Three days later, in the morning, the lookout posts on the periphery of the Biansai Military Academy found a convoy of luxurious wagons in the churning yellow sand. After the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info was determined to be an international martial arts exchange group, under the leadership of Fang Yan's father, Director Fang, the Biansai Military Academy prepared in advance and organized a simple welcome ceremony. When the motorcade drove into the compound of the military academy, Director Fang took some of the cadets to set up a welcome formation in the center of the large playground, and randomly pulled up a banner that read, "Welcome the International Martial Arts Exchange Group to the Biansai Military Academy for a discussion."

Sixty or seventy people came down from these cars one after another, all of them were strangely shaped, some of these people wrapped themselves in cloaks, some naked and exposed metal skin, some were covered with strips of cloth, some were more than two meters tall, and their bodies were covered with hair, and a few were not tall, but they either had sharp claws, or showed sharp teeth, in short, few of them were normal people. In front of these people was a tall soldier of country A with a metal coating on his skin like a pictogram, and although Director Fang was extremely reluctant, he still took the lead in greeting him, and out of politeness, he said dryly in Chinese: "Hello, I am Fang Zheng, the teaching director of the Biansai Military Academy, welcome to everyone." The soldier of country A returned a military salute arrogantly and said in blunt Esperanto: "Hello, I am the head of this exchange group, Lieutenant Colonel Horst, and an instructor of the Aerospace Mechanization Military Academy. Why didn't your headmaster come out to greet us personally? Just let you, a little director, look down on us. ”

With a click, the banner of the so-called welcome ceremony was thrown out of the crowd, Fang Zheng's face was also very ugly, and he endured it before he said: "Our country has always treated people with courtesy, since you don't need to be treated politely, then please, we don't welcome you here." Horst glanced down at Fang Zheng and said: "We didn't expect you to welcome it, because we are here to challenge you, what is the first power in force, we have surpassed you after so many years of hard work, just like hundreds of years ago, we will trample you and your country under our feet." ”

The reason why the Frontier Military Academy cannot rank first among the military academies in the country is that this military academy, from the principal to the cadets, all emphasize military force and ignore literature, and it has always used military force to subdue people. Because of living in this boring environment for a long time, everyone has a fiery temper, and it is because of this that I quit being a monk that I don't live in the school. Fang Zheng is still a person in the school who can skim a few sentences and has a relatively gentle temperament, but for the provocation of this devil in country A, Fang Zheng couldn't help it, took a deep breath and asked: "Okay, may I ask Mr. Horst, are you representing your country, the military academy, or your personal meaning?" If you are representing your country, I would like you to retract what you have just said, and if you are representing you personally, I would welcome you very much, because we can welcome you freely. ”

Hahahaha, Horst looked up to the sky and laughed: "Okay, let's do what you mean, we just represent our collective, not our country, I want to see how you welcome us?" On a hillside in the distance, Qiao Mengde, the monk and Liu Wuyi and a few others sat opposite each other, although they were far away, but Horst spoke loudly, and Qiao Mengde and the others were also very skillful, so they heard their conversation clearly, Liu Wuyi asked depressedly:" Principal Qiao, it's strange even if you all have this kind of temper, all of you are like seafood. The monk didn't understand: "This poor monk doesn't understand, what does temper have to do with seafood?" Liu Wuyi continued: "Fierce." Qiao Mengde said yearningly: "Yes, the people who came out back then were like this, and I haven't seen those old brothers for several years." "Amitabha. The monk stood up in the direction of the playground and said, "It seems that the poor monk has taken a trip, is it done according to the original plan?" Qiao Mengde, Liu Wuyi and the others stood up: "There is Master Lao, but this time the matter does not seem to be very good, in order not to let the students be harmed, it can only be done like this." After quitting the monk, he said: "It's good that the donors think about the students so much, the poor monks go first, and the donors will follow slowly." After saying that, he didn't see any movement, just walked over lightly, and approached the playground in a blink of an eye.

At this time, the top of the playground was facing Horst, Horst folded his hands, shook his head and made a "cluck, cluck" sound, and said arrogantly: "If you don't mind, Director Fang, I want to ask you for advice." Fang Zheng took off his hat, loosened the button on the collar of his military uniform, stretched his muscles and said, "I want to see what is unique about the so-called metal transformation of your country A." The instructors and students behind the two of them automatically stepped back, consciously flashing a large open space, one is to give two people enough space, and the other no one wants to be injured accidentally, the two people in this competition are kung fu, not ordinary students, in case they are injured by mistake, it is not cost-effective.

The air gradually became tense, and at this moment of imminent triggering, "Amitabha." The monk interrupted the momentum of both sides, Horst looked down at the monk, who looked at the monk, who looked no momentum, medium height, wearing a half-draped and half-hung tattered monk's robe, but it was very clean, his head was shaved, he couldn't see his age, he hung a large string of prayer beads around his neck, a small string of prayer beads in his hand, broken monk shoes, white leggings, he looked ordinary, ordinary standing there, and he couldn't see any master's momentum. Horst said disdainfully: "This monk, this is a martial arts arena, not a place for people like you, if you want to live longer, you better stay away from here, in case you accidentally die here, don't say I didn't warn you." The monk didn't move, just stood there and said: "Amitabha, this donor, the poor monk has quit, and I hope that the donor will turn away the anger on his body, let go of the grudge in his heart, and turn the two sides into jade silk, wouldn't it be better?"

