Start From Cultivation University

After the entrance ceremony, the military training came naturally.

In the past, military training is undoubtedly the first nightmare for freshmen to enter the school. And the most difficult part of this is from the opening of the qi sea to the stabilization of the qi refining state.

Not only do you have to go hungry, but you also have to quickly adapt to the operation method of spiritual power within a few days. Coupled with the external force of Wuxin, its sour and refreshing taste. Who knows, new students use it and say it is good, and practice into Dingaoao Call.

But by this year, the basic immortal cultivation courses in majors and middle schools have been popularized. Most people have completed this step before entering the school. Therefore, what remains in military training is conventional projects like long-distance running for 10 kilometers and standing luck.

Although it was still miserable, it was much better than the tragic horror of the seniors.

So today, after completing the military posture training again, the freshmen ushered in a break.

Yang Xiaohe and the other freshmen sat on the monastery platform where Yun Shen didn't know where they were, drinking water and breathing for a while, while peering around with the students around him, mostly watching the seniors on the monastic platform nearby.

During the military training of the new students, the old students also practice their own practice on the various monastic platforms.

At this time, most of the blessed land was already occupied, and the wind of spiritual power was drifting around, adding a touch of vitality to the originally very spectacular blessed land.

"Wow, that Senior Sister of Physical Training over there is so fierce, I think I might die..."

"Look at the two people fighting on the stage over there, guess who will win?"

"It's only what time, the ascendant platform is full... These people are all kings of scrolls, right? I'm already scared."

The freshmen were chatting, looking fresh everywhere. Yang Xiaohe turned his neck along with them, feeling that his eyes were not enough.

The immortal cultivators who could only be seen on TV suddenly were so close to herself, which gave her a dreamlike illusion.

"Hey, look at that over there..."

She was slapped on the shoulder, and the newly met girl next to her came close to her ear and pointed at the shadow on a platform in the distance.

"The senior over there... when I couldn't sleep over there early in the morning, he was already practicing swordsmanship there. He has basically never stopped and didn't seem to eat lunch... Isn't this too good for him? Are you not tired?"

Yang Xiaohe looked in the direction of her fingers, and she saw the figure jumping on the platform. The bluish white swords surrounded him, and the shadows of the swords were virtual and real, and it was almost impossible to see the body of the sword.

This person... seems to have appeared in the finals of the Fairy Games, right? Already have that kind of strength, but still train at such a high intensity?

It can almost be called... self-abuse.

In university jargon, this is the king of scrolls that everyone hates. If you don't hang up and criticize in court, it will not be enough to solve the hatred that lies in the heart of the party.

But the fact is that there is no one around him at this time, and it seems very deserted. Placed in this lively blessed land, it is like an isolated island.

"Hey, don't talk nonsense." The person next to him saw him, but he hurried over to remind him, "I met that senior in the student union before. Others are cold and hardly talk to people. They look very special. It's not easy to get along with, maybe he's a sword lunatic, it's better not to mess with him."

Yang Xiaohe oh oh twice, did not ask any more, he quickly retracted his gaze, and went to look elsewhere: and it was this action that made her send it out. At this time, a group of old students from the Student Union were starting to connect to the blessed land. Appeared in the middle, scattered on various platforms.

"Everyone, it's time to rest."

A reminder came from the side, and the freshmen all stood up with a splash.

"Next is a special exercise, I will take you to do it." A tall and tall figure walked up to the crowd, facing the freshmen and said, "Now, spread out first and keep a good arm distance between each other."

He seemed to be surrounded by spiritual power, and he could feel the aura of foundation building just by standing there. A group of rascals quickly dispersed according to his words, and Yang Xiaohe was no exception. As he unfolded, he glanced at the figure secretly, thinking to himself.

Is this the legendary representative of college physical education, the senior Wu Hao?

I have long heard that this senior is one of the first senior students in the university. He is the first genius in the physical training department selected by real people. Do not let the wind fall, it is a real existence like a child of luck.

It seems that he should be a very strict person, right?

Although I don't know what that "special project" is, but since the physical training representative came to take them specifically, it must be a difficult physical training project... I don't know if it can meet the requirements of this senior.

