The one-star guard was 1.9 meters tall. He looked at Wu Bei with a joking look and asked, "Are you a relative of the prince's family?"
Wu Beixin asked why we were related, so she shook her head and said, "No."
The other party said: "If it's not a relative, then it's a descendant of an old friend. Okay, you come with me."
He took Wu Bei to a tin house. Under the strong sunlight, the temperature inside the tin house was extremely high, and there were only two small vents.
"The rules of the guard camp are that newcomers should stay in there for two hours. If you can't stand it anymore, just knock on the door and I will take you out."
Wu Bei was a little confused. What kind of rule was this?
There was nothing in the tin house, even the floor was cement. Wu Bei had nothing to do, so he just sat there and practiced.
After possessing the innate martial bones, he felt that his physique had been greatly enhanced, so he took out the other two little golden figures and continued to absorb the runes and spells on them.
Sure enough, he had already reached his limit, and this time he gently absorbed the runes and spells on the last two golden men. Immediately, he felt that these runes and spells were faintly connected into one, making his physique even better.
building.
In the hot iron room, the temperature quickly exceeded eighty-five degrees. The water at this temperature can already be used to make tea and eggs can be cooked. However, Wu Bei did not feel hot in it, and even felt warm.
Quite comfortable.
An hour passed quickly. Normally, an ordinary person would not be able to bear it for more than ten minutes after entering. He would knock on the door and ask for help. The one-star guard outside was actually a little anxious. When he saw that it was already an hour, he knocked on the door.
, the result was no response.
His heart tightened, and he quickly opened the door and saw Wu Bei sitting inside, with a calm expression and nothing wrong with him.
The guard breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Aren't you hot?"
Wu Bei: "Not bad."
The one-star guard knew that the person in front of him was not a simple person. He nodded and said, "You don't have to stay inside anymore. Come with me to see the commander."
In a blue-roofed tile-roofed house, there was a three-star guard sitting inside. This person was the guard officer in charge of the entire battalion. He squinted at Wu Bei and asked, "What's your name?"
Wu Bei said: "Sir, my name is Wu Bei."
The guard officer said "Hmm" and said, "The prince has given you the status of a one-star guard. A one-star guard can lead ten people." After saying this, he waved.
At this time, ten guards came out from behind him. None of them were guards with stars, and they were all wearing blue guard uniforms.
The guard officer said: "These ten people will be under your control from now on. If you can manage them, you will officially take office tomorrow. If you can't control them, there is nothing you can do."
Wu Bei understood that this should also be a test. He nodded and said: "They will be obedient."
Wu Bei then took these people to a separate house. The house had two floors, four rooms on the ground, and a small yard in front.
Arriving at the yard in front of the house, Wu Bei said: "From now on, I am your commander, and you must obey orders."
These ten people were actually carefully selected thorns, and even their former superiors were troubled by their existence. Now they were gathered together and given to Wu Bei to manage, with the purpose of embarrassing him.
At this time, these ten people immediately revealed their true colors, each one standing without any appearance, grinning and showing teeth, and some of them looked at Wu Bei with a half-smile.
Wu Bei kept a smile on his face and said: "You all sit down."
However, none of the ten people moved. A bald man stood up. He scratched his head and said, "I don't like sitting. Can I stand?"
Wu Bei could tell at a glance that this bald man had a lot of kung fu skills and was a master of the eighth level or above.
"No." Wu Bei said with a smile, "If you disobey orders, I will break your limbs."
Hearing this, the bald man burst out laughing: "Break my limbs? Do you have the ability to do that?"
"Crack!"
Before he could finish his words, Wu Bei had already kicked his left calf off. The bald man immediately screamed and sat on the ground holding his legs.
Wu Bei knelt down and stared into his eyes, asking: "Can you sit now?"
The bald man knew he had met a powerful ruthless person, so he nodded quickly and said, "If you can sit, you can sit!"
Wu Bei stood up and looked at the others. This time everyone sat down obediently.
"A soldier's order is to obey. No matter what order I give in the future, you must obey it immediately, otherwise I will make him very sad."
A tall and thin man curled his lips. He had a somewhat different background. His ancestors were monks, otherwise he would not be qualified to work in the palace.
Wu Bei noticed his actions, walked up to him and asked, "I see you are curling your lips, are you not convinced?"
The tall and thin man raised his eyebrows and said, "I didn't say that."
Wu Bei sneered: "Your cultivation is as ugly as shit, yet you dare to show off in front of me."
The tall and thin man was unconvinced: "Sir, although my cultivation level is not high, it is not as bad as you said."
"Snapped!"
Wu Bei slapped him in the face, cracking his facial bones, and the pain made the man shed tears.
"I say you look like shit, you are shit, you can't refute or question!"
The tall and thin man was shocked and angry. He had never been so angry since he was a child. He said sternly: "If you dare to hit me, my father will never forgive you!"
Wu Bei immediately picked him up and slapped him twice again, causing blood to flow from his mouth. Then he threw him to the ground and kicked him several times.
Qiu said coldly: "You are very tough. I like tough people."
At this time, the tall and thin man could no longer hold on and was rolling on the ground in pain. Wu Bei used every force to make the pain in his body ten times stronger than normal.
"I was wrong, sir, spare my life!"
Wu Bei kicked him, and the pain subsided a lot. The tall and thin man gasped for air and was covered in cold sweat.
"Sit down," he said.
The latter immediately sat down obediently, sitting more upright than anyone else.
Wu Bei was slightly satisfied and said: "It's very hot today, just right for training. In front of you is the playground. One lap is about two thousand meters. You can run ten laps around the playground for me. It shouldn't take more than half an hour. Who can do it?"
, I’ll break his legs, after all, if he runs so slowly, what’s the use of his legs?”
The bald man whose leg was broken asked with a grimace: "Sir, my leg is broken, what should I do?"
Wu Bei sneered: "You are a cultivator and can jump with one leg. If you can't finish these ten laps, I will break your other leg!"
After everyone heard this, their scalps went numb, this person is so cruel!
Finally, Wu Bei gave the order and everyone rushed to the playground, including the bald man with a broken leg.
A cultivator is a cultivator, with strong physical strength. Even if the bald man has a broken leg, he can still jump several meters and follow the others at a slightly slower speed.
Half an hour later, everyone had finished running. Fortunately, they all had good cultivation skills. Although they were a little tired, they could still hold on.
Wu Bei felt a little satisfied and said: "Now, you all go back to the dormitory to rest, and come out to gather in half an hour."
The group of people immediately returned to the dormitory. Half an hour later, after Wu Bei gave the order, they appeared in the courtyard immediately.
Wu Beidao: "I have a set of boxing skills here to teach you. You should learn it carefully. Whoever can't learn it should get out of the palace!"