Blue Sky Sword

"..."

Then the spiritual thoughts of the ten instructors firmly locked on the person below, with that ordinary face, but to see how far this person's cyclone can expand.

And this face seems to add tens of thousands of times of charm, fascinating and exciting.

The seven human race instructors were all thinking: "Is this son from our country?"

Finally, the cyclone stopped growing to the size of a washbasin and stopped growing.

But this volume is enough to make the instructors collapse, too much.

This is the swirling mist of Jun Tianshou!

The cyclone of the swirling fog has extremely strict regulations and grades!

The owner of the cyclone below is just a gold medal killer, at most human-level strength!

But the size of a cyclone the size of a washbasin is the pinnacle of the earth-level, half-step heaven-level!

What kind of trouble is this Nima going to make?

"I remember the first few episodes...the largest cyclone was as big as a pear!"

An instructor said dumbly: "The guys in the third group jumped up happily at that time..."

"Now... a washbasin appeared... I didn't feel excited."

Another instructor was also mu Ran: "The only thing I feel right now is fright."

Other instructors feel the same way.

Because this experience is really beyond the scope of 'surprise'.

One of them had a sudden thought: "Does anyone know how big the cyclone was back then when Lord Qingming and Lord Baihong were there?"

Everyone looked at each other.

You really dare to ask!

Don't say no one knows, even if someone knows, can you say it? Dare to say it?

Then, while everyone looked at each other, they all saw the colors of joy and even ecstasy slowly and gradually appear in each other's eyes!

"The emperor takes turns doing it. He's at my house today. This time, it's finally our five teams' turn to start out!!"

"With this son, it's no problem to be a saint in front of people, and win honor in Aoli!"

"This is so special! It can be regarded as raising eyebrows!"

"I just hope that this guy won't be like that time... a genius is a real genius, with excellent aptitude, Baimai Tiantong, but he is still a different kind of uncoordinated limbs. I'm in a hurry and I can walk on crutches to wipe him..."

Before the man finished speaking, everyone shouted angrily: "You are so shut up!"

At the same time, they all prayed: Good spirits are not good and bad spirits, no, they are bad spirits and good spirits, but don’t be that kind!

As time went by, more and more gold-medal killers entered the open space. On the last day, it was almost full of people, and there were few open spaces.

This situation was unexpected. I thought that there were more people entering on the first or second day. I didn't expect that the number of people entering every day was similar in the past few days. The venue where I am is conservatively estimated. Six thousand people go up!

How can there be so much?

The competitive pressure is too great.

In the past life, everything was introverted. It was the case in the real world, in the service industry, and the writing was even more powerful.

In this life, it has changed, and even the killer profession is so fiercely competitive?

In the early hours of the sixth day, the swirling mist disappeared.

Among the participants in the training, Fengyin responded the most, only to feel that he was so choked that he suddenly shook out of the state of meditation.

It was as if he was taking a breath of car exhaust when he was breathing in the fresh mountain wind.

"It's so... so powerful."

Fengyin was stunned, and only then did he realize that the spiritual energy he had inhaled at this time was no longer pure, but became impure again.

You must know that after entering the Juntianshou enchantment, especially entering the field, the spiritual energy that you breathe out and absorb is extremely pure and pure. At this moment, the atmosphere has changed suddenly, and the spiritual energy can no longer be absorbed without any scruples, and the movement of the body is naturally not smooth.

Of course, another important factor for the greater change in wind seal induction is that the spiritual energy he absorbs far exceeds that of his peers at all times. Naturally, the negative impact on this critical moment is the greatest, and other people's feelings are just a little suffocated. That's it!

Fengyin looked up at the sky, the moon and stars were sparse, and there were no clouds.

Well, the mist that was on the top of my head before has disappeared? !

Could the previous special environment have something to do with this mist?

While Fengyin was still thinking about it, Shidao with a golden mask appeared in the sky: "Golden medal training, start now. During the training, walk on the edge of life and death, except for the death of the road, no one has to stop. I wish you all good luck in martial arts and a bright future."

Everyone was silent, and everyone knew this for a long time.

"Within three breaths, ten lines will be automatically queued up!"

As soon as the sentence came out, more than 30 people in the front took a step forward and raised their right hands at the same time.

The ten people in the middle did not move after observing.

The other people in the first row immediately turned around and went to the back.

The interval was only a breath, and ten neat rows were already lined up, and there was no clutter at all.

The ten golden-masked instructors above fell to the ground, nodded, and said, "Not bad."

Then he pointed to the middle person in the fourth row and said, "What's your name?"

