Han Qingyu lost, with a left -handed knife, defending the trend, and to the end, but until the source in the battle box could be exhausted, he didn't find a real chance of counterattack.
Several times I tried it, and did not achieve the desired effect.
This is a practical experience of witnessing the first -line veterans for ten years. Usually, when they complete the division of the battlefield in the battle in the battle, they start to hang up. They rarely show their flaws and give the big tip to the opportunity to fight breakout.
And this is exactly what Han Qingyu lacks the most lacking thing now.
The battle on the ring stopped, Lao Jian stood in front of him for less than two meters. In his hand, the iron sword lifted flat, pointing to Han Qingyu's throat ... Following, he hesitated, and seemed to think of it. The knife offsets a little.
Then, "Dang", the knife was broken. At the same time, most of the knives fell into the ground, and the crushing became hundreds of small fragments.
The blue light of the battle box behind Lao Jian was slowly dim until this time.
"Shameless." Seeing this scene, Mira finally saw through Lao Jian's insidiousness, and whispered and cursed in the stands.
At the same time, the corner of Lao Jian, who was standing on the ring, smiled, calm and indifferent like the senior masters in Gu Long's novels, but whispered a little bit: "
"Finally I still taught you something ... Before fighting in the future, remember to change the source of the source."
Han Qingyu glanced at him, "Didn't you give me?!"
Tone in a sullen question.
"Yeah, so what I really taught you is to learn to pay attention to observing and controlling your source of energy and the remaining amount in the battle." Lao Jian's look has no undulating, and continuing education said: "The opponent on the battlefield said Whether it is a big tip or a person, it is completely impossible to give you a chance to replace the source of the source ... Once the source energy is exhausted, others will kill you like killing chickens. "
After saying that, Lao Jian walked past Han Qingyu with a calm expression.
Of course, he didn't know that at this moment, when both sources were exhausted, in fact, Han Qingyu killed him like killing chickens.
Because after Han Qingyu's body absorbs two metal blocks, the degree of strength in itself is far from the comparison of ordinary veterans, and he has a liquid source in his body. It is so turbulent in the state, but after all, it is also the power of the source.
"So, in the future, in fact, should I actually make a large -scale co -organized, rudely fighting against the reckless husband?! Consumption, exhausting me to win! ... That big tip, with the big tip, also directly cut it against the big tip, and directly cut it against the big tip. ?!”
Just as Han Qingyu still stood up, while thinking about thinking and exploring his combat method for the first time in his mind, Lao Jian had calmed down and stepped down the ring calmly.
Several people on the stands got up and applauded.
Lao Jian raised his hand to signal, but did not stay.
"Lao Jian, where are you going?" Captain Li Wangqiang leaned forward and asked.
"Urine."
After Lao Jian finished speaking calmly, he disappeared from the end of the venue.
Outside the actual combat field, Wen Jifei, He Tangtang and others finally saw Han Qingyu come out.
"Qingzi, how are you?" They immediately gathered around him.
At the same time, there were many recruits who came over, and almost everyone looked forward to watching Han Qingyu.
"Lost." Han Qingyu said peacefully and walked to the sending letter.
This answer is actually not surprising. At best, it is just that he is not as explosive as his victory.
The recruits looked at him with some exhausted figures, and lost a little bit, turned his head again and thought about it ... Only realized that most of these people seemed to be standing on Lao Jian.
After all, they are people with similar integration levels... To be precise, Lao Jian is C-level, which is actually higher than most of them.
At about the same time, in the venue.
A group of seven or eight recruits rushed to use the bathroom as soon as the actual battlefield opened. They found that the bathroom door was closed, so they stood outside the door first.
Someone in the door.
Then, there are sound:
"puff!"
Lao Jian was lying on the side of the sink of his hands, facing the mirror, raised his hand and wiped his mouth and chin with water. Fortunately, Lao Tzu just held on the ring, otherwise the title of Blood Huluwa was afraid that he would be with me for a lifetime. .
