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After the first round, there will be a two-day off-season, after which the four-school competition will move on to the second round.

Zhao Chunliang did not leave early after the game, he had a supper with Duan Momo and a few others in the early hours of the morning, and then had a meeting that was not long or short.

Although the people in the competition group didn't care much about Zhou Shijun, it didn't mean that he was not at fault, so at the meeting, Zhou Shijun first made a self-review, and after the review, it was some plans for the competition that everyone connected.

And at the same time, on the other side.

Cui Ming, who vomited blood after being kicked by Zhao Chunliang, recovered a lot after being sent away from the garrison of a certain army, but Cui Ming looked very lonely sitting in the car.

He didn't expect that the force he was most proud of would be so vulnerable in front of Zhao Chunliang, who was known as the strongest in the competition of the four schools in so many worlds.

Cui Ming didn't blame his special function for being ineffective against Zhao Chunliang, because in his opinion, the special function was just some auxiliary means of fighting, and he still needed to use his fists to solve the problem in the end, and he was defeated this time because his skills were not as good as others.

Soon, Cui Ming was sent to a certain station of the Northwest Military Region in the capital.

What Hou Yuanwang said before was not to scare people, he really sent Cui Ming to military justice.

There are many kinds of so-called military legal treatments, such as closing a small black house and the like, and this kind of disposal can only be regarded as pediatric for Cui Ming. In order to make Cui Ming remember for a long time, Hou Yuanwang directly asked Cui Ming to be whipped.

The so-called flogging is to tie the hands behind the back and whip with a cowhide soaked in salt water.

Ordinary people have to lose half their lives if they smoke like this, and even soldiers who have been trained can't take a few pumps.

Cui Ming stood in the center of an open space, there were a total of two soldiers who carried out military law, and these two soldiers took turns wielding leather whips and whipping Cui Ming's body, and in just a few strokes, Cui Ming's body was already peeled open.

Surprisingly, Cui Ming didn't scream even a single word from beginning to end, he just closed his eyes and let the whip whip hit his body.

Doesn't he hurt? The whip was whipped on his body, and the pain wanted to make him faint, but he hid all the pain in his heart.

Any pain, shouted out, it doesn't hurt, only hide it in the heart, that is the most painful, Cui Ming wants to let himself remember this piercing pain, so that in the future he will always remind himself, don't fail, if you fail, you need to taste such pain again.

Because the second round of the competition was going to be held the day after tomorrow, Cui Ming was only whipped fifty lashes.

Don't look at fifty lashes is not much, when the military law is over, Cui Ming only took one step, passed out on the ground, and was then sent to the hospital.

"Even if you're a thorn, I'll clean you up!!" Hou Yuanwang watched Cui Ming being sent away coldly, full of disdain, he has been an officer for so many years, Hou Yuanwang has seen too many thorns, the so-called thorns, but they are not beaten enough, and if they are beaten enough, then the thorns are not thorns.

Zhao Chunliang's meeting was held until three o'clock in the morning.

"Okay, let's go back and rest early, take care of your spirits in the past two days, in the next round of competition, we can't make mistakes, if the people from the Northwest Military Academy take the first place in the next round, then we don't have to compare again!" Zhao Chunliang looked at everyone present solemnly, and after a pause, he said word by word, "Since I came to participate in this competition, I just wanted to take the first one, not for a day trip, understand?" ”

"Understood!" Everyone said yes in unison.

"Adjournment!" Zhao Chunliang waved his hand, and Zhou Shijun and the others left one after another, leaving only Duan Momo alone.

"I didn't let you play today, but I want to thank you." Seeing that there was no one, Duan Momo said to Zhao Chunliang a little embarrassed.

"Thank me for what?" Zhao Chunliang asked in surprise.

"You taught that Cui Ming a lesson, and it can be regarded as winning glory for our South China No. 1 Military Academy, if you weren't there, if you think about it, the rest of us shouldn't be his opponents, and if we were provoked by him, we can only watch." Duan Momo said.

"You don't have to be presumptuous." Zhao Chunliang smiled, "If you come in earnest, you may not be much weaker than that Cui Ming." ”

"Coming for real?" Duan Momo was a little puzzled by the meaning of Zhao Chunliang's words.

"It's just that you guys are fighting with real guns." Zhao Chunliang said casually, in fact, what he really meant was that if you didn't consider Cui Ming's special ability, Duan Momo and Cui Ming would have a dozen, after all, Cui Ming's special ability, unless it was against the innate people, if it was against other martial artists, it would definitely be able to compress the opponent's strength by more than 20 percent, and the two people who were originally evenly matched were likely to become one side and be completely suppressed in an instant.

Speaking of Cui Ming's special function, Zhao Chunliang thought of the Park Xinyan he met in Ao.