Some students who have never seen the monk who have quit and don't know the strength of the monk who have quit can't help but exclaim, the monk who quit still standing there, seeing the fist to the chest, only to recite a Buddha horn, gently turned to one side, Horst's blow full of metal power flashed so calmly, Horst was shocked, but his hands did not stop, his hands poured into the monk like a storm, and the monk who quit every time was to avoid it. Hahahaha, Horst laughed while attacking: "Monk, it's useless for you to dodge like this, my physical strength will not be exhausted, and as long as you are not careful, you will die if you are punched by me." "Amitabha. After quitting, the monk still folded his hands and avoided unhurriedly: "Since the donor is so obsessed, the poor monk has no choice but to help the donor stop." Hahahaha, Horst smirked: "Yes, I want to see, how can you help me stop?"

When Horst saw that the monk did not move, he put on a full shelf, and used all his strength to fight the monk who had been ordained, and when he saw that he was about to hit the monk, Horst suddenly remembered that in some films in country C, this kind of monk will withdraw his body when his fist hits his body, and then push it back, borrow his own strength to bounce himself back, and may knock his body away, or sprain his wrist and other actions. Although he has a half-metal body, Horst doesn't want to take the risk. Thinking about it like this, Horst couldn't help but lose a point in strength, and sure enough, when it hit the body of the monk who had quit, the body of the monk moved, not as Horst thought, but flashed to the side, at this moment, Horst couldn't help but feel glad that he didn't do his best, and hurriedly withdrew his hand, preparing to retreat and attack again, "Amitabha." After quitting the monk and chanting the Buddha's horn in Horst, Horst only felt that he was tripped by the monk under his feet, and his body staggered down, and he was just about to stand firm, and the monk gave a deep bow to Horst. If Horst stood up straight, his figure was about a head taller than that of the monk, but he was tripped by the monk, Horst's body was crooked, and his waist was a little bent, and as soon as the monk bowed his head, his head hit Horst's nose, and Horst only felt that his nose was sore, and tears flowed down.

Country A, after research, has transformed the bodies of its own army soldiers and developed metal technology, which can implant metal in the outer layer of the body to form a protective shell. An officer-level person like Horst has just integrated metal into his muscles, making it truly invulnerable, but no matter how he transforms it, his nervous system is still retained, unlike a real robot that has no senses. In addition to the deep internal kung fu, Shaolin pays the most attention to the external kung fu, and I don't know how hard the monk's head is, and he slammed Horst's metal nose crookedly, which will make Comrade Horst only feel that his nose is sore and painful, tears are professing, and he doesn't know whether it hurts or sour, and he squats on the ground and never thinks about it again. After quitting the monk, he still maintained the posture of prostrating: "Amitabha, very good, very good, Lord Horst is really a trustworthy person, and he really stopped." ”

After a long time, Horst relieved himself, the tears stopped flowing for the time being, his nose was still sore and painful, he stood up, touched his nerves again, and the tears flowed down again. Horst was ruthless, and punched his nose, and the effect was really good, and the nose that was integrated into the metal was good, and he was hit right by this punch. Horst stopped his tears, although he didn't dare to do anything with the monk who had been ordained, but he still looked at the monk viciously and asked, "Who are you?" The monk still maintained a posture of salutation and said: "The poor monk is just a monk, but Tianju is a small instructor in the military academy, and he can't get into the eyes of the donor, just because he can't bear to see the monk take the initiative, so he comes out to dissuade him, and he doesn't want to be heavy for a while, sin, sin." "you MD. Horst even learned to scold: "You think you can stop our challenge with one instructor? Well, let's have a competition between our students and your students. "Horst originally wanted to play tricks, as soon as he looked down and saw the bald head of the monk who quit shaking in front of his eyes, there was a shadow in the psychological invisibility, and some of them were weak, so he changed his words to let the students compete, so that the monks who quit would not be able to do it with the students because of their identity, the students on their side gathered the elite of ten countries, each of them is the elite of the elite, not to mention that they can move mountains and reclaim the sea, but there are still kung fu to destroy gold and stones, and the river is reversed, like this combination, generally only ten people can eliminate a well-equipped thousand-person special forces, and some still have some poisons on their bodies, secret medicines or something, and use them at critical moments, which will have a peculiar effect. In Horst's impression, an organization like the Biansai Military Academy has only a few elite-level figures at most, and it is not the opponent of his dozens of elite cadets at all, not to mention that the strength of some cadets has surpassed that of the instructor, as long as people of the level of monks quit and do not make a move, their own side can be said to be victorious.