"This is the Northwest Military Academy?"

Fang Qingyun looked at the building in front of him, a little confused.

Have you arrived at a refugee camp?

Is this because you know you have just made a fortune and are asking yourself to donate money?

The rough buildings are full of simplicity, almost as if they were piled up by hand.

The site is quite large.

A whole row of buildings stretches endlessly.

If he did somersaults, a general like Lao Li would be exhausted.

The key is that this place is already close to the battlefield. There are no residential areas, only some war fortresses.

This is equivalent to the front line.

The land here is the least valuable!

No, no one wants the money.

Therefore, Fang Qingyun looked at this so-called iron-blooded military academy with the same eyes as a temporary residence.

When I went camping in the wild and encountered an obsessive-compulsive disorder, maybe the toilets I built were better than this one.

but……

Fang Qingyun stared at the four big characters on the door: Northwest Military Academy.

"Who wrote this?"

The four big dark red characters are like dried blood.

The writing is vigorous and powerful, showing the killing spirit.

After watching it for a long time, he even felt like he had difficulty breathing.

"This was written by the principal himself, and contains the principal's martial arts artistic conception."

"Don't read too much, otherwise it will be bad for you."

A calm voice sounded in Fang Qingyun's ears.

The three of them turned to look.

A middle-aged man with glasses and a solemn expression stood side by side with them, staring at four large dark red characters.

"Who are you……"

Lao Li was shocked.

After all, I am a general, and a strong one among generals. It is a bit exaggerated to be approached so easily without noticing anything!

Are there so many senior people in Northwest Military Academy?

"Who are you……"

Fang Qingyun stared at the middle-aged man.

"Fang Qingyun, Zhao Junhong!"

The middle-aged man looked at Fang Qingyun, then at Zhao Junhong, and said calmly: "I'll pick you up and arrange your future life at the Northwest Military Academy."

After speaking, he took out two school badges.

"You first go to the registration office in the school to report and wait for their assignment. I will go find you."

"oh!"

The two nodded and looked at Lao Li at the same time.

Lao Li nodded slightly.

Although I don’t know who the person in front of me is, it is inevitable to go to the reporting office to report.

Moreover, we are already at the gate of the Northwest Military Academy, how can we still encounter danger?

That would be too disrespectful of the Snake King.

"Are you Li Xinhui?" The man with glasses suddenly looked at Lao Li.

Lao Li put a smile on his face and said, "Yes, any advice."

"Are you interested in serving at Northwest Military Academy?"

The man with glasses looked serious.

Old Li was startled, shook his head with a smile, and said, "No need."

The bespectacled man pushed up his glasses and said calmly: "I have your information here. I guarantee that such a thing will not happen at the Northwest Military Academy. With your strength, it would be a waste to serve as a teacher in the rear area.

.”

Lao Li smiled faintly and said to the other party, Qingyun and the others: "You guys go in quickly."

"good!"

Fang Qingyun and the other two looked at Lao Li strangely.

Is this guy still a person with a story?

I can’t tell!

The two walked into the Northwest Military Academy, and someone immediately came to verify their identities, and then guided them to the registration area.

On the way, Zhao Junhong couldn't help but muttered: "I'm going, this school is amazing."

Fang Qingyun nodded lightly.

In just a short while, dozens of students had already passed by them, each with a serious face and a strong smell of blood on their bodies, which was unstoppable.

In addition, they felt dull from the moment they walked into the school.

The ground beneath their feet exuded a hot atmosphere.

It seemed as if what they were stepping on was not the earth, but a ferocious giant beast.

Depressed!

Dull!

This school seems to be about to explode at any time.

Even the psychic energy is a bit richer than the outside world.

not simple.

This is the style of the human military academy!

Fang Qingyun's eyes were shining.

Reporting office.

The two submitted their information.

A middle-aged man with thick eyebrows swept his big eyes, raised his brows, looked at the two people with interest, and said: "The person who was recalled by the principal himself?"

The two of them didn't speak.

The middle-aged man didn't care. He looked at the two of them up and down, and then said, "I hope you won't disappoint the principal."

"Those who disappoint the principal have no right to survive!"

An indifferent voice sounded.

The man with glasses who had just separated appeared at the registration desk.

"Hey, the secretary is here."

The middle-aged man at the registration desk looked at the man with glasses with a smile.

The man with glasses nodded slightly and said, "I will take care of these two people myself."

"So important?" The middle-aged man was a little surprised.

"It is said that they all have good talents!" The man with glasses pointed at Fang Qingyun and said, "Preliminary estimate is that his spiritual power exceeds 80, so his spiritual power cultivation must be extremely fast."

He pointed at Zhao Junhong again and said: "It is suspected that he has the physique of a berserker, and his body is worth looking forward to."

"Oh!" The middle-aged man looked at the two of them with a more serious look.

Zhao Junhong and Fang Qingyun are a little weird.

If the man with glasses didn't say anything, they themselves would have forgotten it.

Fang Qingyun became the number one scholar because of his high spiritual power.

Zhao Junhong has a physique similar to that of a berserker, which has attracted attention.

However, there was a problem with their practice.

Damn it, Zhao Junhong now has a high psychic level, and Fang Qingyun is obviously better at physical strength.
To be continued...