"Three, two, one, jump!"

On the rough sand, Yang Zhaoke paced with his hands behind his back, looking around the entire training ground with a serious look on his face, looking like the head coach of the 800,000-strong Forbidden Army.

The current training event is definitely familiar to anyone on earth, and it is the long jump.

High jump, long jump, long-distance running and sprinting are all very basic exercises, but for these low-level warriors, strengthening their physical fitness must start from the most basic things. With a comprehensive and balanced physical fitness, they can then practice martial arts.

It will be much easier.

Looking at these ordinary young men in the muscle-strengthening and bone-refining stages, Yang Zhaoke couldn't help but feel a little inexplicable, as if he saw himself in the past. During those years when he was swaying his youth and sweat, he would be a little unrealistic.

The dreams you have will be a bit naughty and willful, and those tastes are still fresh in my mind even after I think about them.

But life is pretty good now. I work diligently at work. In my free time, I occasionally sneak into An Shisheng's star bandit group and roam freely among the stars. Most of the time, I am a gangster, and plundering is extremely enjoyable.

And there is no psychological burden, and everything he gets is basically used for his own use, and Yu Ling never asks any questions.

Happy is quite happy, although sometimes she feels that something is missing.

Of course, it's definitely not the lack of a man. She feels that it's the most enjoyable to be alone and have fun. Why should she find someone to take care of her? She has to consider the other person's feelings more when doing anything. This is too unfree.

.

So even if Yang Huoxin found her some acceptable blind date partners every now and then, within two days at most, they would all fall in love, and from now on they would talk about Yang's perverts, like avoiding snakes and scorpions.

Yang Zhaoke feels that he is definitely not picky. Things like love depend on fate, but things like marriage cannot depend on feelings. If you have to make do with someone you don't like at all, then the only advantage will probably be that your days are like years.

, can live the same life span dozens of times longer than others.

Yang Huoxin always felt that she still missed someone, but actually Yang Zhao didn't think so. In the past few years, the number of times she saw someone had become less and less, and the good feelings that had arisen at the time had almost disappeared. After all, time is the most powerful thing.

Diluting all the emotions, she now feels that this relationship that started with appearance is more complete than the relationship between brothers.

Well, no, it seems that we can't even be brothers. We have to keep in mind the supreme status of the leader of the alliance at all times, so as not to accidentally overstep and be chopped up and fed to the dogs.

Although Yang Zhaoke feels that Yuling has not changed much over the years, those who followed him and supported him have now received their due rewards. Even those who died on the way, their relatives have also received their due rewards.

He received a generous pension and said that he wanted to implement some kind of welfare system.

No matter what, that guy always seems to be able to say some new words and concepts that others have never heard of. I don’t know what kind of brain he has.

"Miss Yang, what are you thinking about?" A voice suddenly appeared.

Yang Zhaoke was so excited that he almost jumped up. He almost thought that someone else had discovered that he was secretly complaining about Yu Ling. When he turned around and saw that it was Murong Xin'er, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I'm scared to death. Miss, can you show up next time?"

You couldn't say hello, why did you come up behind me without making a sound?"

"Didn't I say hello?" Murong Xin'er sat on the bench beside the training ground, quietly looking at the sweaty boys and girls.

"Hey, it seems that Miss Miss's training during this period has not been in vain. When I first came to this sandy area, I saw you hit the ground with your feet. Now you can't make a sound when you walk. It seems that you have mastered the peak strength of Gu Yuan.

Well, is the next step going to be the realm of immortality?" Yang Zhaoke also sat next to her and said in a relaxed tone.

In the past few months, she had been helping Murong Xin'er with his "rehabilitation training." She was originally worried that this young lady was arrogant and difficult to serve, but as she got acquainted with her, she discovered that she was just cold on the outside and hot on the inside, and that arrogance was actually a pretense.

It was for people she hated. Moreover, the whole training process was boring and arduous, but Murong Xin'er didn't say she was tired. Even Yang Zhaoke admired her.

"When you reach the realm of immortality, you will stop here. You will never make any progress in your life." Murong Xin'er said calmly.

"Oh my, that's a super boss that we and other mortals need to look up to. Look at how many Immortal Realm masters there are in the entire Northern Territory." Yang Zhao laughed.

"Although I say that, I still feel that I am not capable of doing it many times, especially now that the situation is on the verge of breaking out. I don't have the courage to waste my efforts and start over again. I just hope that I can still have some use. After all..." Murong Xin'er said

Halfway through, he suddenly saw a young girl walking over hesitantly, and then changed the subject and said, "It seems like she is here to see you, right?"

"Ah, no, no, you guys talk first, it doesn't matter to me!" The girl hurriedly took two steps back and waved her hands.

"What the hell do you call me..." Yang Zhaoke sneered, beckoned and said, "Come here, Wang Ling, right? Just tell me if you have anything to do, and don't be sneaky around there."

"Oh." The girl walked up honestly and whispered: "Instructor, I have finished practicing my basic swordsmanship, and I would like to ask you to correct me."

