Seeing that the target was getting closer and closer, the ferocity in Yu Wenshi's eyes was getting stronger and stronger, he had had enough of this arrogant young man, this time, he didn't have the slightest reserve of strength, he went all out, and he must kill with one blow.

Although Yu Wenshi did not take the two superpowers in his eyes, However, this is not the home of the Huns, and after revealing his identity, he did not dare to stay for a long time, after all, there is also a super strong golden gourd god here.

No one can ignore the Golden Melon Heavenly God, and neither can Yuwen Shi!

The goal is getting closer!

Yu Wenshi's fist tore through the air, enveloping a radius of dozens of zhang, Zhou Sen will have no way to escape!

Suddenly, Yu Wenshi saw Zhou Sen's face.

It was a meaningful face.

It was a face full of banter.

Why did he have such an expression?

Not good!

A hint of alarm arose.

Sneak attack!

Yu Wenshi turned his head suddenly, and was suddenly shocked, only to see three steel arrows shooting over like ghosts, in the distance, is a smiling face of Fan Nicker, that face, also full of playful smiles, in the hands of Fan Nick, there is a horn bow......

Where did she get her bow?

A trace of doubt rose in Yu Wenshi's mind, but he clearly remembered that he did not hesitate to use witchcraft under the prohibition of the Dark Forest, and spent a huge amount of strength to destroy the opponent's bow, and the items on the girl's body were clear at a glance, and there could be no second bow at all.

Everything happened in the lightning and fire, and Yu Wenshi didn't have time to think about it at all, because the three silent and death-like steel arrows were already close at hand.

"Ahh

Yu Wenshi let out a long roar that rushed into the sky, and he was rushing towards Zhou Sen's body and suddenly swirled, and the huge power accumulated in his fist changed the direction violently, and slammed into the three sharp arrows.

Fan'er's arrow is very strong, but it is not as strong as Yuwenshi's fist, you must know that Yuwenshi is second only to the existence of Master Yerong, the king of martial arts.

Under the invincible fist wind, three silent ghost-like steel arrows seemed to be struck by an invisible force, cracking from the inside and turning into thousands of debris.

A hint of pride flashed in Yu Wenshi's eyes, but this trace of pride was frozen forever......

Yu Wenshi felt his neck cold, and then, he found that his head was uncontrollably spinning in the air, and in the process of turning, he saw the stunned gaze in the eyes of those soldiers in Wuchao City, and he saw the incredible expressions of the two superpowers, He saw a familiar body standing on the sand, It was a body without a head......

No head......

Yu Wenshi wanted to open his mouth, but he couldn't open it, he couldn't make a sound, and then, he heard a muffled sound of "Peng", it seemed that his head hit the gravel ground, and immediately, a heavy footstep came step by step.

Yu Wenshi saw a face that he hated deeply, and that face was full of pleasant banter.

"I said I was going to hang your head above the gates of Wuchao City!"

Zhou Sen grabbed the pale curly hair, and the head of Yu Wenshi was raised, staring at the gray eyes.

Looking at those eyes, Yuwen Shi's divine sense struggled, he still had a glimmer of hope, he was second only to the king of martial arts, Ye Rong, he could abandon this body, but, immediately, Yu Wen Shi felt that he had fallen into a bottomless abyss, because, he saw a monk, a fierce monk, the monk was like a huge black bat, and the open robe covered the entire sky, he had no way to escape......

Evil spirits!

Yu Wenshi was desperate, and that trace of despair was fleeting, because the greedy monk couldn't wait to devour this gluttonous meal.

"Good stuff!"

Shi Dan led the dance in Zhou Sen's divine consciousness, and immediately, without waiting for Zhou Sen to answer, he disappeared without a trace, it was obvious that he was going to concentrate on refining the spirit of death in Yuwen History.

"It's okay." Zhou Sen looked at Fan'er.

"I'll be fine if you're okay." Fan'er wiped away the shocking blood stains from the corner of her mouth.

"Haha, come, let Master Ben hug!" Zhou Sen carried Yuwenshi's head, full of spirit.

"Here ......"

Fan Nick hesitated for a moment, but still walked to Zhou Sen's side with a blushing face, and let Zhou Sen hug him.

"Let's go!"

Zhou Sen put the thick-backed long knife on his back, holding the head in one hand and Fan Nick in the other, his long hair was flying, and he strode towards Wuchao City, not looking at the two superpowers not far from him.

The two superpowers glanced at each other, and they naturally saw that Zhou Sen was dissatisfied with their lack of timely rescue. The two of them were secretly vigilant, this guy's cultivation was average, but he had a good understanding with that woman, and his tacit understanding had reached an extremely terrifying level, in case he was an enemy, he had to pay attention to the woman who was brilliant in archery.

Bang!

In a thrilling crash, the heavy gate of Wuchao City was opened, and countless soldiers in iron armor poured out.

What do they do?

Zhou Sen, who had not yet reached the city gate, couldn't help but be stunned.

Suddenly, there was a burst of blood-boiling drum music, and a blood-red carpet stretched from the city gate to a distance of less than twenty zhang in front of Zhou Sen.

