This made the tyrant tiger startled, and then he looked happy.

The knife slashed down like a slicing space, slashing towards the Tyrant Tiger. Tyrant Tiger pulled out a large knife and took it towards Bai Feng's knife.

"Ding~~"

A piercing and long sound came, and suddenly Bai Feng's knife was cut in two.

The knife in the hands of the Violent Tiger has spiritual power attached, while the knife in Bai Feng's hand has no spiritual power at all. What's more, Bai Feng still kept his hand, but he just burst out of his momentum, and the rest did not show the slightest.

"Hahaha, okay. Enter the Tyrant Tiger Camp!" The majestic voice of the Tyrant Tiger came, and judging from his face, he was probably very happy.

However, there are too few Spirit Yuan Realms that can be like Bai Feng. Tyrant Tiger is sure that under his training, a talent like Bai Feng will definitely make a difference.

The spirit Yuan Realm in his twenties is not too late. A normal monk has a lifespan of eighty or ninety, and at the age of forty or fifty, he is still considered in the prime of life. In your twenties, it is a good time to cultivate.

Now Tyrant Tiger is also forty-eight years old, he was born in a poor family, and only when he was in his twenties did he get a elixir and became a monk. After joining the army, he was lucky to survive, and then he got more resources and was successfully promoted to a strong spiritual base. It's not entirely that he was lucky, but also what he worked so hard for!

After speaking, the violent tiger still confirmed Bai Feng's cultivation, and the heavy big hand was on Bai Feng's shoulder, and the spiritual power was slowly injected.

Bai Feng also felt the spiritual power of the violent tiger entering his body, and his spiritual power was like a bloodthirsty beast, violently wanting to devour the foreign spiritual power. But fortunately, Bai Feng was prepared again in his heart, and immediately controlled his spiritual power, so he drew them into a trace and fed them back to the Violent Tiger.

Although the Violent Tiger had some strange feelings in his heart, the spiritual power fluctuations that came were indeed only in the early stage of the Spirit Yuan Realm. But he also knew that Bai Feng's cultivation in the early stage of the Spirit Yuan Realm was different, and the spiritual power that was fed back to him had an extremely pure and strong feeling. But it can't prove anything, it can only be said that Bai Feng has a solid foundation.

The Tiger nodded at him, then handed him a piece of leather armor and motioned for him to leave.

Bai Feng took the leather armor and left the tent. There was only one Wang Dashun left in the tent, but Bai Feng had already left far away at this time.

For Wang Dashun, he will not worry. Wang Dashun's cultivation so hard, coupled with Bai Feng's resources, is naturally not weak. Moreover, most of the Lingyuan Realm monks were able to pass the test easily, and a very few were not allowed to join the army. Like Wang Dashun, he must be able to succeed. So, Bai Feng is not worried.

There were two guards at the entrance of the barracks, one holding a big knife and the other holding a spear, standing straight, the sun pierced their pores like fire, sweat had already soaked their clothes, and even their eyes were covered with salty and bitter sweat, and the skin on their faces was like roasted red shrimp, a little terrifying. But they remained motionless, their swords and spears in their hands straight, and their military posture was also proportionate.

When the two saw the leather armor in Bai Feng's hand, they didn't stop him. Bai Feng entered the camp very smoothly, and when he looked closely, those large and small tents were like roads. The interval between them just forms a road that is not too big or too small.

In front of the road, there was a sign.

There are six main roads in total, which lead to five battalions and one miscellaneous barracks.

Bai Feng swept over at a glance and saw the road sign of the Violent Tiger Camp. Then, he stepped into it.

At this moment, it is time to separate from Xuanyuan Yu, and the subsequent development will all depend on himself. However, Bai Feng thought that since he had agreed to Xuanyuan Yu to join the gang, he still had to help him. As for what resources and the like, Bai Feng has long forgotten. He is not a greedy person for money and profit, but he still has a good impression of Xuanyuan Yu for having left a hand on him and not seriously hurting him. What's more, he is the prince of a country, and he is willing to put down his body and invite him to be a little shrimp, which is not considered a subordinate, which has already made Bai Feng's heart settle.

Although this guy is not a friend, he is pleasing to the eye, so I will try my best to help him.

Those white tents, large and small, there were hundreds, at least Bai Feng was too lazy to count, but he still walked for a while before arriving at the camp of the Violent Tiger Camp. In fact, the camps are also connected to each other, but they are separated by a fence.

But each camp is more than 1,000 acres in size. There are different training sites, such as a horse farm, such as a small woodland, like a hill, a small lake, and so on.

Bai Feng could see a lot of soldiers training outside the Tiger camp, sweat like rain, swaying on the ground, growing green grass, but it would soon become scorched and yellow.

There was another man at the entrance of the Tiger Camp, sitting in the shade of a tree and resting. In fact, looking at his appearance, he doesn't look like a strong man. With an apple in his hand, he was watching the soldiers in the distance, practicing.

