"For more than ten years, this world has been quietly changing. Various opportunities have emerged one after another, regardless of region. Most of the opportunities are only open to people under the age of twenty."
Shen Tutuo said slowly: "Even if we are both twenty years old, some opportunities can only be obtained by those with strong luck."
"Understood."
Su Ye understood instantly.
Things like luck are hard to explain.
Although the Baicang Empire has countless geniuses, the level of martial arts is there. Even without the so-called blessing of luck, the achievements will still not be low.
Some people are born with God's favor. Since they are favored, no matter where they are, their achievements will not be low.
Therefore, the Baicang Empire's recruitment is extremely targeted and requires people under the age of twenty to participate.
It is for these people, let them go to the battlefield to find opportunities, and then control these opportunities to strengthen the Baicang Empire.
The Baicang Empire spans millions of miles, and there are too many monsters and beasts entrenched there. God knows how many opportunities there are here?
Let these geniuses clean it up, and you will get opportunities even if you don't even think about it.
"Is it possible that there is a large spiritual vein in the battlefield?"
Su Ye asked a concerned question.
"The battlefields are all places with the most abundant resources. Naturally, there are also large low-grade spiritual veins. How many opportunities you can get depends on you."
Shen Tutuo gave a sonorous smile, turned around and hovered in the air, scanning the entire academy with the intention of reforming the academy.
Fulfill commitments.
Thousands of people flew out of the Baicang flying boat and fell into the academy.
The entire college began to undergo crazy renovations.
…
A flying boat with a hundred warehouses.
In a small courtyard.
"Old man, if you don't let me out, I will stab you to death."
Su Song was so angry that his teeth were itching, and the hand holding the spear was trembling slightly, not from anger, but from exhaustion.
Yesterday he entered Baicang Feizhou, originally wanting to compete with the geniuses Baicang Empire recruited this time.
As a result, after just two games, I met Yang Zheng.
Yang Zheng told him that there was a gunman on the flying boat, and he naturally wanted to visit, so he was brought here.
After arriving, he discovered that he had been deceived.
To compete with an old man in marksmanship, the only way to leave is to rush out of the courtyard.
The results can be imagined.
I have been trapped for a day and a night.
"You little bastard, you dare to call me "Master" in front of Grandpa. The old man likes you more and more for your death-seeking personality."
An old man with a fair complexion and meticulous hair and beard was leaning on a wooden post, with a wooden gun beside him, and looked at the frustrated Su Song with a smile.
It was this wooden spear that killed Su Song so hard that he couldn't resist and couldn't leave the courtyard.
"Smelly old man, then Yang Zheng is not a good guy, and neither are you."
Su Song gritted his teeth. The claws on his hands were shattered. His palms were bloody and bloody. The blood had stained the spear. He remained silent without saying a word. He took out a few pills and swallowed them. He cursed and said, "I don't believe it. I can't beat you."
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Although Su Song was out of tune many times, even if he was defeated overnight,
The dense potion of medicine quickly spread throughout his body, and Su Song rushed out of the hut again, stabbing the old man with a swift spear.
The old man didn't even move, but the wooden spear shot out of the air and instantly intertwined with Su Song's spear.
"Playing with control objects with me again."
Su Song's spear swept across, the spear intention was injected into it, and the violent power broke out in a rapid offensive.
This time he was fast and fierce, his soul burst out between his brows, and a spear of soul shot out instantly.
The slow old man suddenly raised his head and looked at the divine soul spear in surprise: "It is not easy to realize the meaning of the spear. How can you have such a powerful divine soul at such a young age?"
"It has nothing to do with you, haha, I rushed out."
Su Ye grunted, took advantage of the old man's distraction, shot the wooden gun away, and rushed out of the hut in a flash.
Unexpectedly, just as he rushed out of the small courtyard, Yang Zheng, who was guarding outside, flashed, and the same spear was stirred. The shooting technique was unpredictable, and Su Song, who had come out in a hurry, was blasted back into the small courtyard.
"Yang Zheng, you are despicable."
Su Song's eyes were about to burst. This was the closest he had come to being freed since he was trapped.