"Zhou Sen, who are you?" Fan Nick looked at Zhou Sen coquettishly, with a dissatisfied expression.

"I'm a real chef." Zhou Sen smiled bitterly.

"Can a chef use such a big show?"

"I'm really ......" Facing Fan'er's questioning, Zhou Sen was about to collapse.

"Well, trust you for now." Seeing Zhou Sen's collapsed expression, Fan Nick smiled.

Seeing that he walked on the red carpet, and on both sides were ironclad soldiers with eyes like knives, Fan Nicker was photographed by this Xiao Kill's military appearance, and did not dare to make a sound, and hurriedly snuggled up to Zhou Sen.

This was the first time that Fan Ni'er had a close encounter with the soldiers of the Han Empire.

Suddenly, Van Nick had a feeling that this was an invincible army.

Finally, under the gaze of thousands of ironclad soldiers, the two walked under the gate of Wuchao City, and Zhou Sen saw many familiar faces, including Brother Hao, Jin Xiaopang in the kitchen, and blacksmith......

Zhou Sen is a hero who has returned triumphantly.

Yu Wenshi's head hung above the city gate, and his identity was also made public.

When Yuwenshi's identity was announced, it caused a shock in Wuchao City, because many people in Wuchao City were victimized by Yuwenshi back then. When the news of Yuwenshi's beheading reached the Huns in the grassland, it caused a sensation, and countless people applauded.

At the same time, Zhou Sen's notoriety in the grassland is already far and wide.

After assassinating Queen Zuo Xian in front of countless masters, he calmly escaped, and then rescued the Yijian master Fan Nick under the noses of countless masters, and then killed the notorious Yuwen Shi on the spot in Wuchao City, and cut off his head and hung it high in Wuchao City, any one of them is enough to cause a sensation, not to mention, these three things happened to Zhou Sen alone.

In the prairie, Zhou Sen became a bad guy who did all kinds of evil, and his notoriety even surpassed that of Yuwen Shi.

In the prairie, if there is a child crying and can't sleep at night, as long as Zhou Sen's name is mentioned, it will immediately become quiet......

……

Zhou Sen didn't bother to care about some notoriety, after all, he himself was a figure on the list of bandits, the problem was that he not only had notoriety, he also became a peerless thief in the world, and he drugged the well-known grassland Yijian master Fan Nicker X......

If Zhou Sen doesn't care about notoriety, then some rumors in Wuchao City are enough to make him vomit blood and die, because the Golden Melon God is afraid that Zhou Sen will be portrayed as the idol of the soldiers of Wuchao City, so he deliberately blocked the news and exaggerated the role of Fan'er in killing Yuwen Shi.

In the midst of false rumors, Zhou Sen became a little white face who relied on women.

Fortunately, these news have not yet spread in Wuchao City, and they cannot affect Zhou Sen's mood for the time being.

Zhou Sen made the next contribution in the "Thunder Operation", and according to the rules of the Han Empire, the first credit was, of course, the leader Brother Hao.

Brother Hao was promoted to the rank of knight and went to the imperial capital to wait for news.

Zhou Sen and his entourage returned to the kitchen of the Jiudaogui Barracks to wait.

Zhou Sen seems to have returned to the far point, busy in the kitchen every day, everything that happened on the grassland is like a dream, and it has nothing to do with him.

Fan Nicker rested in Wuchao City for a day, unable to get together with Zhou Sen, knowing that Zhou Sen was now involuntarily, Fan Nicker, who had long been ready to travel, left by himself and disappeared into the vast rivers and lakes of the Han Empire......

……

Zhou Sen has become a hero in the kitchen.

At that time, including Zhou Sen, there were six chefs who went on a mission together, and now, there are three who have returned, including Jin Xiaopang.

This operation made Jin Xiaopang have a lot of face, and in his spare time, he boasted that he was galloping on the grassland, killing enemies such as chopping melons and vegetables, and of course, he had to pull Zhou Sen out to confirm it.

Zhou Sen has become a celebrity in the barracks, no matter where he goes, there will be people pointing fingers, of course, in that pointing, in addition to respect, there is also contempt.

All the men hated the little white face......

Everyone knows that Zhou Sen is just waiting in the kitchen temporarily, and soon, he will be promoted.

Zhou Sen felt like a specimen being displayed in the Xinghuo Trading House, and he had to face countless people's comments every day, especially when eating, some soldiers would find an opportunity to talk to Zhou Sen and inquire about the actual situation at that time.

While waiting, Zhou Sen found that some soldiers seemed to be divided into two factions, some of them were full of awe of him, while others kept their distance from him, occasionally looking at him with disdain in their eyes.

In the face of this extreme polarization, Zhou Sen could only smile bitterly, if he had known that this situation would be caused, he would not have let three leather merchants operate behind the scenes for him. Zhou Sen hadn't realized that the specific news of his killing of Yuwen Shi had been blocked, and most of the news spread in Wuchao City was not good for his reputation.

Zhou Sen wanted to stop everything, but he couldn't leave the barracks, and even he couldn't see Lu Xiaomei.

