finger on the blade. 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. He was standing there with his wide sleeves fluttering, as if in a daze.
good chance! Che Yuanzi wanted to draw a new weapon, but was shocked to find that his right hand had no feeling.
"What evil skills did you use!"
Zhan Changfeng felt bored. This person must be joking, "I'm suffering from electric anesthesia. It will be fine in half a day."
There is no Tao seed, no Mahayana skills, and not enough artistic power. Although the cultivation level is two small realms higher, the concentration 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 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 the army for the sake of their brothers.