Both of them seem to have mastered some methods of controlling qi, but they have only mastered a little method, as if a person can say a few words, but can only say a few words, and there is no way to combine words into sentences.

Although he has only mastered a little method, for those who don't know this method at all, the gap caused by this little method is already huge, and the innate martial artist who is proficient in all the methods is enough to turn the gap into the difference between heaven and earth.

It is no wonder that innate martial artists can crush ordinary martial artists, because the means they have mastered are already a bit beyond the common sense of human beings.

"That Cui Ming will always make people feel terrified." Duan Momo frowned and said, "Actually, I won't be afraid of anyone, but I don't know why, I feel very depressed when I see him." ”

"I guess it's a psychological relationship, he's the king of soldiers in the Northwest Army!" Zhao Chunliang said with a smile, he didn't bother to explain to Duan Momo what kind of control is zhì qi, if he said to ordinary people that a person can control the air around him, he would definitely be regarded as a madman.

"Maybe." Although Duan Momo still had doubts, it was already early in the morning, so she decided to go back and rest first, so after saying goodbye to Zhao Chunliang, she left.

Zhao Chunliang also couldn't wait to leave, he took a car to the airport, and then boarded the private plane that had been prepared for a long time, and flew to the city where Wu Mei was.

He promised Wu Mei to appear by Wu Mei's side when Wu Mei woke up.

At this time, in the hotel where Wu Mei was.

Su Aman sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes slightly closed.

He didn't sleep, but felt the qi around him.

Almost every innate martial artist needs to constantly feel the qi around them, so that they can have a higher degree of integration with qi, so that they can control qi more vigorously and control a wider range.

This is called meditation, and it is also called meditation.

When entering the meditation, the spirit of the innate martial artist will increase little by little, so often the innate martial artist enters the meditation all night, and when he gets up in the morning, he is full of energy, because entering the meditation is a better way to rest and practice than sleeping.

That's when it happened.

Ding-dong.

At the end of the corridor not far away, the elevator door suddenly opened.

A middle-aged man walked out of the door.

The middle-aged man's face was gloomy, and after walking out of the door, he walked straight to Su Aman, who was not far away.

Su Aman's eyes slowly opened, and then he stood up from the ground.

"What about the man who killed my son?!" The middle-aged man asked through gritted teeth, with boundless anger on his body, as if he was going to devour people alive.

"Son?" Su Aman was slightly stunned, and then found that this middle-aged man was a little familiar, and after thinking about it carefully, Su Aman found that this middle-aged man was very similar to the person named Xue Yifan who was killed by himself before.

Could it be that this person is Xue Yifan's Laozi?

"Who are you?" Su Aman asked.

"Me? I'm Xue Yifan's Laozi! The middle-aged man's answer confirmed Su Aman's thoughts.

"Xue Yifan?" Su Aman sneered and said, "Kill the small one, and the big one comes out?" ”

"You killed my son?!" The middle-aged man said angrily, "Lao Tzu must break your body into ten thousand pieces today!" ”

"Just you?" Su Ah looked at each other with disdain, his fingers together, and the boundless air began to surge.

At this moment, Su Aman's eyes suddenly widened.

He saw a scene that stunned him, the middle-aged man's eyes suddenly flashed with a blue light!

The pitch-black pupils seemed to flash in an instant.

What is this?

Su Aman was shocked that something was wrong, and he raised his hand and just wanted to subdue the person in front of him, when suddenly, a sense of powerlessness suddenly came.

Su Ah stumbled violently, fell directly to the ground, and then had no strength to get up.

"What's going on?!" Su Aman raised his head hard and looked at the other party.

At this time, the middle-aged man had already come to Su Aman's side.

"You can kill my son just because you are a child?" The middle-aged man looked at Su Aman condescendingly, gritted his teeth and said, "Aren't you carrying the black pot for others?" Who is the person in this room, and is it the real murderer? ”

"I killed people." Su Aman's lips trembled and said, "If you want to avenge your son, kill me." ”

"Looks like you don't want me in this door?" The middle-aged man sneered, suddenly raised his foot and stomped on Su Aman's head.

With a bang, Su Aman was powerless to resist at all, and was directly stomped on the face, and the nosebleed gushed out of his nostrils.

"What's going on... Why don't you have any strength at all? Su Aman tried hard to clench his fists, but he found that he had no strength at all, and the qi around him seemed to have become ethereal because of his powerlessness, and he could only barely control the qi around him that was less than ten centimeters.

"Isn't it strange that your strength is suddenly gone?" The middle-aged man squatted down, grabbed Su Aman's hair, and pulled it up hard, lifting Su Aman's whole person up.

"Do you think that if you are congenital, you are invincible in the world?" The middle-aged man looked at Su Aman coldly, as if he was looking at a dead man.