Zhou Sen didn't know that in the process of waiting for the order, there was a serious disagreement between the military, because the supervisor Li Gonggong wanted to install Zhou Sen in an important position, but the golden gourd god resolutely refused to obey Zhou Sen's reserve status.

Zhou Sen is a person who is Gonggong Hai, and naturally he is also a person who is also Gonggong Li, and in the face of the difficulties of the Golden Melon God, Gonggong Li has a way.

As long as Zhou Sen's identity is resolved, Zhou Sen can justifiably hold an important position, be placed next to the Golden Melon Heavenly God, contain the Golden Melon Heavenly God, and weaken the influence of the Golden Melon Heavenly God in Wuchao City.

For Gonggong Li, who has eyes and hands, it is easy to solve the identity of a soldier.

More than 20 days after Zhou Sen returned to Wuchao City, an urgent official document came from the imperial capital, allowing Wuchao City to expand by 100 people.

If it was in the past, the golden gourd god would be happy to hear about this kind of expansion, but now, the golden gourd god is extremely angry. Obviously, Gonggong Li has torn his face and will do whatever it takes to install Zhou Sen in an important position.

In fact, the Golden Melon Heavenly God admired Zhou Sen's bravery very much, he saw Zhou Sen kill Yuwenshi with his own eyes, but appreciation is appreciation, since Zhou Sen is Gonggong Li's person, it is impossible for them to become friends.

In Wuchao City, although the power of the Golden Melon Heavenly God was checked and balanced, he was the lord of a city after all, and he temporarily decided to send outstanding young masters from the three major barracks to concentrate on training, the reason was to train a group of senior generals.

For this decision, Gonggong Li is helpless, but he is not in a hurry, as long as the training is completed, he has a way to transfer Zhou Sen to an important job.

Of the one hundred places, ninety-nine were personally finalized by the Golden Melon Heavenly God, and there was only one left, and that was Zhou Sen......

One day.

Just when Zhou Sen was busy in the kitchen, the kitchen received an order, and several chefs Zhou Sen were transferred from their posts.

Several chefs were naturally happy about this appointment, but Zhou Sen smiled wryly, because only his appointment did not have a new position, but only a reported address.

When it was dark, Zhou Sen arrived at the place where the report was reported.

In the place where it was reported, hundreds of people gathered in the black press, and these seemed to be waiting for something like him, and what annoyed Zhou Sen was that these people didn't know anything like him.

"You're not going to do some kind of shitty secret mission like last time, are you?" Zhou Sen secretly speculated about all kinds of possibilities.

In the midst of the tormented waiting, a man who looked like an officer came, took them into a carriage, and after getting into the carriage, he hurried all night and disappeared into the vast unknown darkness......

……

It was pitch black inside the carriage, and a group of soldiers sat still with solemn faces and did not talk, so Zhou Sen had no choice but to sit quietly and cultivate.

Zhou Sen cultivated all the majestic realms, especially the cultivation of "force" over and over again. At present, Zhou Sen has just entered the realm of "power", and he can't get a glimpse of the mystery, but he has only strengthened his cultivation.

Zhou Sen didn't know that when he was practicing, he was caught in a game.

A real soldier must abide by military discipline, and the correct sitting posture is one of the training courses, when a group of soldiers get on the carriage, intentionally or unintentionally, they carry each other.

Those who were able to participate in this training camp were all masters in the army, and they were all elites in their respective barracks, and they were arrogant, so naturally no one was convinced.

Little by little, time passed.

It is undoubtedly painful to maintain a sitting position for a long time on this bumpy carriage, not to mention, in order to highlight the military discipline and majesty, the standard of the soldier's sitting posture is even more stringent, but in two hours, a total of eight people in the carriage, five have been defeated.

Including Zhou Sen, the three others still maintained their initial posture and remained motionless, like lifeless stone sculptures.

Zhou Sen was selfless in cultivating "power", unaware that the other two were biting and scolding him for being a pervert.

After three hours, one of them finally moved, and was defeated. The other person held out for another half an hour, but after all, he was still defeated by Zhou Sen, and he was also defeated, and let out a long sigh.

Almost everyone paid attention to Zhou Sen, thinking that Zhou Sen would relax, what made people vomit blood was that Zhou Sen didn't know what he was competing in at all, he couldn't extricate himself from cultivation, his body was like a solidified fossil, and he didn't move at all from beginning to end.

Slowly, slowly, a group of soldiers had a look of astonishment on their faces. At dawn, when the carriage arrived at a secret barracks, the consternation of the group of soldiers had turned to awe.

Zhou Sen's terrifying concentration is enough to gain respect.

When Zhou Sen got out of the carriage, he felt that the eyes of a group of soldiers who were above the top had softened a lot, and he was confused, and he didn't know what was going on at all.

"Hello, I'm Xiao Yi from the Tamburgh Barracks." After getting out of the carriage, a soldier took the initiative to shake hands with Zhou Sen. This soldier is the soldier who persevered until the end and lost.

"Xiao Yi!"

The surrounding soldiers let out a burst of exclamation and discussed.

Xiao Yi is famous in the Tamburgh Barracks, because he is already a strong man at a young age, although people don't know his strength, but he has not lost a single defeat in several competitions held by the Tamburgh Barracks.

