The night gradually deepened, and not far away, the dense board houses and all kinds of old small buildings were all quiet, and there was no figure, not even the sound of the night.

Obviously, because after the evil spirit, everyone was frightened, and they didn't dare to make any noise except for sleeping, so as not to attract any special attention.

The lowered eyes suddenly raised slowly, looking at the open space not far in front of him, the suddenly thick cloud of night, the corners of Zhao Yang's mouth curled slightly.

"It's coming!"

It seems that most of these guys are really just resentful and condensed, and they don't have any strong intelligence.

I didn't think much about it, looking at the night, it quickly condensed into a human figure, and was about to float towards a low building over there.

Without him, it's just shooting!

A faint golden light flashed, almost invisible to the naked eye, and the figure dissipated without even reacting.

I felt a wisp of coolness, pouring into my mind, so that the sleepiness that was originally a little bit of existence disappeared in an instant.

At the same time, his consciousness was clear, and there was even a faint sense of euphoria, which made people feel relaxed and floating, which made Zhao Yang couldn't help but take a deep breath.

It's an addictive feeling.

Glancing lightly at the nearby board room, he felt that his perception was indeed a little more sensitive than before.

And this time there was no obvious feeling of tiredness, Zhao Yang floated away satisfied.

After going home and falling asleep, Zhao Yang slept very heavily this time, but under the closed eyelids, his eyeballs seemed to begin to slowly turn.

In the dream, Zhao Yang realized that he was faintly incarnated as a young man with majestic faces, holding a strange-shaped double-edged spear, fighting endlessly.

The other party's appearance was not clear, but his strength seemed to be faintly superior to that of the young man.

Between the battles, he had the upper hand, but the young man was unwilling to be suppressed, and his fighting spirit was very strong, and in the midst of a roar, the spear in his hand forcibly confronted the opponent, and gradually reluctantly regained some of the situation.

Zhao Yang was like a person outside his body, but he was immersed in this battle, and he felt empathy, and he felt that he was very hearty after the battle.

I don't know how long it took, Zhao Yang suddenly opened his eyes, and the morning light outside the window was slightly vomiting, it was the dawn of the day.

It's just last night's dream, but it's as clear as ever, and even every move and style in the dream can be clearly recalled, which makes Zhao Yang full of weirdness.

In the morning, two young people appeared in the shantytown where Zhao Yang was last night, and after turning around, one of the emaciated young men with particularly sharp eyes frowned and said, "It's strange, there is no evil spirit at all!"

Another person laughed slowly: "It is estimated that it has been spread a little bit lately, and the residents are panicking false alarms!"

"It's possible!" The emaciated young man shook his head and smiled, and said, "Let's go, we will save trouble, if there is a problem, we will naturally report it again!"

At that moment, the two of them didn't care much and left easily.

On the second day, I went to the research institute during the day, took two C-level tests, and easily took a few hundred yuan.

In the evening, Zhao Yang went to Dongcheng, but after this time, he couldn't sense the existence of that cold aura.

After waiting for half a night, Zhao Yang left disappointed, knowing that he was afraid that when he was in Nancheng last night, this side had been disposed of by the Dongcheng city guards.

At this time, I felt a faint regret that I didn't have much opportunity to pay attention to things in the outer city in school.

Otherwise, if you can have more opportunities in the outer city, these evil spirits that can obviously become your own tonic cannot be let go.

In the next half of the night, Zhao Yang slept well, but he didn't dream of such dreams like last night.

The new week seems to have changed a bit in the school.

What started to be a morning run every morning turned into a practical exercise.

Combat practice used to take place only twice a week in physical education classes, with the masters of the city guard coming to teach on Friday afternoons.

But this time the actual combat practice seems to be taken seriously, and the two physical education classes a week have also become three.

From Tuesday and Friday, it became three full afternoons on one, Wednesday, and Friday.

What was even more surprising was that in the first physical education class on Monday afternoon, standing at the front of the queue was a fierce man with a dangerous aura, and behind him stood two young people who were also strangers.

"Hello everyone!"

The sturdy man standing in front of the queue looked at everyone coldly, and said in a deep voice: "I am Yang Zhan from the pioneer team, and behind me are Chen Lin and Gu Shiyang; from today onwards, we will serve as everyone's actual combat instructors!"

"Teach everyone the skills of real combat and survival in the wild!"

Hearing this, there was a buzz in the queue, and most of the people had a look of surprise on their faces.

Yang Zhan frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Shut up!"

The whole class of more than 80 people, with Yang Zhan's heavy drink, was all overwhelmed.

Only Zhao Yang, who was standing in the second row, only browled slightly, and looked at Yang Zhan in front of him with a little surprise.

Masters, real masters.

Although he is not an awakened person, he can exert this deterrent power, but he is afraid that he is not far from awakening.

"In the future, on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, we will come to the school to guide you to practice, and on Saturdays, you will go out of the city with us for wilderness survival apprenticeships!"