Yang Xiaohe was a little drummer in his heart. He raised his eyes and glanced at Wu Hao who was standing there. He felt that his figure was particularly tall and mighty, and his deterrent power was super deterrent. At first glance, he looked like a domineering character who shook the ground three times with a roar. Annoyed.

The freshmen around her seemed to have the same thoughts as her, and they stood there honestly, waiting for the senior's instructions.

But after a long time, Wu Hao just stood there, as if standing in line, motionless. However, he has become accustomed to entering Ding. This group of freshmen has trouble telling them-just after standing in the military posture, they have to stand upright again. Which way is this?

Is it possible that this is also a test for seniors?

Just as they were whispering secretly, they heard Wuxin's voice suddenly rang in their ears.

"The first set of Kunlun University broadcast gymnastics for cultivating immortals will begin now."

What's this? The freshmen were all taken aback. When they raised their heads, they saw Wu Hao raising his hands and propping them on both sides, as if he had made some preparations.

"Next, follow my movements. During the whole process, keep the spiritual power evenly covering the whole body."

He said to the freshmen and turned around-looking at the audience, similar scenes were reproduced on every platform. One or two old students stood in front of the bewildered freshmen, with their hands up and their heads up. Stand upright in a posture of praising the sun, waiting for the sound of the unrestricted voice in your ears.

"Preliminary Festival, starting, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, two, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight... chest expansion exercise... stretching exercise... body rotation exercise... five, two, three, four, five, six, seven Eight..."

The voices of the people in the ears ring in everyone's ears, and this time it seems that there is a radio accent.

The veterans started teaching, and the movements are indeed broadcast gymnastics, with arms outstretching and kicking everything.

Hearing countless footsteps on the ground sounded in unison, the freshmen were engrossed in following the rhythm of the old students leading the team in front of them, expanding their chests and raising their arms. The scene seemed to be very harmonious for a while.

However, don't forget that there are still two prerequisites here.

First, the voice of the person in the ear can only be heard by the host.

Second, there is no soundtrack for this exercise.

——The original plan was to make Wuxin play and sing directly in his ears, but it turns out that this is a bit too difficult to be a ghost.

So, if you change to the third perspective, the current scene is like this: a group of new-born immortals in Taoist clothes, with serious faces, are jumping around in place, no beats, no bgm, only occasional The crackling sound of spiritual power hitting the ground.

These movements look simple, but only when they are actually done, do you really feel the difficulty, and the difficulty is even higher than that of the original town school magic martial arts fist.

Every action will maximize the flow of spiritual power in the body, forcing the practitioner to continuously control the distribution of spiritual power everywhere. If you lose your mind, the spiritual power attached to the body surface will leak out, not to mention breaking the ground, and there is a risk of shocking yourself.

As a physical training, Wu Hao was able to accurately grasp the spiritual power flowing on the surface of the body, but it was difficult for the freshmen to reach the sky.

They held their breath and let them go, let them go, and held them back, their faces alternated with white and blue in rhythm, one, two, three, four just turned white, two, two, three, four became green again, and three, two, three, and four went white again... just watch Those faces changed in blue and white, very regular.

"Physical exercise, start, one, two, three, four, two, two, three, four..."

Another new unit began. Compared with arm swings and kicks, the range of body rotation movements was relatively gentle, which gave the poor freshmen a chance to breathe.

Yang Xiaohe tried his best to pant and relieve the dizziness of hypoxia, bit his lip and supported him bitterly. Taking advantage of the gap in the gymnastics movement, he quietly glanced at the other side.

On the platform separated by the two floating islands, Xie Tianyang was leading another team of freshmen to do the action-I saw him expanding his chest and swinging his arms around that moment, his face collapsed, and his face was full of joy.

A few days ago, it was he who was responsible for checking and approving the work reports of the various departments of the Student Union, from the refining situation of the Equipment Department, to the external communication report of the Intelligence Department, and finally to the research results of the Kungfu Department—that is, the current "No. A set of broadcast gymnastics for cultivating immortals".

According to the report, this is the core result of a year of collective study by the Gongfa Department. The combination of the rigidity of military physical boxing and the softness of Tai Chi, the skill of gymnastics and the spirit of ballet can be described as keeping up with current affairs, blending Chinese and Western cultures, and suitable for all ages. Volkswagen repair products.