The other nine instructors invariably pricked up their ears and listened.

Under the golden mask, ten pairs of eyes sparkled.

At first hearing this question, Feng Yin couldn't help but be stunned.

What are you doing?

Even if it's a roll call, it can't start with me, right?

Are there so many people ahead?

What we uphold is to be a low-key person, to be careful, not to show the mountains but not to show the water...

However, since the instructor asked the question, Fengyin responded immediately: "Report instructor, my name is Gentle."

gentle!

The name immediately caused a riot.

Gentleness is indeed not outstanding among the gold medal killers, and the names are not ranked high, but now... Gentle's name is hot and famous!

The new mortal enemy of the Supreme Mountain!

It is said that a lot of people have died in the Supreme Mountain for this person.

This killer is gentle. Although he is not a gold medalist, he is already a new legend among the Juntianshou killers. He can be called the Juntianshou gold medal killer and even the idol of many jade card killers and Amethyst killers!

Too fearless of power!

The other party is the Supreme Mountain!

Really majestic!

How brave!

The eyes of the ten instructors changed again.

gentle.

The people of Daqin, the relevant roots, do not need to investigate anymore.

One of the instructors immediately laughed and said, "Yes, you are very good!"

The cold eyes of the other instructors all focused on the instructor, what about the deepness of your ecstatic German ****? !

The other gold-medal killers are also puzzled. Seeing this, the instructors don’t know Gentle either. Why did they order this as soon as they came up? Is it to point the name count?

But the instructors didn't continue to call names, and they didn't even pay attention to the gentleness. They simply ordered: "Go!"

Before he finished speaking, the ten instructors had already taken the lead in walking in front.

Everyone followed behind, one by one becoming more and more messy in the wind.

What's the situation?

Name just one person?

Not the front, nor the back?

We would love to know what kind of operation this is?

Many of them are looking at Feng Yin with eager eyes.

The source of these eager eyes are people from Daqin.

Of course, there are other eyes, both cautious and adoring, and some jealous and jealous, and so on.

These are naturally from other countries.

In addition, there is a gloating look: no matter how awesome you are, you will die soon after you go out!

Because you offended the Supreme Mountain!

As a savage killer who still needs to participate in the gold medal training, you must have no background. Even if you can improve in this training, it is still impossible to fight the Supreme Mountain.

Among these people, there are some faces who carefully scrutinize the wind seal one after another. Obviously, they want to remember the appearance and draw it after going out... Well, that is very useful and worth the big price--um, The premise is that you have the kind of painting skills.

The gold-medal killers outside the Qin state sold Fengyin for the sake of profit. There is really nothing to say. It really doesn't even count as a betrayal, it's just a matter of reason!

Anyway, at this moment, everyone's psychology is really complicated.

Many gold medal killers belonging to Daqin who are sensitive and sensitive, seeing those who are constantly looking at the gentle and obviously malicious people, there is already a fierce light in their eyes: You want to kill the genius of our Daqin? Do you want to feel bad about our future leader of the Juntian Hand Killer in Daqin?

Well, you are my goal. I usually do things for heaven, but now I am doing my best for the country, and everyone gets what they want!

Invisibly, the abrupt announcement of Gentle's name has aroused too many psychological activities, and also affected a lot of cause and effect.

This drink and peck is like a destiny!

The brigade marched forward silently, with all kinds of thoughts constantly churning, for a long time...

After everyone walked for a while, they slowly entered a super huge square.

The surrounding environment was the same as before, with thick fog everywhere.

Ten teams of people from all directions gathered here, and the crowds were so crowded that it was impossible to see the edge at a glance.

Here, 68,980 people gathered.

This number is enough to make every gold medal killer feel surprised and amazed!

If such an army of 70,000 were to enter the battlefield in an organizational mode...

tsk...

Don't be a hero in the world!

Seeing the arrival of the staff, the three chief instructors came and announced the start of the training, and then everyone said a few short words, mainly to introduce themselves.

The names of the three chief instructors are called 'Golden Mian, Jade Mian, and Iron Mian. ’

A very distinctive but also very perfunctory name.

No one knows that it is a temporary name to deal with things.

Then the training officially started, and the instructors pulled their teams away.

First, Lingxuanwu sent a wave of benefits; then started again, this method is very hands-on, as always.

...

Fengyin and others returned to the original venue and listened to the lectures of the ten instructors.

"We don't deny that those who can come to the training camp are basically wild ways and don't know how to systematically move; but if you can be promoted to the golden medal, each of them has their own opportunities and skills, and their own skills. Make you stand out."

