If you don't give a ticket, I'll hang myself!

Today it's the same three chapters.

Even if they didn't say which one it was, Sanjie and Zhu Haitang were still conscious.

Zhou Shenling's eyes patrolled for a long time: "The four of you are the children of the Northern Ya, and you are a high-grade official. I'm not going to use that against you, but I'm telling you that I'm only going to be stricter with you. ”

"Oh. Wang Ce responded.

"I'm not afraid to tell you that I don't like you. Zhou Shenling showed contempt and displeasure, he was qualified to be unhappy, Wang Ce temporarily received the title of Zhengliupin, which forced him to personally preside over this training.

Generally, the person who presides over the training is often hundreds of households. In the past, there were 100 teenagers. But not this time, Wang Ce is also a sixth-grade, and he can't be suppressed without a fifth-grade bullet.

Although it is very low-key, Wang Ce is likely to be the first person to receive the positive six products immediately after the end of the big test over the years.

"I know you, do you think the top test is great? In Nanya, you are not even a fart except for being a troublemaker. ”

Wang Ce blinked, and Zhou Shen Ling Suo vomited quickly: "Before you are not injured, you may have some martial arts talent, but after the injury, you are not as good as a fart." Even Pi Xin and Luke are stronger than you, they cultivate for at least four or five hours a day, what about you!"

"If I'm not mistaken, you only practice for one or two hours a day!"

Zhou Shenling shook his whip and turned around contemptuously: "You are just a garbage and a slacker." A thorn like you, I have a hundred ways to clean you up. ”

Wang Ce hurt his self-esteem, I didn't do anything and didn't say anything, did Nima target me like this as soon as he came?

"Well deserved!"

Many teenagers witnessed this scene, and some people shouted out their resentment: "If the martial arts are not successful, why is he the first and the deputy hundred!"

"Yes, it's not just ten rounds. None of us is better than him. ”

It seems that many teenagers have always held a grudge against Wang Ce for winning the first place in the big test.

Wang Ce was sad: "Look, Appiake, your mass base is too poor. We have to be together, or I'm really worried that I'll be beaten with my head blindfolded another day. ”

Appiac rolled his eyes, people are not convinced of you.

Huddles? That's a must. Zhu Haitang thought so, and stretched out a pair of bizarrely big hands of Xiong Shiwu next to him: "Of course there should be me." ”

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The training is not as exaggerated as what I saw in the movies and television in the previous life. The main thing is to cultivate the professional skills of new people, as well as personal practical combat, including how to assassinate people with low cultivation as high cultivation.

The training base here is not only Wang Ce, but also another group of people who are training.

Wang Ce deliberately passed by and found that the people who were being trained were generally ordinary people, such as tea shop guys, beggars and vagabonds. This group of people received simple eyeliner training, that is, simple discernment and judgment.

Even so, Wang Ce was amazed, of course, this is not as professional as a modern intelligence organization in the previous life. Compared with Jinyiwei, it seems to be a lot more professional.

The martial arts professors here are basically all about the same level as special-grade teachers. Starting from the basics, dismantle every move and style, and explain them one by one.

I have to admit that in these days, Wang Ce almost quickly absorbed the basic knowledge of martial arts and combat. Cultivation has not risen for the time being, but even if he only listens to these martial arts professors, his actual combat power is definitely much stronger than before.

Then, in such a course, the most anticipated course came.

War Spirit!

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After a few days, a professor appeared in the War Spirit course and said with a smile, "I'm here to help you have a War Spirit." I'm an alchemist. ”

"Maybe you don't know what a refiner does, most people don't need to know, and they don't need to know. If any of you are suitable to be a refiner, perhaps I will accept him as a disciple. ”

The refiner smiled: "I'll give you half an hour to rest your spirit and body, and after half an hour, we'll test your war spirit affinity." ”

The teenagers rested desperately for half an hour.

The refiner had already prepared the tools for testing, and made a move casually: "Okay, Wang Ce, you are the top of the list, you test first!"

Wang Ce has always wondered why there is no universal test of the affinity of the war spirit in order to select geniuses.

At this point, he understood.

The test is trivial, very professional, and it is impossible to popularize the test at all. Wang Ce saw with his own eyes that Master Zhang Weiming took out a vial from his backpack, and poured out a little fine sand-like powder into the bowl.

The powder penetrates into a bowl filled with clean water and is stirred evenly. Master Zhang Lian said, "Dripping blood." ”

Dozens of teenagers watched nervously, Wang Ce dripped blood into the bowl according to his words, and the clear water blended into the blood, which was gradually flowing with a trace of milky white.

The chapter refiner was taken aback, and took out another pagoda-shaped tool, as well as a simple seal. The stamp was simply stained with some cinnabar and other paints: "Take off your shirt!"

Seeing the picture of Wang Ce's heart at a glance, the chapter refiner's eyes lit up, and he put the stamp on Wang Ce's body.

Then, without saying a word, Master Zhang Lian glanced at the pattern, and without knowing what method he used, he released a colorless war spirit from the pagoda and burrowed into Wang Ce's temporary pattern.

Suddenly, a faint blue light burst out from the temporary pattern.

Zhu Haitang's face changed suddenly, and the teenager was even more uproaring.

Zhang Lianshi announced loudly with an expressionless face: "Wang Ce, the affinity of the battle spirit is, two to three degrees. ”

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Wang Ce scratched his head, and from everyone's expressions, he saw that something was wrong: "Isn't it bad?"

Zhu Haitang was silent.

"The test is white and blue, Wang Ce can only withstand the heroic spirit at most, and he can only withstand three war spirits at most in his life. Two tests, just to make sure you don't go wrong, that's the end result. ”

And the affinity, the minimum is one, and the maximum is nine. Now, how bad the affinity between two and three is, it's a matter of opinion.

The affinity of most martial artists is generally only one degree, or even less than one degree, and it is completely unnecessary and will not possess a war spirit. Only a few people have an affinity greater than one.

How many are few? There are numbers to prove it.

Ten warriors will have one with a war spirit.

Zhang Lianshi took a deep look at this young man, and felt sorry, he was in charge of testing this job in Nanya, and he saw that many young people had been depressed and silent because of this.

A large group of teenagers were behind, scratching and laughing loudly at first, as if they thought that this was the defeat of Wang Ce.

Wang Ce pulled his hair and made a bitter face: "It hurts my self-esteem too much, I can't afford to hurt it!"

He felt sad when he thought that he would still be ridiculed and despised by this group of naïve teenagers every day in the future. Why do these little imps keep thinking he's a waste? Why don't they notice the glow on him?

Who let him behave all the time, giving these teenagers such a vivid and vivid illusion.

Wang Ce walked away leisurely, thoughtfully: "It's interesting!"

If he can't withstand the heroic spirit, then what about Tao Yuanming? This is a mysterious ghost, one level stronger than the heroic martyr.

Affinity is a thing that has no effect on Wang Ce, and it is meaningless.

"Falling is not dust, four degrees. ”

Luo Feichen didn't look very happy, and glanced at Wang Ce with a smile.

Nima, why do you look at me and find confidence in me? Wang Ce sighed, it's really hard, this is fate.

Compared to Luo Feichen, Tong Musen is the same as the fourth degree, this guy is not very polite to look at him, full of provocations, and he is extraordinarily looking for pumps!