The person in charge of the department suggested that all trials should be carried out in the school first, and then gradually promoted to the outside world, punching and dancing youth, kicking and flying ideals, stepping on the call of the times underfoot, and fully carrying forward the Kunlun spirit of immortality.

At that time, President Xie Tianyang was very touched after reading the results so close to the public, and immediately started to shoot the case: "Who came up with such a non-compulsive thing? Go back and remake it for me!"

"It's late. This project is a key academic project in the school. Now the school has approved it."

The person in charge of the Gongfa Department replied: "This time the results are submitted, just let the student union take charge of the promotion of this matter. In particular, the leadership of the student union is required to take the lead. First learn the movements and lead the freshmen to do it in the military training."

"Huh? I didn't have any **** experience in middle school. Now I come to college and let me dance this stuff? Impossible!"

Xie Tianyang slapped the table very resolutely, with an iron-clad attitude: "I just drop out of school, abolish my self-cultivation, and leave the student union, and I will never go to do some radio gymnastics! Who criticized this matter? I. Go on line with him!"

"Ms. Wei personally approved the request for the Student Union to take the lead. Do you want to do it?"

"...I'll do it."

Well, that's how it happened.

In short, the result is that, as the chairman who plays a leading role in the core, he is now standing on the most conspicuous platform in the center of the blessed land, following the beat of one, two, three, four, two, two, three, leading a group of freshmen to do actions.

See how happy and energetic he dances.

As expected, Senior Xie is very approachable. As the president, he actually went off to do this kind of thing in person... Yang Xiaohe watched from a distance, and his heart was rippling.

Sure enough, handsome people are so graceful even in radio gymnastics.

Thinking of this, when the spiritual power in her hand was distracted, she saw a small cyclone lashing out from her fingertips. With a sound, a small hole half the size of a fist was punched out of the ground. The counter-shock force caused him to sit down on the ground, dizzy for a while.

"Are you okay?" Upon seeing this, Wu Hao, who led the team, hurried up to help her, and at the same time rushed to other people, "Today's project first do it here, and then others will practice on their own... you should come here to rest first. Come on."

Yang Xiaohe nodded in a daze, and sat aside with the help of Wu Hao, hugged his knees and looked at the opposite platform, and sighed secretly.

Although I know that there is a big gap between myself and him today, and I still need a lot of hard work, but... I really want him to pay more attention to himself.

Thinking like this, she stared blankly at the figure on the opposite platform. After looking at it for a long time, Xie Tianyang didn't even cast a glance at her.

I heard that on the night of the first day of military training for freshmen, there will be a regular event... If you perform well in that event, is it possible for him to see himself?

Anyway, you have to give it a try.

She thought secretly in her heart and made up her mind. As soon as he stood on the ground and was about to get up, a drop of water suddenly hit the top of his head.

When I looked up, I don't know when, the cloud flow that was turning over my head had already showed some grayness, the sunlight was quickly blocked, and it seemed that a heavy rain was brewing.

Two years have passed. This blessed land has been completely connected to the main campus. Not only has the time been synchronized, but the atmospheric spiritual circulation has also been connected. The most intuitive response is the unification of the weather. It's raining and snowing.

Right now, it has become the most favorite thing for students: the military training is raining.

"Due to weather restrictions~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Today's military training program is temporarily cancelled. Freshman students go back to the dormitory to practice on their own, review the items learned today, and check tomorrow."

The announcements from the people in the ears spread all over the audience, and the tired new students all looked happy, got up in a hurry, and went back to each house. The old students who practiced on their own also put away their things, and left the ascending platform in groups of two and went to the direction of the dormitory.

As mentioned before, after the start of school this year, a dormitory area that Yunshen did not know was added. Most of the new students lived in it—Yang Xiaohe was eventually allocated there.

She followed the freshman team and ran towards Shangguan’s station, but while walking, she inadvertently glanced back and saw that on the corner platform, the figure holding the sword was still standing there, keeping it Waving at his own rhythm, as if he didn't know anything about the changes around him.

What is that person thinking?

Yang Xiaohe murmured in his heart, but didn't think much about it, just as the team quickly flowed to the new dormitory area.

The crowd dispersed, and the movement in the blessed land quickly calmed down. The sun was dim, the clouds were overwhelming, and amidst the roar of thunder, heavy rain poured down.