"But you haven't seen the real martial arts threshold, let alone passed it."

"Today, it is to let you experience the so-called real martial arts threshold."

"Now, the first thing we want to tell you is that everything about you is wrong, your shots are wrong, your actions are wrong, your standing is wrong, your walking is even more wrong, any aspect, any little bit of action , even wink, you are all wrong!"

"In your bones, you are still a bunch of idiots who don't know anything!"

"You are just a bunch of **** who have never seen the world!"

"You are a bunch of people who don't understand anything, martial arts laymen!"

Hearing this kind of domestication, there was a slight commotion below as if a pot was opened.

It's too ugly to say, isn't it?

Fengyin's heart is very strange: what am I... this is participating in military training?

The tone of the speech, the atmosphere of the situation...

It looks so similar!

Instructor No. 1 above was unmoved, and said coldly: "Who are you, killers, warriors."

"Since it's a killer, then when you sit, walk, stand, run, or even lie down and sleep, or when you roll to avoid...what you think should be murder, only murder!"

"And you can't do that."

"Standing, under what standing posture, can you shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, dodge, vertical jump at any time... This is very particular."

"Sit and wait for other positions as well."

"When the knife is released, in what position is the most advantageous and the most powerful of the moves; in any sudden situation, the ability to achieve the ultimate perfection... is also a greater knowledge."

The instructor said slowly: "You don't understand!"

"Including standing. Maybe some of you are standing in a very standard posture now, but it's just empty air; because your standing should be combined with your fists, swords, swords, weapons and escape skills. Some people who use swords stand like this, it is right, but If it were someone who used a knife, it wouldn't be."

"Standing on an empty shelf is everyone's ability, but when you stand, it's those toes that are gripping the ground hard, the heels or the soles of the feet supporting the body, it makes a big difference... What I want to tell you is that every A toe has a different effect."

"God gave you five toes, not to make you look good, nor to make you pick your feet! This is useful, at least in side rushing, rushing, retreating, vertical jumping, etc., and landing in the air. At various angles of time, each toe has a different purpose.”

"These are the lessons you've just started."

"I want to tell you that among you, only ten people can enter the top 100! The final top 10 will compete for places within the 100; and the others are not eligible to participate."

The instructor said: "Now, in a vertical row as a unit, separate. Corresponding to the ten instructors in front. Open for training!"

Then the instructors were ranked.

There was a little bit of commotion among them, that is, the third, fourth, and fifth instructors all wanted to take over the fourth row.

That is... the row where the gentle one is.

But after staring at each other, one of them forced the other two back with a look of extreme sternness, almost incomparably murderous.

Feng Yin naturally did not know that in these two seconds, a **** struggle had already occurred!

And the first one to grab the fourth team was Daqin's instructor.

The other two wanted to take over the fourth team, one was from the State of Yan and the other was from the State of Qi.

Instructor Daqin showed it clearly: You want to take over first, unless you kill me!

As for the civil war between the instructors, Jun Tianshou would not allow it anyway. Once they were reported to the chief instructor, if it was for the reason of strangling the geniuses of other countries, the two instructors from Qi and Yan would even face their lives.

And it will lead to the next issue, people from these two countries will not serve as instructors - which means that the genius of your country will not be guaranteed in the training camp.

Such consequences are really unbearable.

Feng Yin naturally did not know that it was all because of himself.

He also didn't understand the function of the swirling mist. Even Feng Langzhong still feels that he is well hidden, quite low-key, and does not show anything special...

Very self-perceived, normal and unremarkable following the instructor, a group of people went in another direction.

Ten instructors, one by one.

split in an instant.

A valley like a canyon, here we come.

The instructor starts counting.

Fengyin was very surprised to find that everyone reported the number to six hundred and sixty-six and it was over. In other words, this team consisted of six hundred and sixty-six people.

"This number is really auspicious."

The instructor began to order: "One hundred people in front, go to the left to clean up the site, clean it into a flat surface, no ups and downs; the mountain is also moved for me! Next one hundred people, go to the right to clean up..."

Two hundred people came out.

Immediately, the instructor started the show operation: "Count 100 people from the end and go to the front to clean up the venue; or count a hundred people from the back and go to the back to clean up the venue!"

The gold medal killers: "..."

This Nima, why don't you leave the 200 or so people in the middle?

But more than that.

"Fifty people in the front, fifty people in the back, clean up your feet. Others, rest in place."

then……

Fengyin and the remaining one hundred and fifty-five people looked for a big tree and went to rest in the shade.

