It was just after six o'clock in the afternoon when we arrived at Wuhun Base. Anyway, it is a place where there is no difference between day and night. Xu Qing was taken directly to the General Staff Headquarters. Tomorrow is the day of the competition, so there is still plenty of time.
Long Fengyang sat on the oak wooden chair, and when he saw Xu Qing coming in, a smile appeared on his serious face. Earth realm warriors may have to obey the orders of the General Staff, but heaven realm warriors must get the respect they deserve.
As far as Chinese martial arts are concerned, adding one heavenly warrior is more intimidating than having a hundred earthly warriors.
Jun Lao, the only heaven-level martial artist in China's martial arts, is stationed in the Heavenly Prison. He can be said to be aloof from the outside world. He lives a hermit-like life without fighting against the world. It does not have much practical effect on the martial arts. However, Xu Qing is different.
He is young and ambitious, and in a sense, he is easier for Wuhun to use. Long Fengyang really regards him as a treasure now, a big treasure who will not fight back even if he slaps him in the face.
Xu Qing still showed due respect to the General Staff. He smiled and nodded and said: "General Staff, are you looking for me?"
Long Fengyang, who was behind the desk, stood up and said, "Would you like to sit down first, tea or a drink?" The dignified General Staff actually planned to make tea himself to entertain guests today. Looking at the entire Chinese martial arts, there are less than three people who can deserve this honor.
Xu Qing smiled and said: "Just a drink, just a can of beer!" This guy was not polite. Besides, he didn't drink any water on the plane, so his throat was really dry.
Long Fengyang walked to the vertical beverage cabinet on the side, took out two cans of special fresh beer, turned them back, and placed them all in front of Xu Qing: "This wine is good, but it's a bit weak."
Xu Qing thanked him, opened the door and took a sip. Not to mention that the wine tasted really good, full of malt aroma. Long Fengyang took out two packs of special cigarettes from the desk drawer and pushed them over.
"Xu Gongfeng, tomorrow's battle with Yangfan is no small matter. I wonder how sure you are?" Long Fengyang finally started to get to the point after getting all the cigarettes and wine.
Xu Qing smiled, held a cigarette in the corner of his mouth and said, "It's all in the realm of heaven. Would you believe it if I said I would win?"
Long Fengyang said with a noncommittal smile: "Don't say believe it or not, I have some information here that may be helpful to you." He rubbed his fingertips, and a small USB flash drive appeared between his fingers.
Xu Qing smiled and said: "The General Staff is so quick. I didn't even see how the thing in your hand came out just now."
Long Fengyang flicked his fingertips, and the USB flash drive drew a short arc in the air and threw it at Xu Qing's cheek. Tah! Xu Qing stretched out his two fingers and lightly held the USB flash drive between his fingers.
"Hmm! Not bad, it's still 16G. If it's used to store high-definition, it seems to hold a lot." Xu Qing smiled and put the USB flash drive into his pocket. The information inside was not too big for him to read.
Big difference.
Long Fengyang said: "This contains all the tricks Yang Fan used in the Longya Team. Destroy them immediately after reading them."
This thing was sent by Long Chenyu. He didn't want Yang Fan to win, so he used the edited moves that Yang Fan used when fighting against others. He thought that this thing was quite useful for Xu Qing, as long as he could find out the moves of Yang Fan.
A single leak in it can be effective in one blow.
"It's a pity to destroy it. Just delete it after reading the contents." Xu Qing didn't mean to keep the USB flash drive, so he said it casually.
Long Fengyang smiled and said: "It's up to you. I hope you can show off the majesty of the Chinese martial arts in the battle tomorrow. Just be careful not to beat anyone to death on the spot."
"Can't you beat people to death?" Now it was Xu Qing's turn to be helpless and asked in a low voice: "What if he is cruel to me?"
A meaningful smile appeared at the corner of Long Fengyang's mouth: "I mean try your best, who can guarantee the freedom of control in a full-out battle between two heavenly warriors?" The meaning of this is very simple, and he stopped for a moment.
He deserves to be beaten to death.
Only then did Xu Qing smile with satisfaction and said, "Then I'll go back and read the information first. I'll have enough energy to prepare for tomorrow's battle."
Long Fengyang pointed to the cigarette on the table and said: "Take it back and chōu, this cigarette is pretty good."
"Thank you!" Xu Qing was not pretentious, grabbed the cigarettes on the table and stuffed them into his pocket, and quickly left the General Staff Headquarters. When he walked downstairs, he suddenly realized that he could not remember the building where he lived before. In desperation,
He could only take out his mobile phone and dial Ren Bing's number. Unexpectedly, the call was hung up just as the call was connected. Just as he was wondering, he suddenly heard an engine roaring behind him. He turned around and saw Ren Bing driving the convertible.
The Ferrari sports car is speeding this way.
"No wonder this guy hangs up the phone!" Xu Qing smiled indifferently, kicked off his feet and flew up like a roc spreading its wings, letting the soldiers speed forward without slowing down. He saw his body flexibly folded five feet above the ground, not deviating.
Instead of leaning on it, he landed on the passenger seat of the car.
"Good guy, this car is good, but it's a little awkward to sit in." Xu Qing adjusted his sitting posture. The seats of this Ferrari sports car are really not that good.
Ren Bing smiled and said, "I'd like to give it to you. Anyway, it's just a random thing. I'll drive over there tomorrow and beat up Yang."
Xu Qing clucked his lips and said, "Does it take such a good car to beat him? I'll bring an excavator over tomorrow. After the beating is over, dig a hole and bury him."
Ren Bing laughed and said: "Good boy, you are really vicious. Okay, tomorrow we will drive an excavator over and show off your power."
The car stopped at the entrance of a flat-roofed building. Ren Bing jumped out of the car. Xu Qing, who was still in the car, glanced at the open metal door not far away with a suspicious look on his face. He couldn't help but feel puzzled. He remembered this place.
I've been here with He Shang once before. It seemed to be a training room. Why did Ren Bing bring his car here? Do you still want me to cram it in temporarily?
Bang! Ren Bing snapped his fingers, and Xu Qing jumped out of the car with a puzzled look on his face: "Boss, isn't this a training room?"
Ren Bing smiled mysteriously and said: "It doesn't matter where it is, just go all out and do a test later. Yang Fan has done a test here before. You will know who is stronger and has passed the test."
Xu Qing shrugged nonchalantly and said, "What are you waiting for? Let's go in! But let me declare first that the things tested must be kept strictly confidential." Ren Bing nodded and smiled, making a circle with his thumb and index finger, making an OK gesture.
The two walked into the training room hand in hand. Xu Qing found that the size and layout of the place was similar to that of Dr. He, except that the large hall was filled with various sports equipment. The two weird machines in the center of the hall were the most eye-catching. Above the machines
There are also eye-catching labels attached. One of them says: Super Force Tester, and the other says: Super Speed Tester.
One is for measuring force, and the other is for measuring speed. The prefix is also added with a very exaggerated word, super. According to Xu Qing's limited experience, these two machines must be very powerful things, otherwise how can they be matched?
It’s such a popular word, but I don’t know what the results of Yang Fan’s test were?