Although he was suppressed by Yang Zhan's previous majesty, as soon as these words came out, there was still a slight agitation below.

Wilderness survival apprenticeship, which means going out of the city with the pioneer team!

While everyone was excited, they were also a little nervous.

It's not that I haven't been out of the city, but I usually go around within two or three miles of the outskirts of the city, and there is not much danger, but since it is a wilderness survival trainee led by a pioneer team, it is definitely necessary to go into the mountains.

It's exciting to think about......

Zhao Yang wasn't worried, but his expression gradually became serious.

It is said that this kind of apprenticeship should only appear in the third year, that is, at least after next spring, but now it is advanced, which does not seem to be a very good sign.

Yang Zhan is a master, and his two assistants are also very strong.

Compared with the city guard instructor who came to teach a class once on Friday in the past, it seems to be a few points higher.

Even his two assistants were no weaker than the instructor from the city guard.

Zhao Yang, who felt that he seemed to be a little reborn, easily discerned the gap.

It seems that this time it is real, otherwise how could the pioneer team be willing to send such a master and spend it in teaching.

Therefore, Zhao Yang is also very serious.

Of course, Luo Xun, who was practicing for him, was particularly difficult.

"Zhao Yang, no...... No, stop, stop!"

Sweating profusely and panting, Luo Xun sat on the ground, dropped the stick in his hand, and waved his hand again and again.

Zhao Yang shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "Okay, don't worry...... Take your time!"

Yang Zhan and his two assistants were slowly searching for a shuttle in the crowd, as the instructors who had just taken over, through this kind of sparring, it was the best way to familiarize themselves with and judge the overall and individual strength of the entire class.

Soon, Yang Zhan saw Luo Xun in the crowd, who was panting on the ground, and Zhao Yang, who was standing on the side with a relaxed face.

Raising his eyebrows, Yang Zhan glanced twice in the crowd, and when he saw one person, he shouted in a deep voice: "Bai Changlin!"

"In!"

Hearing the scream, Bai Changlin, who was swinging a stick to press his opponent, accepted the stick and responded excitedly.

"Come here!" Yang Zhan beckoned to Bai Changlin, and Bai Changlin ran over happily.

"Uncle Yang, you still remember me!"

Looking at Yang Zhan in front of him, Bai Changlin, who was standing under the eyes of his classmates, was a little excited and a little complacent.

"Hmm!" Yang Zhan nodded and said with a smile: "Then you practiced martial arts in the team, you practiced with the children of the Longjiang family, I remember." I haven't seen you for half a year, and it seems that this kung fu has not fallen!"

"Uncle Yang, I practice with my heart every day, and I don't dare to relax a little!" Bai Changlin replied with a little smugness.

"Well, your father taught him very well, and now the situation is not good, so you must not slack off!"

Yang Zhan nodded with satisfaction, then looked at Zhao Yang who was standing over there, and said in a deep voice: "That short-haired classmate come here!"

Zhao Yang was idle, looking at this side curiously, and after seeing Yang Zhan waving to him, he frowned secretly, and strode over.

"You two practice against each other, I'll take a look!"

"Huh?"

Zhao Yang was slightly stunned, looked at Yang Zhan, and roughly felt that the other party should not deliberately let himself face Bai Changlin, and his heart was slightly relieved.

But Bai Changlin's eyes lit up, although Bai Luoming told him not to provoke Zhao Yang easily, but now he is in class, and the instructor lets him practice.

Such a good opportunity to vent your anger cannot be missed.

Seeing Bai Changlin proudly hooking his finger towards Zhao Yang, the classmates behind him all whispered in a low voice, and looked at Zhao Yang in front of him, with a look of sympathy in his eyes.

Most of the children from the pioneer team have practiced by urinating, and they are very different from the students in other cities, and they are definitely not comparable to a few physical education classes.

And Bai Changlin has always been one of the top two or three in every Friday physical education class, and he can often be praised by the teacher of the city guard.

As for Zhao Yang, he has always practiced against Luo Xun, the weakest in the class, and Luo Xun can often fight with him.

Now that Bai Changlin is facing Zhao Yang, this situation can be imagined.

Everyone knows that Bai Changlin and Zhao Yang have always been wrong, as long as there is an opportunity, Bai Changlin often deliberately targets Zhao Yang, this time there is such an opportunity, I am afraid that he will not let it go easily.

The school has strict school rules, but no one can say anything about this kind of fighting in the fighting class, as long as there is no serious injury.

Xu Jieli, who was standing in the queue of girls over there, looked at Bai Changlin who walked out proudly, and then looked at Zhao Yang, who was still indifferent, and frowned slightly.

"Jieli...... I'm afraid that Zhao Yang will be beaten this time!"

Looking at Bai Changlin, who was about the same size as Zhao Yang over there, but was obviously stronger than Zhao Yang, a girl standing in front of Jieli laughed in a low voice.

Xu Jieli's cold face showed a trace of hesitation, she didn't say anything, just frowned and watched.