"Finished? Is it so fast?" Yang Zhaoke was surprised. After all, she mainly focused on basic training and had only practiced martial arts a few times. Most of her disciples did not have photographic memory and could remember it.

Two or three moves are already pretty good, but a genius seems to have appeared in front of him?

"Since you have business, I won't disturb you." Murong Xin'er stood up and prepared to leave.

"It's okay, it's okay, just sit down and watch together." Yang Zhaoke waved his hand, turned to Wang Ling and smiled: "This is the great master, you have to catch up with Qiao'er, if this sister

I am willing to give you a few pointers, but you are a blessing from cultivation in your previous life."

"Ah?" Wang Ling seemed a little at a loss.

"Just practice here again, why, you can't do it anymore?" Yang Zhaoke said.

"Oh, I will." Wang Ling came to his senses and held the long sword with a concentrated look. His figure was as graceful as a giant, and he practiced a set of basic swordsmanship smoothly, including stabbing, smashing, cutting, extracting and other techniques.

All proficient.

"It's a good seedling." Murong Xin'er nodded.

She stood up, slightly corrected some of Wang Ling's posture, and said with great appreciation: "It's very good to have such a level at this age, and your swordsmanship has naturally developed a sense of 'intent'. This is really

It’s very rare, so in the future you can take the path of Kuai Jian or Xu Jian.”

"Thank you sister, you are really amazing." Wang Ling said obediently.

"Come on." Murong Xin'er saw that many teenagers were coming over curiously, so he didn't want to disturb Yang Zhaoke's work, so he said directly: "Is there no one at the No. 1 training ground now? Let me borrow the key."

"There is no one. Most people really don't have access to the No. 1 training ground. If I go in, I will be beaten to death. Come on."

Yang Zhaoke waved his hand and watched Murong Xin'er's back go away. He couldn't help but start to mutter in his heart, how could such a beautiful girl with good temperament and a good personality get hooked up with that guy? The key point is that she hooked up and then rejected him.

I don't know how he could do such a cruel thing.

But having said that, a certain person is quite single-minded. There are so many beauties in the whole North who are rushing to marry him, but he doesn't pay attention to any of them, so that some gossips start to spread some rumors.

Weird rumors...

Huh, this girl once had no chance to get close to the water, how can those coquettish bitches still want to turn the world upside down?

Yang Zhaoke curled his lips and looked up to see Wang Ling still standing in front of him. He couldn't help but said in a daze, "Why are you looking at me? Why aren't you going to train?"

"Um, Coach Yang, do you have any more advanced sword skills? I want to learn more." Wang Ling whispered.

"Oh, come with me. Logically speaking, I can't teach you, but since you have this talent... it doesn't matter if you break the rules occasionally, but you are strictly prohibited from teaching others privately, otherwise the camp rules will not be forgiving. You

It's useless to ask me for mercy." Yang Zhaoke said and walked towards a training room.

"Okay, okay." Wang Ling responded and followed obediently.

After arriving indoors, Yang Zhaoke pulled out a thin sword from the weapon rack, scratched his head and said, "Let me think about which sword technique suits your style better... Ah, yes! Wang Ling, you can practice it

…”

Her voice stopped suddenly, because at this moment the two people's eyes met, Wang Ling's eyes suddenly lit up with a faint purple light, as if it could suck people's hearts into the bottomless abyss.

She looked at Yang Zhaoke, stunned in place, and a sneer appeared on the corner of her lips, but her voice was soft and full of temptation: "Your name is Yang Zhaoke."

Yang Zhaoke dumbly repeated: "Your name is Yang Zhaoke."

Wang Ling's face suddenly darkened, and she raised her voice and said, "Your name is Yang Zhaoke! My name is not Yang Zhaoke!"

Yang Zhaoke also said loudly: "Your name is Yang Zhaoke! No..."

"Okay, okay, stop it." Wang Ling slapped his forehead, feeling that there seemed to be something wrong with his hypnosis, and reactivated his soul power and said: "I am the secret agent of the Phantom Clan in the Western Alliance, and I have the highest loyalty to His Majesty the Spirit Emperor.

I am willing to do whatever it takes for our clan’s cause, including sacrificing my own life.”

Wang Ling paused for a moment, and seeing that this time Yang Zhaoke finally repeated it correctly, he continued: "I have been lurking in Western Union for many years just to carry out the current mission."

She handed Yang Zhaoke a pack of dark purple medicinal powder and said calmly: "Tomorrow at noon, go find Nilabe and ask him to come to the martial arts training camp for inspection. When the time is right, you use this to kill his bodyguards and then knock him out.

Bring it to me, do you understand?"

"Understood." Yang Zhaoke took the powder and nodded, then without hesitation, he knocked out Wang Ling in front of him with a knife.

"You dare to play dirty tricks with me, my aunt? Our wise alliance leader has already anticipated this and sent me a defensive Horcrux long ago. It's only the early stage of Soul Realm. What's so good about it?

It's really..." Yang Zhaoke shook his head with disdain, picked up Wang Ling and ran quickly to the Gu Palace.
Chapter completed!