The black-armored general's martial arts cultivation has reached the peak of Yijin and is about to enter the marrow training. Seeing that Ye Lang has not practiced any martial arts, but he can swing two stone locks weighing at least 600 kilograms with ease and ease, his heart arouses for a moment.
Love of talent.
Such a person must be a strong general after some training.
General Heijia's background is not simple either. He is the third son of Prince Jianglong.
The sergeant in front of him parted a path, and a burly black-armored general walked not far from Ye Lang: What's your name?
Me! My name is Ye Lang! But after saying his name, Ye Lang couldn't help but be stunned: Is my name really Ye Lang? But he shook his head, it doesn't matter what his name is, as long as he can protect Ah Hui.
, even if it means risking your own life.
Ye Lang! Are you willing to join the army and go to the battlefield? I heard that you are a blacksmith! The black-armored general looked at the young man with interest.
Are you going to join the army and go to the battlefield so that you won’t hurt my Ah Hui? Ye Lang doesn’t care about the other party’s identity at all.
This black-armored general exuded a bloody aura. At first glance, it was clear that he was a ruthless character who had killed countless people on the battlefield, but Ye Lang was not afraid at all.
There was also a trace of admiration in the eyes of the black-armored general. He deliberately did not restrain his momentum. Let alone an ordinary young man, even a veteran of hundreds of battles would tremble under his momentum as long as he did not have Yi Jin's martial arts skills.
The young man's frail body looked at the black-armored general without any sign of weakness. Many veterans showed admiration for this young man. The most respected people in the army are the strong and brave.
Although this young man has not practiced any military martial arts, his extraordinary courage has earned him respect.
Young man! You are very good! After speaking, the black-armored general threw a token to Ye Lang: report to Nu Feng Camp by yourself.
The black-armored general left, but many people looked sympathetically at Ye Lang. The Nufeng Battalion was one of the most elite troops under the command of King Jianglong, and could be said to be the elite among the elite.
But it is also an army with the highest mortality rate. Whenever the most difficult battles are fought, the Furious Front Battalion is always at the front. Unlike them, although they are just ordinary heavy troops, they usually do not have to face difficult battlefields.
The captain patted Ye Lang's shoulder apologetically and said: Man! Take care of yourself!
Ye Lang looked at the captain who led him into the military camp coldly but said nothing.
Master Song has regarded him as his personal disciple. He couldn't help but feel regretful when he heard that Ye Lang was sent to the Nufeng Camp by the three generals. However, the military orders were overwhelming, and he had no courage to argue with the three generals.
Ye Lang took his pet dog Ah Hui on his way to the Nufeng Camp. As one of the most elite troops under King Jianglong, the Nufeng Camp was stationed on a grassland. Ye Lang carried dry food on his back.
After three days of journey, one person and one dog finally arrived at the Nufeng Camp. After showing the token, Ye Lang followed the sergeant's instructions and went to the baggage office to receive his own equipment, which was a set of armor, an iron gun and a waist knife.
When Ye Lang first arrived at the Nu Feng Camp, he could only start as a soldier. However, the treatment in the Nu Feng Camp was significantly higher than that of other ordinary sergeants. Every five people lived in a tent, and the tents were covered with soft wool so that they would not be woken up by the cold at night.
Hey! Brother! You are selected to the Nufeng Camp at such a young age. It seems that you have extraordinary abilities. I am your corps leader. From now on, we will all be brothers sharing life and death. Let me introduce you:
This is two cows! This is three dogs...! A giant man in heavy armor is introducing his companions to Ye Lang.
Those who can be selected into the Furious Front Camp are all fearless landlords on the battlefield. It can be said that the entire Furious Front Camp is the elite of all battles, and they are the elite among the elite.
Ye Lang looked at one of his companions named Tan Wei. He was actually younger than himself, but the look he looked at him was very friendly, but the look that the short man with half-white hair and a little older looked at him was not.
So friendly.
Have you never practiced martial arts? The captain asked.
No! Ye Lang shook his head! He handed a steamed bun to Ah Hui!
It is not uncommon for the military to keep dogs, and many fierce dogs are used on the battlefield.
Through some exchanges, Ye Lang learned that martial arts training in this world is very difficult, and those who have the talent to practice martial arts are rare.
This corps commander is almost fifty, and his martial arts cultivation level is only at the fourth level of physical training. However, the melee with countless people on the battlefield does not depend on the individual's martial arts cultivation level.
You! Come here, it’s that short man with some gray hair, but he has a disgusting smell on his body. Ye Lang hates him very much.
It seems that he is trying to show off his power! Ye Lang sneered in his heart!
As soon as he walked in front of him, he saw the short man punching Ye Lang in the stomach. Although he had no martial arts skills, the power was very fierce. Ye Lang did not dodge the same punch.
The short man's fists collided, and there was a click. The short man's fist was shattered by Ye Lang's iron fist, and he fell to the ground and howled in pain.
Although Ye Lang has lost his martial arts, his physical strength and strength may not be his opponent even for the peak body-building mirror warriors. Although he has lost his martial arts cultivation and memory, his fierceness and martial arts consciousness are still there! He can barely be considered a golden finger!
The law enforcement sergeant came over to understand the situation and took the short sergeant down!
Where was he? Ye Lang asked that Tan Wei!
If you are better, go to the supply camp, otherwise you will be thrown into the wild to fend for yourself! Tan Wei's face showed a look of indifference: You are very strong, maybe you have the talent to practice martial arts.
