Bang!

Bang!

"Three rings!"

"Seven Rings!"

"Nine Rings!"

……

On the training ground, the muzzle of the heavy machine gun sprayed flames, and the target five thousand meters away either did not move at all, or shattered on the spot, and a new one was erected.

"The fixed target test is over, the next exam question, a single moving target!"

Instructor Li Dingjun's words fell, and Jiang Ding, holding a heavy machine gun of more than 200 kilograms in both hands, jumped up, ran quickly, and aimed and fired while holding the gun.

His feet were like the wind, but his upper body was as stagnant as a mountain.

Vajra Seal!

"Bang!"

"Eight Rings!"

……

"Next exam question, bi-moving target!"

In Jiang Ding's drone field of vision, the target five thousand meters away moved, and it was an S-shaped maneuver at the movement speed of a monk in the late stage of Qi training, and it suddenly accelerated from time to time, bursting out several times faster.

"Off target!"

"Off target!"

……

The miss-to-target rate has increased dramatically, and there is no surprise when I look at the eyes of the teachers and classmates around me.

For monks in the late stage of Qi training, the range of divine consciousness is usually between 70 and 100 meters, which means that if there is no blessing to engrave the invisible rune, this distance will be discovered by the monk in the late stage of Qi training, so as to maneuver in advance.

But it's not impossible.

The bullet speed of the heavy machine gun is 1254 meters per second, and the monk has a reaction time of 0.5 seconds to 0.8 seconds in the late stage of Qi training.

If you hit once, you can get 80% of the score for the question, and if you hit twice, you will get a full score.

If it doesn't hit, the distance of the ten bullets from the target is tested, and the average is taken, which is the majority of cases.

This is also meaningful, the vast majority of situations on the battlefield against Qi cultivation period cultivators are sieges, and ten people and dozens of people aim at the target at the same time.

"Three rings!"

There was silence all around.

"Grass!"

"Shit luck!"

Li Junhao, Sun Xiao and others, who were watching the battle and waiting for the test, scolded, full of envy.

Often, an entire class of people has difficulty hitting in a biathlon mobility test, and can only be distinguished by the average distance of the bullet from the target.

"Fuck off!"

Jiang Ding smiled, this time he did have some luck.

In the later stage of Qi training, the monk's maneuver speed was too fast, and the reaction speed of his divine sense was too sensitive, and he shot from five kilometers away, even if the barrage was difficult to hit, and the deviation was tens or hundreds of meters.

This is still a restriction on possible spells such as stealth, flight, and earth escape.

If it weren't for the corps fighting, with reconnaissance methods such as Lingzi radar and monks of the same rank guiding the location, it would be difficult for even groups of soldiers to cause damage to the monks in the late stage of Qi training.

In addition, the refining of Breaking Steel requires extremely high industrial technology, and it is difficult for Monks to make Breaking Steel bullets that are not affected by divine consciousness with a low pigment, but they can also spend a lot of money to refine special types of magic weapons, and the range is comparable to that of heavy machine guns, and it is more flexible.

There are very few monks who use special magic weapons, but they are not none.

In short, even if a mortal has the ability to harm Qi cultivators, it doesn't mean that they can be compared to it.

"Jiang Ding, comprehensive score of the thermal weapon test, 35 points."

Jiang Ding's heart was steady.

That's not bad.

The total score of the hot weapon is 60 points, and more than 40 points can only be obtained by a Qi cultivator driving a tank, and 35 points is already considered a high score.

"The next candidate, Li Junhao."

"Yes!"

Li Junhao walked into the shooting range with a heavy machine gun in his arms, full of confidence.

A few minutes later.

Li Junhao cried with a sad face: "Alas, it's all over." ”

"Huh."

Jiang Ding glanced at him and felt a big breath.

Let you dress up when you take the cultural class exam!

After half time, instructor Zhang Dingjun floated away to carry out a test of the students who practiced the Qi Realm.

In the distance, tank engines roared and shells shook the sky.

There was a moment of silence,

Many people looked in that direction, even Sun Xiao, Li Hu and other people with small internal qi showed a complicated look on their faces.

Inner Qi Realm martial artists, if they are not really talented, the cultural class is a big level beyond the Qi Realm students, and they will not be able to set foot on the immortal path at all.

Jiang Ding didn't care about this, and lifted a camouflage cloth to reveal a large pile of swords, guns, swords, and halberds on the ground.

He took a mediocre green steel sword, held the hilt in the palm of his hand, and his heart suddenly settled down a lot, and his distracting thoughts disappeared.

With a sword at his waist, sit cross-legged.

A wisp of internal qi flowed out of the hand Taiyin and lung meridians, and poured into the ten most important meridians of the hand and yin pericardial meridians, refining and warming.

Two days have passed, and the ten meridians of the second meridian have been roughly completed, and the progress is a little slower than previously expected.

As for the reason, Jiang Ding also figured it out by checking the information.

The meridians are not a closed place, and when the internal air flows through the ten main meridians of the Taiyin Lung Meridian of the First Meridian, it is not undamaged, but a little internal force flows into the fine branch meridians, which can also be tempered and warmed a little.

"Yes, practice."

Seeing this, the other students woke up like a dream, and they also picked up their weapons and danced to warm up, and temporarily sharpened their knives.

As for using Jinggong to nourish the meridians anytime and anywhere like Jiang Ding, this requires at least Xiaocheng's "Eagle Take-off Decision".

Half an hour later,

Instructor Zhang Dingjun returned here with fourteen Qi Cultivation Realm students, and he couldn't help but show surprise when he saw the students practicing table tennis all over the ground.

"Let's start testing cold weapons."

