Generally speaking, newcomers who join the Black Mountain Battalion will not receive any field tasks within three months, and only need to concentrate on improving their martial arts.

And there is a group of instructors in the Black Castle, the number of which is no less than fifty, and they are responsible for teaching martial arts.

Each newcomer receives a discount for six mentors to learn martial arts from them, with the relevant fees paid by the Black Armor Army.

After the six-time limit is exceeded, you are responsible for the costs.

It's not hard to understand.

There is no such thing as a free lunch.

Morning.

Tie Feng, the deputy captain of the Second War Regiment, took the initiative to visit Cheng Han.

As soon as we met.

He glanced at Cheng Han a few times, and saw that the latter's skin was still covered with pale cyan cloud lines, and he couldn't help but be surprised: "You took the third-level secret medicine 'Blue Lines'?" ”

Cheng Han bowed: "That's right. ”

He was also very strange in his heart, everyone had a third-level secret medicine, why did this thing look surprised?

He subconsciously made a deduction, and his expression became strange.

The results showed that the newcomers would only receive the first third-level secret medicine after the novice period in March.

And he received the secret medicine the next day, which was obviously another special treatment.

Tie Feng smacked his lips: "The captain really values you. ”

Cheng Han smiled and did not answer.

In the past, Tie Feng probably had a whisper in his heart, although he was a genius, he couldn't be special everywhere, right?

But after yesterday's record-breaking incident, the lieutenant had no objections in his heart.

Genius, that's how awesome!

Only then did Tie Feng understand his intentions: "Cheng Han, since you have mastered the 'Eagle Eye Sigil', I suggest that you choose a mentor and learn the advanced combat technique 'Eagle Strike Nine Changes'." ”

Cheng Han blinked his eyes: "Do you have any recommended candidates?" ”

He knew in his heart that Tie Feng must have arranged everything.

Sure enough.

Tie Feng said with a smile: "I have already contacted the senior team leader 'Zheng Yong', and he will open a teaching class in the afternoon. ”

The lieutenant also introduced: "Counting all the soldiers in the last thirty years, Zheng Teamzheng's spear throwing skills can be described as the crown of the Black Mountain Battalion, and no one can match it. ”

The implication is that thirty years is the strongest.

That's definitely quite a high rating.

Cheng Han said seriously: "Captain Tie, thank you for your trouble. ”

The other party is indeed kind-hearted, and he deserves to say thank you.

Tie Feng had a big package attitude: "Let's go, I'll take you to visit Zheng Yong." ”

A quarter of an hour later.

Cheng Han met Zheng Yong.

This is a middle-aged warrior who has a striking feature, and his right arm is noticeably thicker than his left.

Cheng Han took the initiative to salute: "Team Zheng is fine." ”

Zheng Yong's tone revealed an obvious pride: "In the past month, I didn't want to open a teaching class, but since Lao Tie came to the door, I had to reluctantly agree." ”

As a senior team leader, he directly called the deputy lieutenant "Lao Tie", which is actually a bit arrogant.

Tie Feng didn't care at all, and said with a smile: "Lao Zheng, please teach the genius of our second battle group well." ”

Zheng Yong nodded: "No problem!" ”

This guy looked at Cheng Han again and added: "Since you are a genius, then my requirements for you will be stricter than others." ”

Cheng Han's face was calm: "Understood." ”

In the eyes of others, thirty-nine hours of comprehending the Eagle Eye Sigil is a shocking record.

But in Zheng Yong's opinion, this is nothing at all.

The warrior of the Black Mountain Battalion who comprehended the sigil, grabbed a handful, whose war spear throwing was comparable to him?

Zheng Yong said again: "In this training class, there are eleven other students, let's officially start the class in the afternoon." ”

Tie Feng sighed: "Lao Zheng, only you can open a training class, and you can get together double-digit students in half a day, and other instructors can take two days at the earliest." ”

Zheng Yong smiled, his expression even more proud.

Everyone knows why.

Spear throwing is one of the most frequently used combat skills by warriors.

That's why Zheng Yong's classes are so popular.

*

Afternoon.

The training course was officially opened.

Zheng Yongxian talked at length about the significance of the "Eagle Strike Nine Changes": "This martial art alone is enough to deal with most situations on the battlefield, and there is no need to engage the enemy at close range, thus greatly increasing the probability of saving life......"

The rest of the fighters who participated in the training listened with anticipation.

Cheng Han's expression remained unchanged.

He was "involved" in the battle at the Xuanshi level many times, and felt that this was too biased.

If you spend most of your energy on honing your spear-throwing skills and ignore other skills, you will only be afraid of dying extremely quickly on some occasions in the future.

In a word, bias is not the right way.

Zheng Yong talked for a long time before he said: "Next, I will briefly demonstrate the nine application techniques of the Eagle Strike Nine Changes. ”

As soon as these words came out, the other fighters all became excited.

Zheng Yong held a short spear and shouted: "The first style, 'flying oblique attack'!" ”

The instructor swung his right arm vigorously and threw the spear out.

"Woo~"

A terrible scream immediately rang out.

This sound was even sharper than the screams Cheng Han had heard before.

This means it's faster.

This also shows that Zheng Yong does have a hand.

In full view.

The short spear volleyed over a long distance of more than 600 meters, and around an arc, it hit a wooden target stuck in the mountain.

"Bang!"

The wooden target exploded.

A crowd immediately cheered.

"Awesome!"

"It's too strong!"

The wooden target is no more than a meter in diameter, placed six hundred meters away, and is just a small black dot in the line of sight.