The five hundred people who were called out by the instructor to work, all of them collapsed.

I really can't figure it out. Are you arranging people to work so casually?

The five hundred gold-medal killers cleared the venue at an unusually fast speed, and it was over in a while.

Then re-queue.

"Line up in eleven rows, sixty people in a row."

Queue is complete.

The instructor frowned and said angrily, "How did you line up? Why are there six left? Just fill in from the middle six teams and stand at the back."

As he spoke, he pointed at Fengyin, and there were several other people: "You, you, you, you..."

A total of six people ordered.

"Exit!"

Fengyin and other six people came out inexplicably and stood at the front.

Then I heard the instructor furious: "You dwarfs, you are still leaning in the middle? Do you know about your height? Well? Can you see a fart over there?"

Immediately ordered: "The six of you are at the front, in a separate row."

Everyone burst into laughter, gloating over the scolding of these six guys.

But a lot of people immediately felt something was wrong.

The other five are certainly short... that's right, but this guy who looks ordinary is definitely not short, but a standard stature.

Neither tall nor short.

If he can be treated specially, then there are too many people who can be treated specially among these 600 people.

But after the instructor made this arrangement, it was decided like this.

Six people are in front.

Then came the eleventh row, with a row of sixty people behind.

And Feng Yin... This gentleman, because he stood a little taller among the dwarves, the instructor was dissatisfied again, thinking that it would affect the appearance.

So this gentleness was arranged in the middle again!

in other words……

The current position of the wind seal is at the front, the most central point, directly facing the instructor.

The distance from the instructor's face is no more than two meters.

Even the blackheads on the skin next to the instructor's golden mask could be clearly seen.

Absolute gold C position!

The other 600 people were suffering from toothaches, but... but there was no evidence to prove that the instructor was using power for personal gain.

After all... what's the point of it?

All are gold medal killer training.

It all boils down to luck.

Many people are thinking, this guy... luck is really good, but if this guy's comprehension is average, this luck can also be said to be really bad.

Sure enough, the instructors started training next.

"Everyone took off their shoes and went barefoot."

"Look at the way my toes, foot span, shoulders, and hands fall naturally, standing."

"Watch your toes."

When the others behind them were scolding their stomachs and couldn't see it from such a distance, they heard a bang.

The gentleman at the front was kicked away: "Idiot! You can't even learn how to stand so recently?"

Everyone looked at this gentleman with schadenfreude, and was kicked out more than ten meters, and the embarrassment could not be added.

Immediately, the feeling of refreshment in my heart was unbearable.

"Go back! Stand still!"

Then the instructor began to explain the essentials of the movements: "My posture, the head...neck...shoulders...the action...the legs, the knees...the action, the toes...such as the knife, the sword, the fist...etc., Look!"

All demonstrated.

"Stance like this is the easiest way to make any shots. If you use a knife, you can use more force on the big toe side, so that you can use the knife... Let's demonstrate."

The instructor pointed to the windmark.

Feng Yin was stunned.

Why am I being taken special care of? Or are they being treated special?

Or was it hit by a special attack?

So I got out of the line, according to the way the instructor stood...

"Get out!"

Instructor order.

brush!

Wind print out the knife!

puff!

With one kick, it flew out ten meters gently, lying on the ground like a toad with a confused look on his face.

"Are your mother's arms stiff? Do you need such a big angle? Are you afraid that others won't be able to kill you? Backhand draws backwards and stretches out, borrows the power of the sheath to drive the arm and then strikes hard... Do you have a brain? pit?"

The instructor yelled, "Look at me! Look at my toes, my knees, my shoulders, my elbows!"

Then the instructor slashed out.

Fengyin looked at it seriously, and sure enough, the same power, but it was nearly twice as powerful as his own knife!

Couldn't help my eyes lit up.

"Come again!"

puff!

Got kicked out again!

"When you draw a knife, draw a knife~www.wuxiamtl.com~What's your shoulder moving?"

The instructor scolded: "Stupid like a pig! When you meet an opponent in the future, people will see your shoulders shrugged, especially when facing an agile opponent who uses a sword, you will stab you with a direct swipe. You don't even have a chance with a knife. If you go out, you must retreat! Before you take action, you will be prompted to take out the knife? Do you feel that you are dying too slowly?"

Gentleness is targeted?

Everyone is a little weird.

This beating is too intensive...

…………

[Remembering when I was in the recruit company, I was beaten more than gentle... The recruit company for four months, an average of about two meals a day. 】

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