Zhang Dingjun said casually: "The total score is 40 points, the internal qi realm level, the first place is 25 points, the second place is 23 points, and so on, the minimum is 5 points." ”

"The total score of practicing qi realm remains unchanged, the first place is 35 points, the second place is 33 points, and so on, with a minimum of 20 points."

"Of course, the local conditions in Rongcheng are limited, and this is a simplified examination procedure." Zhang Dingjun introduced: "In the first-tier cities, or in the college entrance examination, it is used to enter the too illusory realm - education network area to fight, and the scores from the first place to the last place are different. ”

"Now let's start the internal qi realm assessment."

Zhang Dingjun pointed at Jiang Ding and said: "Jiang Ding, as the first place in the assessment of the internal qi realm of the cold weapon, does anyone disapprove of it, do you want to challenge?" ”

The students looked at each other, a little unwilling, but they didn't have the idea of stepping forward.

I am used to being abused in every cultivation class, and I really have no certainty of victory, so it is better to save my physical strength and strive for a good ranking.

"I'll come, his grandmother's."

Sun Xiao snorted coldly with a bright silver metal spear in one arm: "My 'Tianliu Spear' has become a small one, I don't believe it......"

Sonor!

Jiang Ding drew his sword halfway, and a faint white light appeared between the blades.

Inner Qi!

"Jiang Ding has broken through the Inner Qi Realm?"

"Grass! No wonder the heavy machine gun shooting results have taken such a big leap forward! ”

The surrounding classmates were buzzing and scolding, envious.

At this stage, there were only three Inner Qi Realm martial artists in the class, and there were only four if Jiang Ding was counted.

Of course, this is also related to the strong teachers of No. 1 Middle School, who are good at practicing qi and cultural teaching, and many students with good martial arts qualifications choose Rongcheng No. 7 Middle School, where many teachers have innate martial artists and are better at teaching in this area.

“…… Unbelief... Nope..."

Sun Xiao silently withdrew the silver spear and retreated into the crowd.

"Is there anyone else?"

Zhang Dingjun continued to ask, not surprised at all.

After waiting for a while, seeing that no one made a sound, he continued: "Second place in the Inner Qi Realm, Sun Xiao, does anyone disapprove?" ”

"Yes!"

"I'm going to challenge."

As soon as the words fell, Li Hu and Liu Meimei, two inner qi realm martial artists, stood up without the slightest fear.

Sun Xiao's face was a little more ugly, and he took out the silver gun and walked towards the two.

In the exchange of blades, the victory and defeat continued to occur, even if there were occasional mistakes, the blade did not have time to touch the body armor and was blocked by the shield generated by Li Dingjun's thoughts, without any injuries.

Jiang Ding silently stood with his sword in his hand, refining and nourishing the meridians.

The progress was rapid, and the internal qi realm competition ended quickly, with Sun Xiao winning the second place and Li Hu third place...... Li Junhao was not surprised to finish last and got a guaranteed 5 points.

"Qi training period test."

Zhang Dingjun pointed at Hua Bing: "Hua Bing classmate, the sixth layer of Qi Training, as the first place in the assessment of cold weapons in the Qi Refining Realm, is there anyone who doesn't recognize it?" ”

Everyone set their eyes on Wu Tianli.

He is the fifth layer of Qi training, and he is the only existence that can pose a threat to the flower soldiers.

"I agree."

Wu Tianli looked at Hua Bing, his voice was extremely gentle, even a fool understood his intentions.

"So handsome......"

The girls around her suddenly became sour.

Hua Bing frowned, and his heroic little face was a little unhappy.

My aunt and grandmother have practiced qi at the sixth level, and I have a high-grade magic weapon, and I have been taught by my father in the foundation realm since I was a child, as if you gave me this first place.

But you can't say anything, it's so angry.

"Huabing, please advise."

A fourth-level Qi practitioner stepped forward with an inkstone in his hand, which was also the most favorite defensive magic weapon for the immortal monks, and besides, it was always a good thing to be able to fight with other immortal cultivators more, no matter whether they won or lost.

"Luo Feng, pay attention."

Hua Bing pointed at his sword, and a silver flying sword flew out of nowhere, slashing straight at the inkstone, forcing it back a few steps, and then not relenting, the sword light turned into a wire net, and quickly sharpened the spiritual light on the inkstone.

However, after a few breaths, Luo Feng staggered and quickly retreated, but he was still found by the silver flying sword to find a gap and slash the inkstone, pierce the shield, and stay firmly on his chest.

"I lost."

Luo Feng sighed and withdrew the inkstone.

Jiang Ding was beside him, and as soon as he saw the silver flying sword come out, he felt that the hairs on his body stood up, and his back was cold.

The speed of the flying sword is not very fast, it is still some distance from the speed of sound, and her eyes can barely keep up with her flight trajectory, but it is too nimble and too sharp!

The thought turns, but the body can't react at all, and the head will fall to the ground in one round!

Next, the sword light is sprinkled, the red silk dances, the giant shield is covered, and the spiritual light is sprinkled, and the table tennis competition with a group of muscular martial artists below the inner qi realm can be said to be immortal, and the technical content is so high that I don't know where to go.

It wasn't until the classmates on the first and second floors of Qi practice competed that Jiang Ding barely regained a little confidence.

Their flying swords and knives were not much faster than arrows, and they were not so agile, and if they could hit them many times, he was sure that they would scatter the divine thoughts on the magic weapon.

But there's nothing to be proud of.

The main kung fu of the Xianmen Qi Cultivator is tank driving, anti-aircraft machine gun control, etc., and cold weapon combat is just an optional hobby.