When the fish opened his eyes, it was already dark, and it was already evening, and it turned out that a soldier had called him to dinner.

There is a fish astringent breath, and when I see that the head of the bed is empty, I must have gone.

The night on the grassland was very windy and cool, but they were all cultivators and didn't care about the cold.

At night, the barracks are brightly lit, and nearly a thousand huge searchlights around it are lit up, making the camp seem like daylight.

Countless bonfires boiled soup pots and roasted meat, and the wolves on the mountains in the distance whispered at the waning moon in the sky as if they smelled the smell.

"Wolf cubs, are you also hungry for my craft!" This is the soldier of the logistics unit chopping the meat filling and preparing to put it in the pot. "Haha company commander, who doesn't know that you are the first in the craft army, that taste, yes yes yes. A little soldier who was burning a fire said as he threw firewood.

"That's a must, even our army commander is full of praise for the company commander's craftsmanship. The soldier who placed the lunch box next to him said.

"Haha, you little rabbits, you haven't learned much about cooking, but your kung fu is not bad. The company commander scolded with a smile, although he said so, anyone could see how beautiful it was in his heart.

The kitchen, has always been a cheerful place...

There are fish and a group of sergeants sitting around the fire, eating the boxed lunch in their hands, nodding their heads again and again, the rice grains are full and full, the food is mellow and refreshing, and many soldiers are full of oil.

After dinner, everyone has nothing to do, because it is in the grassland, there are not many entertainment programs, some of these soldiers are singing around the fire group, and some are talking about this in groups of three. . .

Youyu put down the chopsticks in his hand and looked around, this is an area that belongs to their special forces, so the personnel are not very dense, except for some patrol team guards, almost all of them are gathered here.

The special personnel here are almost two-thirds of the "sharp knife" troops and one-third of the monks and strangers from all over China.

When some fish were still sighing, they heard the sound of fighting on the side, and even caused a lot of commotion.

Of course, this is not an enemy attack, but a traditional program after eating in the barracks, which is what they call the "competition of martial arts" after eating!

"Okay!" The people around them all clapped in a big circle, and the person in the circle was none other than Captain Li, who had picked him up earlier.

At this moment, he was knocking a paranormal to the ground, winning everyone's applause.

Friendship first and second in the competition, and it won't hurt much, and the stranger knows that he is invincible, so he gets up and pats the dirt on his buttocks.

As far as the ability is concerned, he may be able to use his abilities skillfully and be considered a good hand, but he is far inferior to the qi refiners who have been cultivating for a long time and the armed personnel who have developed their bodies to the limit.

It's not that their abilities aren't good enough, it's that the ability has been in existence for so short a time, like a newborn baby, how can they fight with an experienced person? This is the fundamental reason why the monk can suppress the supernatural.

He is not discouraged, and learning skills while fighting is the way to improve himself, which is also the benefit of this friendship competition. "Captain Li, I have been taught. "Da Fang Fang left.

A fish came over, developed into goodness and mixed with the soldiers, watching the game in the field.

It's not that monks are aggressive, but the so-called cultivation not only needs to be cultivated, but also needs to be practiced. The former cultivates his self-cultivation skills, and the latter needs to temper his body and skills in constant battles and competitions, and only by being sealed can he improve.

Another person went up, this person was dressed in a long coat, in his 30s, with an ordinary figure and a kind face, but his palms were unusually thick, with prominent joints and calluses all over the palm.

He had heard this person say from his master that he was a master of cultivating iron sand palms, and he could also rank among the many palm sects in the south.

The so-called iron sand palm cultivation is extremely difficult, and it is necessary to constantly insert the palm of the hand into the hot casserole, put iron balls and other things, and continue to polish and temper it day after day and year after year.

There are rumors in the two lakes that the iron sand palm is a small success in ten years and a large success in twenty years. After Dacheng, you can split gold and jade with your bare hands, and open the mountain and crack the stone, which is the most fierce palm method.

Sure enough, there was a muffled sound, and the two separated, and Regiment Leader Li retreated again and again before stopping, but he only took a few steps back.