And the wooden target is still stuck diagonally on the ground, facing the other side.

This instructor was able to hit with one blow, which is really remarkable.

Cheng Han also showed admiration.

He recalled the other party's movements and postures, as well as the source energy fluctuations he sensed, and a wave of information quickly flashed through his mind.

Cheng Han quickly digested it and roughly understood the principle and technique of this blow.

Although I don't understand everything, I have ninety percent.

Zheng Yong's face was full of self-satisfaction: "This is nothing! I've hit an enemy as far as a kilometer away before. ”

The fighters were in a frenzy of sycophants again.

"Team Zheng is mighty!"

"The team is worthy of being a master of spear throwing!"

Zheng Yong was even more proud.

At the point where he is now, in fact, there is no shortage of money, and another purpose for him to open a training class is to enjoy the eyes of others.

Next.

Zheng Yong spent ten minutes demonstrating the nine techniques in turn.

Stand to reason.

These displays attracted waves of sycophants, which made Zheng Yong feel very comfortable to listen to.

Subsequently.

Zheng Yong began to explain the first style in detail: "The throwing of the flying oblique attack needs to be combined with the Eagle Eye Sigil, which has several skills......"

After Cheng Han listened, he made a little deduction and gained a lot in his heart.

I see!

Got it all!

Zheng Yong nodded a name: "Cheng Han, let's demonstrate the flying oblique attack, just do your best, and use as much as you learn." ”

Cheng Han responded simply: "Understood! ”

This is Zheng Yong's regular teaching method, which is to let one student perform first, and then point out the problems to help them improve, and inspire others by the way.

The method is very simple, but this person can point it out with a sharp point, so the effect is very good.

This is one of the reasons why his training classes are so popular.

Zheng Yong pointed to the small black dot three hundred meters away and said, "Shoot that close wooden target." ”

Cheng Han took a deep breath and posed.

Zheng Yong and the others' eyes were all scrutinized.

For this famous young genius, everyone wants to see the results.

Is it a real genius, or is it in name?

After a breath.

Cheng Han let out a loud shout and waved his right arm vigorously.

"Woo~"

Screaming.

The short spear rose into the sky like thunder.

Zheng Yong glanced at it, and his brows furrowed: "It's wrong!" ”

It's not just a deviation.

It's just outrageous.

The wooden target was obviously in the northeast direction, but the direction of the spear's flight was actually pointing to the east.

Even if you can fly in an arc and adjust the direction, it will be off the verge for a considerable distance.

The expressions of the others were a little subtle.

If you are a newcomer, you won't be so outrageous, right?

Is this really genius?

After a breath.

Everyone's expressions changed.

I saw that the short spear flew over the 300-meter wooden target like a gust of wind and flew farther away, and it crossed a standard arc and hit a wooden target 600 meters away.

This is also one of Zheng Yong's "teaching targets".

"Bang!"

The wooden target is bursting!

Successful hit!

A group of people were stunned.

Cheng Han nodded with satisfaction and lowered his arm.

Zheng Yong came back to his senses and couldn't help asking, "Cheng Han, have you ever learned the Nine Transformations of Eagle Strike before?" ”

Cheng Han shook his head and replied honestly: "No!" Today is the first time I learned. ”

Zheng Yong didn't even believe in punctuation.

You've stepped to this level, or is it the first time?

It's so fake!

Cheng Han said seriously: "Zheng Teamzheng, thank you for your teaching, I have learned a lot. ”

Zheng Yong looked dazed.

What have I taught you?

*

Qinglin City.

Afternoon.

The black cat left the house and first played in the woods of the community for a while and jumped in the air, and then arrived at Qian Qingqing's house slowly.

This is a task assigned by the master.

Miss Qian Qingqing will write letters regularly and put the letterhead in a hidden place, and the task of the black cat is to read the letterhead and report to the owner.

After waiting for the owner's feedback, it has to be responsible for replying to the letter, and finally sending the letter to Miss Qingqing's house.

In a word, this is a "messenger meow".

And the reply is the most headache for the messenger.

Its first reply, though only a short sentence, took half an hour to write, and it bit two pencils.

I'm just a cat, and I have to learn human writing, it's really embarrassing to die!

Half an hour later.

The black cat entered Qian Qingqing's house with a familiar car, and walked directly to the gate.

Anyway, it has a hidden power, and it is not afraid of being seen at all.

The black cat climbed up to the attic, opened the drawer with its paws, and flipped through a pink letterhead with a page full of words.

Most of the text is mainly about the small things in life.

Although it is chattering, there is a lot of longing between the lines.

The black cat watched with relish.

Miss Qingqing's life is more interesting than Ben Meow imagined!

The last paragraph mentions the main thing.

"Cheng Han, I plan to hold a banquet in three days and invite a group of customers with good relationships.

"I'm going to recommend supernatural ingredients at the banquet and show off items made from supernatural materials, what do you think?"

The black cat wagged its tail.

It feels good.

Recently, the Sergeant had been in detail with Miss Qingqing's preparations, and he found her very capable.

No worse than Ben Meow!

The black cat read the letterhead and waved its paw lightly.

The letterhead was silently reduced to ashes.

The black cat concentrated again and made a report to its owner.

It took a long time.

It just received a "text message": "I have a script, maybe I can use the banquet to do something to help the second battle group brush points." ”

Then came three more text messages, each with a lot of text.

The black cat looked melancholy.

So many words, cat cat when am I going to write?

(End of chapter)