This person is a living member. There is only one person in the entire Tyrant Tiger Battalion, and all the supplies have passed through him. Every day's food is distributed by him to the Huotou Army, he is usually very idle, but when he is busy, he is like an old cow, tired and often can't straighten his waist.

Of course, his role was not to march to war.

He sat under the tree and ate the apple, and seemed to feel something, so he looked at Bai Feng. Then he put down the apple in his hand and walked slowly towards Bai Feng.

When he got closer, Bai Feng saw this person clearly. This person's face is delicate, but the whole person looks messy, gray-headed, and unkempt.

Bai Feng didn't care either, and asked, "Big brother, I'm a new soldier, what do I need to do now?"

The man smiled, showing a mouthful of white teeth. He looked kind and said, "I'm a life member, I'll assign a team for you." ”

He thought for a moment, then said, "The ninety-eighth team, currently ten people, is a newly established team, you can go there." By the way, what's your name, I'll register it for you. ”

As he spoke, he took out an old yellow notebook and a fine brush out of nowhere.

"My name is Bai Feng and I am twenty-two years old. In the early stage of the Lingyuan Realm, he was good at using knives. Also, just now the uncle at the recruiting office said that I was an ironclad soldier. ”

The clerk sneered, glanced at Bai Feng with a strange expression, and then lowered his head and muttered down Bai Feng's information.

Of course, he is not afraid of Bai Feng's falsification, because there are records in the enlistment office.

Bai Feng also saw the strange expression of the life clerk, and didn't say anything.

After remembering, the clerk said to Bai Feng: "Follow me!"

Then the clerk walked towards a large tent nearby.

The big tent was more than three times larger than the rest of the tents, and when he walked in and looked, Bai Feng found that it was all filled with some supplies. There is food, there is meat, there is clothing, there are gold coins, it is simply a big treasure trove.

He dug around and pulled out two thin linen trousers, saying that they were for him to change.

Then he was also given some household utensils and given him twenty gold coins.

"This is your first month's salary, and you can continue to pay your military salary next month. ”

Twenty gold coins is nothing to Bai Feng. But for low-level monks, a hundred gold coins can be exchanged for a first-grade elixir, which can be said to be a very good treatment for them.

No wonder, many monks were willing to join the army. The threshold for becoming a soldier is not high, but the treatment is very good. The only thing to note is that being a soldier is a very dangerous profession compared to other professions, and it is easy to lose your life at every turn.

However, twenty gold coins, for an ordinary family, is a year's worth of living expenses.

If they died in the war, the state will also provide subsidies to ensure that the soldiers' families can survive. This can be said to be very humane, and it is precisely because of this that so many people are attracted to join the army.

Then, the clerk told Bai Feng his dormitory number, which was ninety-eight, and asked Bai Feng to put away his belongings and enter the training.

Bai Feng walked for most of the day before he found the dormitory No. 98. As big as the other tents, when you enter it, you find that the environment inside is harsh.

The quilt was folded well, but the smell almost made Bai Feng faint. The smell of sweat, feet, and fox is mixed together, and it goes straight into the nostrils of Bai Feng.

These soldiers and ruffians really don't like to be clean. Bai Feng scolded secretly in his heart and began to place his daily necessities.

But after looking for a long time, I barely found a small corner and put down my daily necessities. In fact, those soldiers' things are not messy, they are dirty, they are smelly.

Bai Feng secretly cheered in his heart: "Exercise your will, exercise your will!"

The bedding was actually a softer cloth, and there was not even a cushion on the bed, only some hay that the soldiers had picked up themselves.

The beds were laid flat on a pile, which was actually a large plank with a few bars cut. Bai Feng glanced at it and knew that there were a total of twelve beds.

Find a corner position, remove the quilt of the person next to you, and put the cover on it.

After glancing at the entire dormitory in disgust, Bai Feng quickly changed his clothes and ran to the living staff.

The clerk nodded and led him to a squad that was training hotly.

The team was carrying a weighted frog jump, and everyone was sweating profusely from training, and countless drops of sweat were left like a waterfall.

Although these people also have a few recruits, at first glance, it is completely impossible to see the difference between these recruits and veterans. It's all a swarthy lump, how can you see the difference?

These people are all strong, muscular, and full of strength. Now, Bai Feng can also understand the smell of the dormitory.

The clerk walked up to them and shouted, "Ninety-eight!

Then the soldiers stood in unison, straight in the sun.

A soldier standing at the head of the line walked out of the line vigorously, stood straight outside the line, and gave a military salute to the living staff.

"Hello clerk, do you have any instructions!"

The clerk was not as lazy as Bai Feng had just seen, and shouted loudly: "This one next to me is a recruit who has joined your ninety-eighth team!" Bai Feng, introduce yourself. ”

Bai Feng nodded, took a step slowly, and said unhurriedly: "My name is Bai Feng, twenty-two years old, and I am in the early stage of cultivating to the Spirit Yuan Realm. ”

The team leader frowned, looked at the life clerk with some confusion, and then shifted his gaze, looked at Bai Feng and said, "Didn't you eat!"