It is said that Xiao Yat has reached the top ten among the rookies in the Tamburgh Barracks, and in time, he will definitely reach a high position, which can be described as a bright future.

Hearing the voices of the surrounding discussions, Xiao Yi's face was fleeting.

"Nine Crutches Barracks, Zhou Sen."

Zhou Sen was suddenly overjoyed, he could finally find someone to talk to, and hurriedly shook the other party's hand enthusiastically

Suddenly, the chatter stopped.

The smile on Xiao Yi's face also froze.

All of them stared at Zhou Sen.

It turned out that he was Zhou Sen.

Zhou Sen hadn't felt Xiao Yi's enthusiasm yet, the other party's hand had already been withdrawn, and the face that was originally enthusiastic was piercing cold.

Zhou Sen's hand fell into the air, and he made an embarrassing handshake motion.

"Ahem......"

Recently, when he was with Fan'er on the grassland, Zhou Sen had already trained a face thicker than the city wall, and he coughed a few times pretending to retract his hand unconsciously. At this time, Zhou Sen realized that the soldiers around him looked at him with incomparable indifference, as if he was an outlier.

In fact, here, Zhou Sen himself is an outlier.

Because, out of a hundred people, ninety-nine soldiers are all people of the Golden Gourd Heavenly God, and he is the only difference. Of course, Zhou Sen didn't think that he was the person who died the eunuch Li Gonggong, the problem was that everyone thought he was.

The method of the Golden Melon Heavenly God is very direct, mobilize all the outstanding masters of the army to concentrate on training, and suppress Zhou Sen through various means, if Gonggong Li wants to promote Zhou Sen in the future, he must pass the level of the Golden Melon Heavenly God, and he can be said that there are many people who are better than Zhou Sen to refuse Gonggong Li.

The Golden Melon Heavenly God does not want to completely turn his face with Gonggong Li, his move cannot be described as ruthless, because this training is equivalent to an assessment of reserve talents, even if there is only one person who is better than Zhou Sen, the Golden Melon Heavenly God can let that person replace the position promoted by Zhou Sen.

Although the Golden Melon Heavenly God had seen Zhou Sen's battle, he did not think that Zhou Sen would be able to defeat all his men in all directions. The Golden Gourd Heavenly God knows his subordinates very well, especially the outstanding masters of the younger generation are extremely concerned, among the ninety-nine soldiers he has mobilized, among them, there are several military qualifications and potentials, and even the Golden Melon Heavenly God is impressed......

……

Zhou Sen naturally didn't know what the Golden Melon Heavenly God thought, but he could feel the rejection of this group of soldiers towards him, it was naked rejection.

Finally, we arrived at our destination in the morning.

After a few words from a burly coach, the group was taken to a dormitory.

At this time, Zhou Sen knew the purpose of this trip.

Eight people in a room.

It may have been arranged a long time ago, and the person in the dormitory with Zhou Sen happened to be the one who was in the carriage with him.

Under the leadership of the soldiers at the training base, everyone signed the report, filled in some messy materials, and received some daily necessities and returned to the dormitory to settle down.

Zhou Sen had been seriously isolated, no matter what he was doing, no one was talking to him, and at this time, the other people in their dormitory had already talked to each other very late.

In the face of this isolation, Zhou Sen had no choice but to let it go.

After settling in, it was time for lunch.

A group of soldiers came out of the dormitory and walked towards the cafeteria in twos and threes, and Zhou Sen walked alone behind.

The cafeteria was large and empty, and a group of soldiers were lining up to get food.

Zhou Sen also joined the queue, and immediately, a section behind him was exposed, empty.

"Grandma's, don't let people live!"

Glancing at the back, Zhou Sen became a nameless fire, if he lived in this environment for a long time, it would be strange not to be a madman.

It was Zhou Sen's turn.

Zhou Sen put the basin on the table.

"You are Zhou Sen of the Nine Paths?" The fat cook looked at Zhou Sen with disdain.

"Yes." Zhou Sen's face was blank.

"I heard that you killed King Zuo Xian with a woman?"

"Yes." Zhou Sen's face instantly froze. If he heard some rumors, Zhou Sen could still endure it, but he couldn't bear this kind of contempt that stared at his nose.

"You also killed a man called ...... with the help of two superpowers Called......"

"Yuwen Shi." Zhou Sen's eyes were like knives.

"Yes, yes, Yuwen Shi...... The Huns of dog days are so difficult to remember when they give a name...... You're lucky to have made it here, it's the best training camp in Dark Nest City...... Burst...... Eat, I heard that the Jiudao Crutch Barracks often eats moldy food because of your trust...... Eat! ”

The fat chef didn't feel Zhou Sen's knife-like eyes at all, said to himself, picked up a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of beef, buckled it into Zhou Sen's basin, and then spit it out fiercely, raised his face, and finally, he saw Zhou Sen's murderous gaze.

"What's the matter, hehe, I want to kill someone!" The fat chef looked at Zhou Sen with a smug face, and at this time, the chefs around him laughed, and the sound of laughter made the fat man feel more and more like a hero.