This is the level of A -level genius. ! One -time can dominate and mobilize such a large amount of source energy, so thick and fierce.
But it's not right, I haven't cut off the A -level A -level at the same time, it is obviously not so fierce ... So, even between A and A -level, it seems that the gap is still very large, just like the C -Class and C level also vary from person to person.
It seems that Lao Tzu really really gave Ai Lan a superb to S -Class.
Lao Jian didn't think elsewhere. As an ordinary veteran, he could almost doubt the "law" of the source of the source of the source of the source. .
"puff."
Another bite.
While holding the water and rinse, washing your face, and checking whether there was a bloodshot residue on the teeth in the mirror. On the one hand, Lao Jian thought: Fortunately, the source of the smelly boy can still be worse, and there is even more actual combat experience. Otherwise, today I am today. It is estimated that I really can't come to Taiwan ... Well, I have to find a way to help him improve these two aspects as soon as possible.
Without thinking that Han Qingyu had really improved, he would lose next time, Lao Jian thought as she turned on the faucet and flushed the sink, then smoothed her hair and opened the door.
Turtles are opposite, and they look at each other for about two seconds.
"What do you think? Don't you close the door, let you urinate with the instructor?!" Seeing the recruits at the door, Lao Jian was unreasonable, and then straightened his body calmly.
Just vomit blood ... it's okay.
The recruits then walked into the toilet, one of which was sharp, and saw the trace of remained on the surface of the bottom of the sink.
In this way, combined with the two "poofs" just now...
"I go, Han Qingyu vomited the labor instructor." The recruit decisively concluded.
Soon, after these recruits returned, there were two versions of rumors, which quickly spread.
The first version: Although Han Qingyu lost, he also hit the labor instructor to vomit blood -the strongest recruits for ten years were so scary.
Second version: Do you know why the labor instructor’s nickname is Blood Calabash Baby? The story is a bit touching. The body of the labor instructor has a characteristic. In fact, he can conflict with the source, so every time he wears a installation, he will vomit blood, and after vomiting blood, he will be stronger. The origin of the blood gourd baby.
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Lao Jian himself heard that the rumors of these two versions were on the way he went to the training ground in the afternoon. At that time, he was preparing to meet with the recruits for the first time as the president ... at first glance, the whole person was not good. .
In particular, when I heard the second version, the labor instructor almost had an old blood in public.
After finally relieved, convinced himself to focus on the overall situation. When the head of the president was important, when Lao Jian walked to the training ground, the recruits had not yet started to line up. He stood on the sidelines and looked at him with a calm look.
"唰" suddenly pulled out a dead iron knife from his back and threw it in the air.
The knife rotated slowly in the air in a vertical state and drew a precise parabola, falling towards Han Qingyu.
He easily reached out and caught.
Lao Jian said: "The left -handed knife is well practiced. It happens that there are backup in the army, so you can help you register and apply for one ... you can use double knives in the future."
The tone of this sentence was light, and he said it coolly.
Then, the next sentence, Lao Jian said, "Remember to change your clothes."
The feeling of like a mother destroyed this cool.
At the same time, the recruits were in line.
"Hello everyone." Probably because she had never been an instructor, Lao Jian was not used to it, so she raised her hand to say hello informally.
The recruits were standing up and responded neatly: "The head of the labor (blood) is good."
The word "blood" sandwiched in the word is inexplicable, and there are more than one.
The recruits are not intentional. In any case, they have sufficient respect and respect for a captain of the 752 regional team leader who has been witnessing the front line for ten years, and this year.
It was bad, and the captain's nickname was just spreading, and it was so loud. At the same time, the training was participating in the training at the same time.
"Cough, cough ..." Lao Jian covered his mouth a few times, "Huh ... My surname is Lao, a single word, Jane. In the next time, it will be the chief instructor of everyone, instead of the instructor Zhang, instead of the instructor Zhang ... accompany you the last month of your recruit period. "
Because of this sentence, the recruits were quiet and serious, and they were serious and serious.