Seeing Ye Lang easily smashing the short man's fist, the team leader knew that Ye Lang was born with supernatural power. Even though he was at the fourth level of physical training, he was not sure that he could win against a person with natural power one on one. He just wanted to make up for the difference in his own team.
Give up!
The next morning, before dawn, the drums for the assembly started ringing! The sergeants began to drill, wearing heavy armor and holding weapons, and quickly assembled under the scorching sun. This shows that the elite of the Furious Front Camp was completed.
The grassland is very vast, and tens of thousands of soldiers from the Nufeng Battalion gathered quietly without making any sound!
Barbarian Bull Boxing originated from the indomitable momentum of the ancient Barbarian Bull! I saw a black-armored general on the high platform explaining the training method of Barbarian Bull Boxing. It was the third general who got himself into the Furious Front Camp.
Ye Lang listened carefully to the various essentials of Man Bull Boxing. It didn't take long for the explanation to be completed and he saw the three generals starting to practice Man Bull Boxing on the high platform.
The whistling wind of the fist was extremely powerful, but after Ye Lang carefully understood it, he felt that there seemed to be some flaws in this bull fist, but he couldn't tell where it was.
As his memory disappeared, he also forgot the true meaning of martial arts he once understood, but the true meaning of martial arts took root deep in his heart, but it was very weak.
When he protected Ye Lang that time, his true meaning of martial arts was almost exhausted. For example, if Ye Lang's true meaning of martial arts was once a sea, now it is just a ladle of water.
He forgot everything about himself.
In the end, I saw the three generals in a strange posture. The roar of the fist in their hands completely distorted the air, forming a savage shadow. It was not vitality or gang energy, but an airflow formed by forcibly twisting the air!
I saw the phantom of the barbarian bull crashing into a stone slab more than three meters high, with a roar and rocks flying!
The soldiers in the audience were still silent. This was the elite. The three generals left after completing the drill. The lieutenant general was responsible for training the sergeants in Barbarian Bull Boxing. The first style of Barbarian Bull Fist began!
Ye Lang, like the other sergeants, took on the stance of a bull stomping on the ground, but this pose was to exercise the strength of the body. Under the scorching sun, beads of sweat oozed from everyone's forehead.
But everyone is gritting their teeth and persisting. The Barbarian Bull Stomps on the Ground is based on the ancient Barbarian Bull Stomping on the Ground in order to attack and accumulate strength. To put it bluntly, it is a one-shot technique!
In the early stage of Zhuang Gong, you need to maintain a certain posture to let the blood flow throughout the body to develop the human body's potential.
Ye Lang secretly memorized all the essentials of Man Bull Boxing. Man Bull Boxing is just the most superficial martial arts in the army, but it is not easy to practice it well. There is a sergeant from Nufeng Battalion who has practiced it for ten years.
It has not yet reached the realm of physical training.
More than three hours had passed, and some of the sergeants could no longer hold on under the scorching sun, but they still gritted their teeth and persisted.
Ye Lang seemed unable to hold on at first, but a sentence suddenly flashed through his mind. Right and smooth! That's right! In fact, this sentence comes from the Xingyi of one of the ancient Chinese martial arts!
Ye adjusted his body shape slightly, only to feel that the pain in his body was slowly fading away. A warm current rose from his Dantian and slowly flowed inside his body. Under extreme fatigue, Ye Lang had practiced
The Xingyi in Guo's bones was finally inspired by him.
Although it is not a bad thing that he has lost all his martial arts skills, in fact, although his martial arts cultivation has made rapid progress on Earth, the foundation is somewhat unstable!
Ye Lang's ground stance was still the stance of a bull stepping on the ground, but he used the Xingyi spirit method of the ancient Chinese internal martial arts. Although he had forgotten all the training methods, the charm of the Xingyi ancient martial arts of the Chinese internal martial arts was still there.
At this moment, he understood everything.
Ye Lang glanced at the rest of the people with his peripheral vision. Many of them had their legs trembling or their faces flushed. In this way, they would not even be able to practice kung fu in their lifetime. At most, they would only gain some brute strength. Ye Lang was disdainful.
Waves of warm currents rose from his Dantian and entered Ye Lang's limbs. Gradually he stopped sweating. Feeling his mouth was dry, Ye Lang subconsciously closed the pores on his body.
He only felt a wave of cold air rising from his back and intersecting with the hot current in his Dantian. Ye Lang felt a sharp pain coming from his perineum, but he gritted his teeth to hold it back. After the severe pain, the hot current in his Dantian passed through and he immediately felt refreshed, almost
I can't help but get excited.
Ye Lang relaxed his body slightly and began to observe the surroundings with the corner of his eyes. Although he had lost his memory, the true meaning of martial arts was still very pitiful, but his vision was still there.
Even if you practice like this until your hair is gray, you won't be able to practice kung fu. Ye Lang made a mental evaluation of the sergeant next to him. It seems that he has no martial arts talent. Although he has no martial arts talent, he has been practicing for a long time.
Barbarian Bull Boxing can still increase body strength and speed.
A whole morning passed before the colonel on stage waved the flag. As the flag was waved, the sergeants fell to the ground one after another, rubbing their numb and sore legs and bodies. Ye Lang didn't want to expose his body and pretended to be relaxed.
Start kneading your legs on the ground.
The Huotou Army has already brought food to them. Compared with the military camp where Ye Lang once stayed, it is much richer. Not only is there enough meat tubes, but there is also a pot of wine, although it is just ordinary wine. (To be continued)