In the laughter, Zhou Sen's fierce gaze slowly softened, and just when everyone thought that Zhou Sen would choose to swallow his anger, an amazing scene appeared.

"Ahem...... Poof......" Zhou Sen coughed up a mouthful of thick phlegm and spit it into the basin, and said to the dead fat man indifferently: "Eat this pot of rice!" ”

The whole cafeteria suddenly became quiet.

Countless pairs of eyes fell on Zhou Sen's face, which was a calm face, which looked like a joke.

However, everyone knows that Zhou Sen is not joking, because a wave of Xiao slaughter permeated the cafeteria, as if a cold wind swept by, and people inexplicably fought a cold war.

"Hahaha...... You told me to eat this pot of rice...... Haha...... "The fat man didn't know the danger, and craned his neck and laughed.

"I'll say it again, eat him!" Zhou Sen was stunned word by word.

"Eat your mother'......"

Before the fat man could scold, Zhou Sen's arm stretched out like lightning, his big hand was stretched, he pressed the fat man's head, and pressed it hard, with a muffled sound of "Peng", the fat man's whole face was pressed on the rice bowl.

"Woo ......"

The silence in the cafeteria was suffocating, and only the sound of the fat man could be heard. At this time, the fat man desperately tried to prop up his head with both hands, but the hand that was pressed on his head was like an iron tong clamping him, making him unable to move.

At this time, some soldiers were eager to try, but they were immediately stopped by the people around them.

The atmosphere in the whole canteen is extremely weird.

A cook quietly ran out......

The fat man's struggle became weaker and weaker, his limbs were also twitching, and the atmosphere was becoming more and more solemn, it was obvious that if Zhou Sen didn't let go, the fat man would suffocate to death.

However, Zhou Sen did not let go.

"If you promise to eat this pot of rice, I'll let it go...... Hey...... You shouldn't be able to speak, and if you agree with my advice, slap the table with both hands. Zhou Sen's voice was flat, but it was as solid as steel.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

Under the threat of death, the fat man clapped his hands hard.

Finally, Zhou Sen let go of the iron pincer-like hand.

"Your mother......" As soon as the fat man raised his head, he immediately scolded, but he still didn't scold a word, and the hand of death grabbed his head like lightning, and with a "pounce", the fat man's head was pressed into the rice bowl again.

"Okay, I'm new to Zhou Sen, so I'll give you a chance, to eat, or not to eat?"

Zhou Senji's five fingers clasped the fat man's head, and his calm gaze suddenly became ferocious, like a beast that would burst out and hurt people at any time.

The soldiers who were closer to Zhou Sen noticed the ferocity exuded by Zhou Sen, and subconsciously took a step back.

"Bang Bang ......"

This time, the fat man seemed to feel Zhou Sen's determination, and desperately slapped the table and begged for mercy.

Zhou Sen let go of his hand, and a pair of sharp eyes stared at the fat man whose face was full of rice grains.

The fat man looked around in help, and to his despair, both the soldier and the cook remained silent. Only then did the fat man realize that he was cocooning himself, because the military discipline in this military camp was extremely strict, and those who fought and brawled were immediately confined without the slightest room for maneuver.

People felt Zhou Sen's steely willpower, and if he forced his head, he would definitely clash with Zhou Sen.

For soldiers, confinement is not only a stain on their military career, but more importantly, an unbearable loneliness.

No one wants to risk being locked up for the sake of a chef.

In the army, mistakes have been made, and they would rather be subjected to some corporal punishment, or manual labor, or something like that, than be locked up.

Under the countless gazes, the fat man shed tears of humiliation, stuffed the spitted thick phlegm rice into his mouth one by one, and vomited while stuffing......

Suddenly, the fat man's eyes lit up and he stopped eating.

At the door of the cafeteria, the figure of the instructor appeared, and at this time, the instructor with a dark face and a serious expression became the savior of the fat man. Although the fat man looked at the instructor, he didn't dare to say anything, and still looked afraid, for fear that Zhou Sen would suddenly press his head into the rice bowl.

The instructor strode towards Zhou Sen, and soon, he walked to Zhou Sen's side.

"You can skip it, but, I promise, you'll regret it!" Zhou Sen ignored the instructor beside him and said lightly to the fat man.

The fat man still didn't eat, and looked at the instructor with his eyes begging for help.

"Zhou Sen!" The instructor snorted violently.

"Here!" Zhou Sen stood upright, his face expressionless.

"Okay, yes, there was trouble on the first day of the report today, do you want to give me a dismount?" The instructor sneered.

"Lord Instructor, I am a soldier of the Han Empire, I shoulder the heavy responsibility of defending the country, as a soldier, I have a strong sense of honor and mission, but today, just now, there is a chef who actually spit in the meal of an imperial soldier in front of everyone, which is unbearable!" Zhou Sen looked at the instructor and said loudly.

“…… Is this serious? The instructor obviously didn't know the ins and outs of the matter, but Zhou Sen brought out the glory of the imperial soldiers, and he had to pursue it.