"Originally, everyone should be practicing now, and it will enter practical training until the end of the training." Lao Jian continued: "Now this program is temporarily chaotic. We must enter the simulation practical training in advance in the past two days."
"Okay." The recruits responded enthusiastically.
After practicing for so long, who here doesn’t want to actually cut with a knife. Especially after Han Qingyu was directly cut with the instructor in the morning, this kind of enthusiasm and expectations were inspired and promoted to a very high point.
"I never imagined that in 1123, I only fled, I can only watch the instructors going to work hard with the big tip."
This cold phrase came out of the crowd, and suddenly it was silent in the silence, and at the same time clenched his fists.
After at least ten seconds, someone said, frustrated and sad, said, "Yeah, obviously wearing devices, holding a knife, but ..." He didn't continue to say, but the meaning arrived.
"600 people carry knives, but..."
Another sentence was not finished, and the meaning was exhausted.
Lao Jian Zheng nodded and said: "I understand everyone's mood and thoughts ... But the actual situation is most of your people who have no way to conduct practical battle training for the time being."
"Ah?" The recruits looked at him blankly.
"Your source can control proficiency and rate, and it is easy to mobilize ... This situation is that ordinary iron knife may also cause death and injury." Lao Jian said frankly.
"Then let's..."
"You can only do unilateral offensive training now." Lao Jian said, "Slowly skilled and explore how to control the source in the battle in the process before entering the battle training."
This means that the current combat training targets of recruits will only defend and dodge without counterattack.
After Lao Jian said, he motioned to the new instructors around him.
"Then you simulate the object of actual combat attack, that is, the target, which is our instructor, including me ... and Han Qingyu, list."
"Wow~"
In a mistake, Han Qingyu took a step, "...."
At the same time, "click, click."
A iron -skinned man came over and walked to the team not far away.
"By the way, and it, the simulated actual combat robot in the experimental stage is also your sparring this time." Lao Jian reached out and thought, then condensed, and said, "It seems like S-19. "
Really a robot? Yuanneng robot? ! Wouldn't it be possible to enter the battlefield in the future? ! The recruits were attracted by the Iron Master instantly.
The S-19 stood there, as if it hadn't started again without any movement.
"How do you look a bit old, that's it, really just studied it?"
"Yeah, look ... there are a few places on it, it seems a bit rusty."
"That's not all made of dead iron."
"Be sure, the dead iron will not rust. I look at it. It should be the key part of the dead iron. The most alloys elsewhere in other places ... If you look at the face, the whole piece should be used. Black thick glass? "
"Really ... how do you have a sparring?"
"It doesn't matter how you sparred with it. Brother, we accidentally chopped it into pieces. Whether we use it or not is the key."
"..."
In the sound of discussion, Lao Jian spoke again: "Everyone pay attention, all the recruits above the level B and B -levels above B, your simulated actual combat objects are S19 ... Please show it."
"Wow" once again uproar at the scene.
At the same time, Han Qingyu raised his hand: "What about me? My offensive training?"
"You ..." Lao Jian thought about it, saying, "You like this, give you ten minutes after the training, and train with S19 alone."
He just finished speaking.
One like a robot administrator, about fourteen or five -year -old girls ran over quickly.
"Do you want to add time? That is to be able to make additional sources."
The little girl said seriously, and she made many people laugh.
"What do you laugh? Then ... the public robot also wants to consume the source."
She turned her head and stared at her eyes, her chin, and her righteous words were strict.
On the spot, the laughter was even greater.
Lao Jian also laughed and nodded at the same time, "Okay. How about this? 15 extra minutes every day to cooperate with training, and then, one source energy block for seven days, how about it?"
Speaking, he pointed his finger to Han Qingyu, "You will ask him directly ... he has ..." he has. "
Han Qingyu: "..."
He felt that Lao Jian should be retaliated with him. Even if he was a target, he had no salary. After all, he could practice fighting and dodge, but the question was also a recruit. Why did he have to have another source of energy? !
And for a price of seven days, why? !
The distress was terrible, and Han Qingyu almost also had an old blood.