"Haha, it's so happy, come again!" Commander Li's eyes lit up with war, and he looked like a vigorous tiger.

"Haha, Commander Li stops, if you continue to fight, you will inevitably be injured, let's stop at the point and leave the remaining strength to the enemy!"

"Also, I'm sorry senior, I lost. Commander Li bowed and apologized, not only because this man had good reason, but also because of his last sentence: leave the strength to the enemy.

"Haha, you didn't lose, although the two realms are the same, but the conditions bind you too much, I'm not your opponent if you really fight, let's change people." ”

He smiled freely, because he knew that the army's ability to learn was not like theirs, it was all a killing technique, and it was not suitable for fighting against the game, so that he would lose three points without a fight.

He also ignored the opposition of Head Li and jumped out of the circle. "It is indeed a generation of grandmasters. "There are fish reviews.

He saw that Weishan was moving, and he was ready to stand up, and he must have wanted to go up and compete for goodness.

But one of them got ahead of him.

Mobei swordsman, a famous fast knife player in the northwest region, is also well-known in the cultivation world.

I saw him take off the long knife that straddled his waist and back, and made a gesture of flying eagle prey.

His knife is very distinctive, not as thick and heavy as a mad knife, but as light and thin as a sword, so that reducing the weight of the blade can speed up the speed of swinging the knife, reducing the power of some knives, increasing dexterity, and it is not a very common knife in Mobei.

The swordsman did not remove the scabbard, but used the scabbard as a knife, although it was a little sharper, but also a little safer.

As the saying goes, for a monk who practices swords and sharpens his sword, if he goes to the weapon, the combat power is reduced by seven points, and the weapon is three points less if the weapon is not sharp, and it is obvious that the swordsman is to subtract his sharpness to make up for the gap that Commander Li cannot fully exert his strength, in order to fight a fair battle.

Sure enough, Regiment Commander Li was not hypocritical, the battle intent came up in his eyes, the two of them fought a lot, the two sides fought in full swing, and the audience sitting around was also extremely nervous and relished.

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"What a handsome knife technique, although the scabbard has not yet come out, but the knife technique is delicate and the power is not reduced!" commented a deep voice on the side.

"When did you come?" The fish moved to the right, not blocking the view of the one behind him, and he didn't even notice the person behind him in time!

"Heavenly Steps!" Youyu thought to himself, and only the Heavenly Steps could be so silent.

Youyu heard Commander Li's explanation at noon, there was a town guard and ten heaven-level masters in the barracks, presumably this was also one of them.

Sure enough, the man walked up and watched the game with Youyu.

I saw that his dark military uniform was different, but the empty epaulettes on his shoulders made it impossible for Youyu to guess his identity. But the gray hair can tell his age, the deep eyes speak of his wisdom, and the raised corners of his mouth show his confidence...

There is no majesty on his body, and he looks like an old man with his hands behind his back, but there is a fish that can see from his afterglow an invincible belief that he is strategizing and under control.

This is very different from the person he has seen so far, because this is not the temperament of a king that ordinary superiors have, this person is not simple, and there are fish to judge!

The old man didn't care about the fish, and asked with a smile and kindly, "Little Daoist, do you guess which of them will win?" The old man's voice was thick and bright, giving people a sense of peace.

"I hope it's a swordsman. Youyu replied truthfully.

"Oh, why?" the old man asked curiously, interested!

"Because then I don't have to play... He can clearly remember the fire in his eyes when the senior of the Iron Sand Palm came down, and Captain Li looked at him.

"Hahahaha, it's interesting, it seems that Xiao Liu has taught another interesting disciple!" the old man said with a laugh. "But I don't agree with it, old man... ”

Hearing this, Youyu was confused, and he didn't understand what was going on, but unexpectedly, the old man waved his hand, and the fish flew up uncontrollably, and he ran Qi refining to untie the shackles.

only to find that the knife man had just been beaten out of the field, and there were fish connected seamlessly, which just landed in the center, and even Wei Shan, who was about to play on the side, did not react.

Youyu laughed and couldn't help but explain, but found that his original location was empty, and the old man didn't know where he had gone!

Ah。。。。。。h

No calamity, no calamity!