"Instructor, Zhou Sen swears as an imperial soldier that if he lies the slightest, he will be thundered by the sky! Of course, if the instructor still doesn't believe it, you can ask other soldiers and let them swear by the honor of soldiers, and they will naturally know the truth of the matter. ”

Zhou Sen's move forced all the soldiers to have no room for maneuver.

The instructor was not a dull person, but he just glanced at the looks on the faces of the soldiers around him, and naturally knew that what Zhou Sen said was true.

"Well, even if you have a reason, do you know the rules of the Whampoa barracks?"

"I don't know." Zhou Sen is very single.

"Whampoa strictly prohibits private fights and brawls, and those who violate the order are also confined at the very least, are you guilty?"

"Zhou Sen violated military discipline and is willing to accept punishment."

"Okay, Guard......"

"Lord Instructor, Zhou Sen is willing to accept punishment, but this chef offends the majesty of the soldier and must be severely punished...... Seeing two wolf-like guards walking towards him, Zhou Sen hurriedly said.

"At this time, I have my own measure, and I don't need you to teach me." The instructor sneered.

"Instructor, when a man does things, he must stand up to the sky, the dead fat man just now, promised to eat that bowl of rice, otherwise, I would have killed him a long time ago, and now, if he doesn't eat, he will break his word and get fat, Zhou Sen is not convinced!"

"Humph!" The instructor snorted coldly and motioned for the guards to take Zhou Sen away.

"Dead fatty, Lao Tzu will carry it with you, I will come back!" Zhou Sen didn't struggle, and when he was carried away by the two guards, he just shouted viciously at the fat cook.

"A bunch of rubbish!"

The instructor's face was pale, he glanced at the chef who was not giving up, and then glared fiercely at a group of soldiers who were training, threw down a sentence, and brushed his sleeves away.

The words left by the instructor made all the soldiers in the training camp change their colors.

Zhou Sen was taken to the confinement room, and when he entered the confinement room, all his belongings were searched.

The Qiankun Ring was not searched, because, during the search, Zhou Sen hid the Qiankun Ring under his tongue, and all of Zhou Sen's belongings were in the Qiankun Ring, and he would never allow the Qiankun Ring to be taken away, even if it was to kill Huangpu, he would not hesitate to do so.

"Get in!" The two guards kicked Zhou Sen into the dirty confinement room.

"Phew"

With a heavy sound, the thick and corroded iron door of the confinement room shut, and the violent impact shook the rusted iron foam on the iron door, and the air was filled with dust.

Before Zhou Sen could stand firmly, a foul smell came to his face.

With the faint light shining through the two ventilated cavities above his head that were no bigger than a fist, Zhou Sen began to look at this legendary confinement room.

It was a small room of less than five square meters, and there was a bed in the room, and the bed had sheets and cotton wool or something, wrapped in a ball, and it looked like a pile of moldy bean dregs, and the pungent musty smell could be smelled from afar. The walls are made of green bricks, carved with a jumble of symbols, which, in addition to some figurative "action movies", are some extremely exaggerated patterns and symbols to express emotions, the huge word "kill", and the extremely impactful fighting scenes, which at first glance give people a thrilling feeling.

It seems that there have been a lot of "artists" in this prison.

In the corner, there was a toilet without a lid, and the yellow and white thing in the toilet was almost overflowing, and the suffocating and disgusting stench came from the toilet.

Looking at this environment, Zhou Sen could only smile bitterly.

Although he thought of all kinds of possibilities, he never expected to be locked up on the first day of training camp.

"Monk, this place is not a place for people!" Zhou Sen pulled Shi Dan Ling out to complain, recently, Shi Dan Ling devoured the death spirit of Yuwen Shi, and was cultivating frantically, and he had no time to take care of Zhou Sen.

"The monk is very busy, flashed."

"Hey, monk, wait......"

"Dead monk!"

Shi Danling just said a word and disappeared without a trace, and Zhou Sen didn't come out even if he scolded him.

Zhou Sen scolded the eighteen generations of the ancestors of Shi Dan Ling, and then he balanced a little, sat on the wet bed, and thought about how to spend this difficult fifteen days.

Originally, Zhou Sen could practice to kill time, but Zhou Sen didn't want to spend all his time practicing, besides, he had already seen some clues about the cultivation method of "Invincible Cheats", and that kind of traditional retreat cultivation had no practical significance.

"If you want to make Lao Tzu sad, Lao Tzu wants to live well!"

Looking at the toilet that was about to overflow, Zhou Sen was secretly ruthless, and his head was running at high speed. Hey, money can make ghosts grind! Lao Tzu has money on him, and it is not easy to do what he wants.

"Peng Peng Peng ......" After Zhou Sen took out more than 100,000 imperial coins from the Qiankun ring and put them on his body, he immediately kicked the iron door, and the iron gate made an earth-shattering impact sound, which echoed in the corridor for a long time.

"You want to fucking die!"

"Boy, are you impatient!"

"Who is this guy?"

“……”

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Listening to the scolding voices around him, Zhou Sen was stunned, he always thought that he was alone here, and he didn't use "quiet" to search the environment at all, and he didn't expect that there were still many people in this suffocatingly quiet place.