It wasn't until ... this afternoon passed, he observed that he was a target and found that S19 was really strong.
If it wasn't for Lao Jian, I went to the administrator to communicate a bit, and let the S19 release water. All people with all B -levels above the B -levels should not be able to hit even if they add up.
So, do you practice with it ... this really made Han Qingyu look forward to it.
Finally, after the afternoon training, the recruits were out of the field. Someone left, and some people were idle, so they stayed and stood beside them to watch.
"That person, do you want to rest for a few minutes?" The little administrator girl walked up to Han Qingyu and asked fiercely. There was no trace of the reaction that a handsome guy should have in her expression. She looked like a small businessman who was determined to make money. Except for the source, nothing is rare.
"Is your robot rest?" It felt interesting, Han Qingyu asked with a smile.
"Uh, take a break, three minutes." The little girl made a decision and followed the hand to say, "Then you give the source energy first."
"Well, I didn't bring it today, and I didn't expect to use it ... So, will I give you it tomorrow?" Han Qingyu said on this, the psychological idea is: the public’s cheap, not taking advantage, if it does I didn't feel good to try today, I will rely on it tomorrow.
The little girl looked at him, thought about it, nodded, "I dare not rely on you."
After three minutes of rest, Han Qingyu sat under the tree, wiped sweat, and installed his source of energy in the battle box.
At the scene, He Tangtang and Liu Shiheng hadn't left yet, but Wen Jifei came, and it seemed that it had been watching it for a while.
"So at this time, the robot is contracted by you, right?" He suddenly ran to Han Qingyu and asked eagerly.
Han Qingyu nodded, watched his back with a device, picked up one of his knives in his hand, and looked at his eyes full of expectations and longing.
"Let me cut two knives first, Qingzi." Wen Jifei's eyes seemed to be unable to move. He looked at the dead iron war knife in his hand and said, "I haven't waved the knife yet, I haven't cut it ... later , I'm afraid there is no chance to use a knife. "
The end of his sentence fell a bit.
Han Qingyu understood his situation and was naturally considerate. He nodded quickly, and then prepared to turn around to find the administrator to communicate ...
Wen Jifei has run over by himself, and his communication ability has always been strong.
I don't know what he said. In short, there are a few words, and the robot has walked over from the side, a distance of more than ten meters away from him, facing the face of standing.
"Om", the three -dimensional device is turned on, and the blue light flickered.
Wen Jifei's expression was excited, holding a knife with both hands, "Come ... Zhong."
At the same time as shouting, his movement was helpful to run, air empty, jumping ...
Around the four, the laughter sounded, and those who had seen those above B -level and chopped the robots for a afternoon. The recruits all thought about it at this moment: Don't jump, equipment officer, if you can be in the middle, you will see the ghost.
The result was, "Bang."
A blow to the head, and finally a solid cut on S19's right shoulder, hitting him.
It's not only in the middle, and this time, the S19, who was motionless in the afternoon, was cut back and fired, until he hit the wall and stopped.
"I ... do it."
The scene was wrong, and then the uproar: overly, a equipment officer is fiercer than us? !
At the same time, several female equipment officers standing in the distance seemed to see.
"It should be said that he was cut off? Then this knife was afraid that it would just go to A side ..." Han Qingyu thought.
At the same time, S19 re -settled.
Wen Jifei was close, and he looked back.
"Bang."
Hit again.
But this time, the robot did not retreat, motionless, and then turned his head to look at him, stiff, froze.
Thinking from the perspective of S19: It is probably the heavy first knife just now, let it adjust the defense level? As for being cut again, I do n’t know if it still does not dodge the instructions, or because the plague chicken is constantly turning over during the sword, the erratic knife method really shakes it ...
From Wen Jifei's perspective, he was a little confused.
With a bang, the dead iron straight sword fell to the ground, the plague chicken held his right arm with his left hand, and slowly turned back.
"Qingzi." He whispered.
"Huh?" Han Qingyu hurriedly got up.
"I, maybe ... the bones are cracking."
