In the training camp, everything is learned for the purpose of killing. Use the most effective, concise, powerful, and psychological pressure free way to kill.

Therefore, they work hard to train their physical fitness and build their strength every day. Every physical training is a breakthrough in the physical limit. Physical training is the biggest nightmare, because every time I throw myself on the bed like a dead dog and wait for death.

The cultural knowledge course is mainly the doctrine of the Sutra teaching, and the most talked about is the "Sutra of Light". The lecturer was an old-fashioned old man, a Manichaean fundamentalist fanatic, who prayed for ten minutes every day at the beginning of the lesson. He also preached that the entire human empire should be purified and reborn in the flames.

Whenever this happens, Xuanyuan Qingyu will keep reciting in his heart, "Almighty and merciful God of Creation, please, accept this madman."

The theoretical classes of cultivation are also very boring, and every day is full of those theories, and there is nothing new about them. In the later period, theory classes no longer talk about theory, but teach the knowledge of weapons. Although cold weapons are simple, there are many types, and there are also many mechanical types, such as all kinds of crossbow arrows and hidden weapons.

These are far more interesting than boring theories, and they require hands-on experimentation. Even if Xuanyuan Qingyu wanted to hide and not show himself, he still won the first place steadily. The crossbow arrows he made were not much better than the standard crossbow arrows of the imperial state.

The actual combat class is the most murderous.

The actual combat classes here do not teach any advanced combat skills. In the beginning, it was to strike at the iron and wood stakes, and every day he had to throw 10,000 punches, and each time the flesh was blurred. The next day, wrap the bandage and continue to punch.

Later, it was a two-person fight in pairs, without leaving hands, and fighting to the death. Every time such a fight is made, more than a dozen people die at the hands of the opponent, and many more are injured.

The coach encouraged this kind of fight, and they would stand on the sidelines and whistle, and some would make bets. In their minds, only by going through this tempering of blood and fire can they become true knights of Manichaeism.

Because of such ferocity, every time Xuanyuan Qingyu had to go all out, even if he fought against Zhao Feilong, he had to do his best. He didn't want to put his life on the mercy of others.

Maybe it's because he has demon blood in his body, his strength is far better than ordinary people, and the strength of his body is also very accessible. This gave him a great advantage, and with this advantage, he sat firmly in the position of the actual combat boss of this class.

As for the prayer class every night, it's something that God is talking about. He did it with great piety, and his face was filled with the joy of bathing in the glory of the god of light. Every time I share, I make others sobble.

In this prayer class, he is always the first, and he will never hide this achievement. With this result, he has an excellent impression in the hearts of all coaches, which greatly reduces the danger of him being killed for no reason.

In fact, every night in prayer, he cursed Mani, the great God of Light. Fuck the god of light, it has almost become a mantra in my heart. In addition to cursing the god of light, he prayed to the god of creation and confessed that he had strayed into Manichaeism. Ask the God of Creation to show his power quickly and send his angels to deliver him from the sea of suffering.

Whenever I lie on the bunk in the dead of night, I think back on the hardships of more than a year and find that I have grown. In the ordeal, he learned to disguise, he learned to be cunning, he learned to deceive.

It wasn't who he wanted to be, but he had to be the person he hated. For if he did not, he would be dead. In order to survive, you always have to pay.

Today, there is a break every fifteen days, and you can skip any classes on this day, and you can lie in bed all day, as many people do. The bed is their paradise at this time.

They always joke: "Heaven may be a big bed with a warm quilt, you can sleep whenever you want, it is not hot in summer, and it is not cold in winter." ”

Xuanyuan Qingyu didn't have this habit, he still got up when he was familiar with it, and started the day's physical morning training, accompanied by Zhao Feilong.

The two sides were running long distances with weights, and they were chatting with each other.

"Wyvern, did you think your father could find this place?"

"Yes, I have a feeling that my dad is coming. We must hold on, we must be strong to live. ”

"Yes, you have to live. The world is big, and we have many places to go. ”

"When the time comes, we will go together, and we will be brothers for life. ”

The promise of a young man is always the purest.

After the physical training, the two took a walk on the playground. There were several students from the large class walking towards them, they looked at the two of them coldly, and one of them spread his legs and said, "The students of the small class, drill through here." ”

This kind of boring provocation is always unexpected, and it is natural for the big class to bully the small class, as long as no one is killed, the coaches will not stand out for anyone.

Although Xuanyuan Qingyu sat firmly in the top spot of the small class, he was also taught a few times by the people in the big class, and each time he was beaten all over his body. This kind of humiliation is also an experience of growing up.

Zhao Feilong glared angrily, his fists clenched, and he made a loud noise. Xuanyuan Qingyu gently pulled him and shook his head slightly.

The Taipan was a little impatient, and urged, "Boy, what are you rubbing?"

Xuanyuan Qingyu smiled and nodded, "It's coming, it's coming." ”

As he spoke, he bent down and made the appearance of trying to get under his crotch. He was hunched low, blocking everyone's view with his back. When the head is about to touch the crotch of the person, the hands reach out violently, grabbing the person's lower yin and going away.

This person smiled coldly and said: "The carving insect is a small plan, and he dares to be ugly." ”

The hand that reached out was caught by this person with his thigh. And Xuanyuan Qingyu's probe hand was just a disguise, and his other hand, when his waist protruded, lightning slashed, and a cold light pierced the sky like a meteor.

A blood arrow erupted, and there was a crack in the throat of this person in Taipan, and the blood tasted like a fountain. He clutched his throat and muttered something, but he couldn't say the whole thing.

Between the fingers of Xuanyuan Qingyu's fist, there was a small knife. The knife is like an orchid leaf, narrow and long, and the blade is thin and tough. On the shiny edge, there was a drop of residual blood.

There were also two people in the class, angry and frightened. One of them yelled, "Stinky boy, you actually killed him!"

Xuanyuan Qingyu smiled, smiled very coldly, very hideous, and said: "There are people killing people all the time here, is there anything unusual? Otherwise, you will die with us, or, when I have the opportunity, I will definitely kill you." Are you going to continue?"

The faces of several people in the large class changed, the rules of the training camp, the small class killed the big class, not guilty, and should be rewarded. And when the big class kills the little class, he is guilty, and the crime deserves death.

This perverted rule may be the only humane rule in the training camp.

The dispute was resolved in this way, and Xuanyuan Qingyu's notoriety also spread, such a notoriety, instead of stopping the Taipan people, more people provoked him.

He fought thirteen consecutive battles in one day, killing three and wounding four, and the other six, he was wounded and defeated. Seven wins and six losses, which is a pretty good result.

Every time he fights, he doesn't have many moves, it's a set of two-legged chain kicks, and with each kick, the power is like a mountain of seas. With this set of chain kicks, he can kick sixteen legs, one leg must be strong. As long as the opponent is forced back by his first leg, he will not be able to receive sixteen consecutive kicks from him.

Of course, if he takes his sixteen consecutive kicks, he's going to lose. But his resistance is also very strong, exchanging injuries for injuries, fighting for life, and he will always be the final victor.

This time, almost all the coaches were watching the thirteen challenges. Coach Hu, who teaches the practical class of the small class, boasted to the people around him with a proud face: "This is the student taught by Lao Tzu, do you see it, in order to make him play this sixteen-legged chain kick, I didn't work hard." Everyone else pouted, and no one believed his nonsense.