"Ahem...... Are you all in lockdown? Zhou Sen quickly came back to his senses and asked.

"You're stupid, who has nothing to live here, you think this is a resort!"

"Grandma's, there are more and more stupid X's in Whampoa......"

Zhou Sen's voice provoked a burst of scolding from everyone, and people seemed to find a rare place to vent, and the scolding came and went, enduring, and scolded Zhou Sen's ancestors for eighteen generations.

"Is this retribution?" Zhou Sen thought of scolding Shi Dan Ling just now.

After scolding for an hour, people seemed to be tired of scolding, and one by one they were quiet again, without the slightest sound. Zhou Sen felt that he was the only one left in this confinement room.

Subconsciously, Zhou Sen searched with "Jing", he wanted to see how many people were locked up in this place.

If you don't search, Zhou Sen was startled, his "quiet" didn't feel the slightest sign of life, and those people seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

"Fluffy ......"

Zhou Sen slammed the iron door again, and immediately, he incurred another angry scolding, this time, the angry scolding only lasted less than a stick of incense and then returned to quiet, it seems, people quickly lost interest in scolding.

A group of masters!

Zhou Sen's back was inexplicably cold, and at this time, he realized that around him, everyone who was closed was a master.

People who can avoid "Jing" have at least reached the level of intermediate superpowers.

Immediately, Zhou Sen thought that superpowers were extremely excluded in this barracks, and it was impossible for superpowers to serve in the army, and besides, this cell could not trap superpowers...... So...... Then, these people are the strong.

I remember that Ming Xian once said that in order to deal with superpowers, strong people practice a secret method that can hide their traces, and this secret method is estimated to have the same effect on Zhou Sen's "quietness".

These people should all be strong people who violate military discipline.

Next, Zhou Sen tried to communicate with these people, but every time Zhou Sen opened his mouth, he was immediately scolded, and when he got to the back, Zhou Sen spoke again, and the scolding was gone, no matter how Zhou Sen found all kinds of reasons to talk to them, no one talked to him.

Hitting the iron gate and making noise couldn't attract people's attention, and Zhou Sen, who was poor in donkey skills, had no choice but to calm down and practice.

What made Zhou Sen depressed was that after breaking through the realm of "battle" and entering the realm of "power", this kind of meditation cultivation made him impetuous, and there seemed to be an evil fire rising in his heart, and a huge force was colliding in his body, and he couldn't calm down and cultivate at all.

Zhou Sen was like a headless fly spinning around in a small space, and at this time, he tried to be confined to the extreme.

When people are free, they often ignore freedom, but once they really lose their freedom, they know the preciousness of freedom.

Undoubtedly, the greatest punishment of confinement is the loss of freedom.

Theoretically, for a practitioner, confinement can be cultivated, but this is only a theoretical existence, and when a person's freedom is restricted, his state of mind will become irritable, moody, and impetuous, and in this state of mind, cultivation is just a joke.

Only those who have truly lost their freedom know that going to prison and going into retreat are two different things.

"Phew"

There was a muffled sound, and outside the door, there was the sound of the iron door crashing and footsteps.

Zhou Sen, who was sitting on the bed trying to enter the "quiet" realm, seemed to have been pricked by a needle, suddenly bounced up, rushed to the door, and looked outside through the small hole in the door, only to see that the dark corridor was lit with oil lamps, and two jailers walked in with two large wooden barrels......

Ping Pong ......

There was a sound of pots and pans clattering, and it was as if the inside of the lifeless cell had suddenly come to life.

Zhou Sen saw that under the door of the cell opposite him, several empty basins were stuffed.

Two jailers walked along the corridor, scooping a ladle of gruel into the rice bowls, and putting a few steamed buns and pickled vegetables and the like.

Zhou Sen hurriedly took out a few rice bowls with green mold from the room and waited for the two jailers to come over.

Finally, I arrived at Zhou Sen's iron gate.

"Huh...... Boy, what's in this basin......" Suddenly, the jailer's voice seemed to have been cut off by some force, and he hurriedly bent down and scooped up the thick stack of imperial coins in the basin and put it into his arms.

"Brother, can you help me clean that toilet?" Zhou Sen lowered his voice.

"No problem!" The jailer smiled and flattered.

"It's better to give me a clean quilt."

"This ......"

"The one just now was yours, these, you and that brother shared together." Zhou Sen stuffed out the thick stack of Imperial Coins again.

"This ...... This ......" the jailer hesitated.

"Big brother, I still want some good wine and food, I have Brother Lao!"

Zhou Sen saw that the jailer was still a little cowering, so he simply didn't do anything, smashed it with money, and immediately stuffed out a thick stack of imperial coins.

"Okay, you wait, I'll have to discuss it."

The jailer watched the stacks of imperial coins stuffed out, after all, he couldn't resist the temptation, swallowed his saliva fiercely, and stopped distributing food to the other prisoners, calling another jailer to the side, and the two muttered and discussed.

Finally, the two seemed to have reached a goal, and walked to Zhou Sen's door at the same time.

