Hu Huan looked at the yellow-haired girl, "successfully" conjuring the card he had just played in the cards in his hand, and felt so bored.
He had mastered this simple gambling skill since he was seven or eight years old. He could even see that this yellow-haired girl's gambling skills were really bad, full of flaws, and her method of hiding cards was not as good as his father's.
The guy at the casino gate.
"The Qianlong Army really accepts everyone."
"Forget it, I'm not a serious warrior."
"I can come in, why can't others?"
Hu Huan comforted himself a few words. The yellow-haired girl happily put away the poker because she successfully displayed her gambling skills. Following Hu Huan's instructions, she went to her dormitory. Before getting on the elevator, she looked back and smiled, shaking her hands.
A card flew out.
Hu Huan reached out and grabbed it, and heard the yellow-haired girl say: "Good brother, if my sister likes you, I will give you this card."
Hu Huan opened his palms, glanced at the cards in his hand, and then at the yellow-haired girl who walked into the elevator. He was stunned.
He wouldn't be surprised even if the opponent played eight big ghosts, but now he couldn't help but be surprised when the yellow-haired girl flew out this card...
It’s a fetish card!
"Is this thing so worthless? Can it be treated as a tip?"
When Luo Sihai took away the blood-sucking vine, he only said that this thing can be worth a third-class merit, but he did not say that the Chinese government had tried several times to go overseas to participate in the auction of foreign magic cards, but they all failed because of insufficient funds.
Full of success, short of success.
Hu Huan is also a raw soldier. Although he often hears about meritorious service from various media, he doesn't really know what a third-class meritorious service means.
He also couldn't judge how precious the fetish card was.
The yellow-haired girl sent this fetish card, which completely changed Hu Huan's "values", and his value judgment on the fetish card went out of control.
Hu Huan played with it for a while. The fetish card in his hand showed a wild boar with sharp tusks on the front, and there were several lines of text on the back of the card.
The arrogant pig Ganglie(Normal)
Attack(C)
Defense(B)
Life(C)
Strength(C)
Speed(C)
Except for the B-level defense, there is nothing commendable about the data of this card, especially it doesn't even have any special abilities. Hu Huan curled his lips, knowing why the yellow-haired girl gave it to him.
Although the fetishism technique in his mind is still fragmentary and not complete enough, it is enough for Hu Huan to understand this practice method.
His method of storing the magical card in his body and borrowing its power is a very tricky method. In fact, Xiao Jianseng's method of directly merging it with the foreign magical card and swallowing its power is the normal way to use it.
Hu Huan's trick, although it can only increase the power of the fetish card, does not possess these abilities itself, but he can change the card at any time, and there is no taboo.
After Xiao Jianseng merged with the blood-sucking vine, the card disappeared, and the strange power became one with the seventh squad leader, which was his own power.
However, complete fusion also means that even if Xiao Jianseng obtains a brand new fetish card, it will not be able to fuse again unless it matches his own power and does not conflict.
Among the memory fragments Hu Huan obtained, there are dozens of paths to the fetish card, from low to high, with perfect matching and minimal conflict.
This thing is not a random fusion at all.
The current situation is that there are too few awakened people, and they are even rarer among professionals. The fetish cards are so precious that they cannot be exchanged for foreign currency. Xiao Jianseng has no choice.
The yellow-haired girl didn’t know which of the fifteen clans she was following, but she definitely had a better path, so she gave up the fetish card of the arrogant Pig Ganglie.
"Give it to Brother Zhang later!"
Hu Huan put the fetish card away and took a look at the sign-in book. At this time, fifty-five students had reported, and there were still two students to go.
He sighed, without the poker, and just thinking about how to pass the time, he heard the sound of quarreling.
Hu Huan walked out of the teaching building and saw two people confronting each other across the lotus pond. One was a young Taoist priest, and the other was a shaven boy. He was shirtless and his feet were bare. They were showing off their boxing skills and were menacing.
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Hu Huan was also at a loss. After learning boxing for a few days under the guidance of Xiao Jianseng and Zhang Juhua, it can be seen that the two people's boxing skills are not bad.
The little Taoist priest scolded angrily: "The Taoist wants to destroy demons, but you are protecting that thing. Who is responsible if it harms people?"
The short-haired boy didn't give in at all, and yelled back: "You saw her kill someone? Why do you say that she harmed people with such empty talk? What qualifications do you have to kill it casually?"
Hu Huan really couldn't listen anymore and interrupted the two of them: "Are you two here to report?"
The young Taoist priest didn't even look at him, and shouted: "There's a fight! You stay away, so as not to affect innocent people."
The short-haired boy replied without hesitation: "It's none of your business? Get away from me."
Hu Huan touched his chin and asked, "Are you scolding me?"
The short-haired boy immediately retorted: "Why are you scolding me?"
Hu Huan snapped his fingers and freed the swarm of air-eating insects in his body. He exerted force with one step and turned into a strong wind. He was several dozen meters away and came in an instant.
Class D speed is more than 60 kilometers per hour.
C-class speed is over 90 kilometers per hour, comparable to speed kings such as springbok and pronghorn, and only slightly inferior to cheetahs.
The speed of the air-eating insect swarm is B level. Hu Huan has used it several times and can easily throw away the brute giant monkey without a trace. Although he has not actually measured the speed, he can roughly estimate the speed of B level.
, which is about two to three times the speed of C-class.
When Hu Huan explodes with all his strength, he can probably reach one hundred meters in two seconds, which is equivalent to one-tenth of the speed of a pistol bullet.
With his terrifying speed, when Hu Huan's face appeared in front of the short-haired boy, if his hair had been longer, it would have been messy.
The short-haired boy was so frightened by Hu Huan who suddenly appeared in front of him that he almost stuttered.
"You...how did you get here?"
"Come here!"
"Are you sure you were scolding me just now?"
The short-haired boy hesitated for a moment and replied decisively: "Brother, I was wrong!"
The young Taoist priest laughed so hard that he felt happy when his stubborn opponent was defeated. The opponent was really infuriating.
Hu Huan had no intention of taking action. The other party admitted his mistake, so he didn't feel sorry for himself. He said slowly: "Are you here to report? Please go through the formalities with me."
The young Taoist priest immediately said: "I am here to report, Lingbao Zong Qingyou, to participate in the 25th Military Special Combat Talent Training Course. Here is my letter of introduction, as well as the teacher's personal letter."
Hu Huan accepted the letter of introduction from the young Taoist priest. As for the autographed letter, he really didn't know what it was for, so he didn't accept it. He only said: "I am only responsible for signing in here, no other documents are needed, just