They said they could just call and leave, they are a bunch of liars.
Falling into the small courtyard, Su Song cursed: "Yang Zheng, if you dare to fight, let's see if I can stab you to death."
Snap.
With a solid skull fracture on his forehead, the meticulous old man said with his hands behind his back: "How dare you talk to your senior brother like this?"
"Senior brother? I have never had anyone as my teacher, so where can I find a senior brother?"
Su Song covered his head and grimaced in pain.
"It's rare to be able to grow to this point without becoming a disciple."
The old man laughed and looked Su Song up and down. The more he looked, the more satisfied he became. He said, "Everyone respects me as Ba Qiang. From now on, you will be called Mang Qiang. Come on, kneel down and become my master."
"Master is above."
With a pop, Su Song wiped his painful eyes filled with tears and kowtowed three times.
Ba Qiang obviously did not expect that Su Song, who had been resisting, would make a decision so quickly, and said with a surprised look on his face: "Why don't you resist? I am preparing to suppress you, so wouldn't it be in vain?"
"Disciple, are you reckless or stupid? You are always capable. Even if your purpose for finding me was not pure at first, but now you are sincere, there is no reason for me not to become your disciple."
Su Song slightly cupped his hands and showed a proud smile.
After all, he is at the pinnacle of foundation building. Although he has not been taken away from his body, he has entered the Supreme Creation, absorbed special energy, and his strength is comparable to that of pill formation.
Even Zhou Zhan and Zhou Boxuan couldn't make him have no ability to resist at all.
The old man used a wooden gun to stop him for a day and a night, and he was already convinced.
"Haha, as long as you're not stupid, I like it."
Ba Qiang smiled proudly: "Go tell your young master and come to my place again. I will only teach you for three days. It's up to you how much you can understand."
Su Song immediately bowed, turned around, left the small courtyard, and walked away through the air.
"Master, Su Ye is very good to Su Song. As long as Su Song is obsessed with your marksmanship, Su Ye will definitely agree to some requests."
Yang Zheng walked into the small courtyard, his face full of anxiety: "How can I make demands when I accept him as my disciple? Why are you so restless?"
"What? After the injury, you can teach me a lesson?"
Ba Qiang stroked his beard, and his arrogance could not be concealed in his indifferent words.
Every breath has a different rhythm.
Ba Qiang said: "This Su Song has a true temperament. If we always hold impure intentions, with his personality, he will not bow his head until death. Such a good apprentice, as a teacher, I don't want to miss it."
"But, your injury."
Yang Zheng's eyes were red, and he was a strong-willed man with tears streaming down his face.
"If you live a good life as a teacher, you won't die so easily. He may not be able to cure my injuries."
Ba Qiang explained. Seeing Yang Zheng like this, he turned away and said, "Also, why didn't you tell me that you were injured before? You felt that my teacher couldn't even protect you?"
…
The academy was rebuilt, and the Baicang Empire personally took action. This was a great honor for the entire Jin Kingdom.
"It's really great."
With a smile on Zhou Zhan's face, he looked at Su Ye and couldn't hide his emotion: "In the past, I only hoped that ordinary people could have a fair place to practice. Now this situation is beyond my imagination."
While speaking, Zhou Zhan couldn't help but bow slightly to Su Ye.
Recalling the changes in this month, Zhou Zhan felt as if he was in a dream.
"No need to thank me, as long as you don't forget your original intention."
Su Ye waved his hand to help the Sin Peak disciples, largely because Su Ye saw his own shadow in these people.
He was obviously extremely talented, but his meridians were blocked by the great elder, and he was barely living.
Su Ye didn't want these disciples, who were obviously extremely talented, to waste their time because they were targeted by the academy.
"If one day I forget my original intention, you will definitely come and kill me."
Zhou Zhan spoke to Su Ye seriously, and there was a hint of pleading in his words. This was his promise.
"If that happens, I will beat you back to your original form and put you outside the Kung Fu Pavilion to collect the money."
Su Ye smiled slightly, looked at the two thousand disciples of Jinfeng and said: "We can only take away a thousand people this time. Have you selected them?"