"The younger brother has just arrived, and I ask the two elder brothers to take care of it." At this time, Zhou Sen had already let it out, and another stack of thick imperial coins was stuffed out.

"Brother, if you need anything, just say it, it's all on us!" The two jailers patted their chests, looking like they were going to the soup and the fire.

"The two old brothers are really temperamental!"

Zhou Sen saw that the attitude of the two of them improved, and he began to call each other brothers and sisters, knowing that the imperial coins had played a role, and immediately stuffed another stack of imperial coins out.

The two jailers were smashed by Zhou Sen's stacks of imperial coins, and their faces were like blooming flowers, incomparably brilliant.

Zhou Sen naturally didn't know that the place where he was now was the prison inside Huangpu, and the cells that were usually idle were used as confinement rooms, and the prisoners who had been locked up here for a long time were all poor.

Sure enough, there is money that can make the devil grind.

The two jailers were extremely efficient, and in less than an hour, the overflowing toilet was cleared and replaced with a freshly closed toilet.

The damp bedding on the bed was replaced with a new set, and even a few rusty rice bowls covered with green mold were replaced with new ones.

Needless to say, there are all kinds of chicken thighs, fruits, and soju, although it is not a big meal, but compared with the porridge steamed buns and pickles that exude a sour smell at the beginning, this is simply a heaven and earth, and a hell on earth......

The two jailers were afraid that Zhou Sen would be lonely, and they also moved a lot of books, such as wild history, romance, poetry, spring and some action comics.

Now, the two jailers are almost waiting for Zhou Sen as an ancestor, shushing the cold and asking for warmth, for fear that Zhou Sen will feel unwell. Of course, Zhou Sen was not stingy, as long as the two jailers sent something, he would immediately present a large amount of imperial coins.

"Grandma's, I want to close Lao Tzu's confinement, no way!"

Zhou Sen bit the greasy chicken thigh, poured himself a drink, and laughed.

Inside the cell, there was a mouth-watering smell of meat and wine, and in the darkness, there was a sound of swallowing saliva.

"Boy, throw a chicken leg to quench your cravings!" A pair of eyes peeked out from the opposite window, and a rough voice came out.

"I don't know you." Zhou Sen sneered and deliberately spilled some wine on the ground, and immediately, the entire cell was filled with a strong smell of wine.

"I'm Ranbo...... Come on...... You won't be able to finish it anyway......" the guy begged with a smirk.

"Well, Ranbo is."

"Yes, yes......" Ran Bo nodded hurriedly.

"Yes, the name sounds good, and then." Zhou Sen vaguely remembered that this name was a little familiar, and it should be the same name as a celebrity.

Zhou Sen's arm flicked slightly, the chicken leg flew out of the iron window, shot to the opposite iron window, immediately, a dirty hand poked out from behind the iron window, like lightning, grabbed the chicken leg tightly, when the hand grabbed the chicken leg, as if suddenly solidified, and then, there was a trembling, and then, behind the iron window, there was a whining cry, that cry, extremely tragic, heartbreaking.

"What are you doing?"

"I've almost forgotten the taste of meat...... Whining...... Delicious...... Delicious...... It's delicious...... Little brother...... Can I have some wine? ”

"This jar is too big......

"It's okay, will you teleport? As long as we work together, I can drink ......."

"No, it won't."

“…… Ahem...... Which...... Which...... But how is it good? Why don't I teach you now...... No, no, no...... I can't learn it in ten or eight years......" Ran Bo said with a depressed face.

"Hey, little brother, he can't drink because he doesn't have the ability, I can drink, can you give me some wine?" In the distance, an old voice was heard.

"How do you drink?" Zhou Sen was stunned for a moment and asked curiously.

"You put the wine under the door, and the chicken legs ......"

“…… All right. ”

Zhou Sen looked at the chicken leg that had been half gnawed, put it in the rice bowl, and put the wine jar at the iron door.

An astonishing scene appeared.

A surging force poured into Zhou Sen's room, The gnawed chicken leg slowly flew up and flew out through the crack under the door, and then, the wine in the wine jar suddenly boiled, like the water in the oil pot, and gradually, the boiling wine in the wine jar rose into the air and condensed into a thin column of water, like a fountain.

The condensed water began to swirl in the small room, like a living pocket dragon, and the wine dragon began to try to get out of the crack in the door, at first, it didn't seem to be very successful, but after a few failures, the finger-thick wine dragon flew out of the crack in the door smoothly, without any waste......

"Hahaha...... Good wine, good wine...... Haha......"

A burst of rampant laughter rang out inside the prison, like a demon king in hell.

"Boss, you won't leave me some." Zhou Sen was secretly shocked, and a chill ran down his spine, this old guy's strength was only afraid that it was already on par with that Dragon Diagram Heavenly God.

"Ah...... Is it carelessly, carelessly...... Hehe......" The rough voice did not have the momentum of the superior, and he smiled in a low voice, for fear that Zhou Sen would be angry.

"Hey, little brother, do you still have chicken legs? I can be like him. ”

"No, just a few fruits."

"Fruit...... Fruit is also OK, let's try a few. The crack in the door is too small, you take it in your hand and hold it up to the window, right ......"

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