wicked immortal

The smile on Lu Feng's face also froze.

Everyone stared at Zhao Yuan.

It turned out that he was Zhao Yuan.

Before Zhao Yuan could feel Lu Feng's enthusiasm, the other party's hand had already been withdrawn, and the face that was originally enthusiastic was piercingly cold.

Zhao Yuan's hand was empty, and he made a gesture of shaking hands awkwardly.

"Cough cough..."

Recently, when he was with Lan Caier on the grassland, Zhao Yuan had already trained his skin to be thicker than the city wall. He pretended to cough a few times, and retracted his hand unconsciously.At this moment, Zhao Yuan realized that the surrounding soldiers all looked at him with incomparable indifference, as if he was a different kind.

In fact, here, Zhao Yuan himself is an outlier.

Because, out of a hundred people, 99 soldiers are all from the Sledgehammer God, and he is the only difference.Of course, Zhao Yuan didn't think he was the one who killed Eunuch Wu, the problem was, everyone thought he was.

The Sledgehammer God's method is very straightforward. He mobilizes all the outstanding masters of the army to train intensively, and suppresses Zhao Yuan through various means. If Eunuch Wu wants to promote Zhao Yuan in the future, he must pass the Sledgehammer God. It can be said that people who are better than Zhao Yuan still have many excuses to reject Eunuch Wu.

The Sledgehammer God doesn't want to turn against Eunuch Wu completely. His move is not indifferent, because this training is tantamount to an assessment of reserve talents. Even if there is one person who is better than Zhao Yuan, the Sledgehammer God will That person can replace the position promoted by Zhao Yuan.

Although the Great Hammer God had seen Zhao Yuan fight, he didn't think Zhao Yuan could defeat all his subordinates.The Sledgehammer God knows his subordinates very well, especially the outstanding masters of the younger generation. Among the 99 soldiers he mobilized, there are several soldiers with qualifications and potentials, even the Sledgehammer God. Impressed...

……

Zhao Yuan naturally didn't know the thoughts of the Sledgehammer God, but he could feel the rejection from these soldiers, which was naked rejection.

Finally, we arrived at our destination in the morning.

After a few words from a burly coach, everyone was taken to a dormitory.

At this time, Zhao Yuan knew the purpose of this trip.

Eight people in a room.

It may have been arranged long ago, and the person who shared the dormitory with Zhao Yuan happened to be the person who rode with him in the carriage.

Under the leadership of the soldiers at the training base, everyone signed the report, filled in some messy information, and took some daily necessities back to the dormitory to settle down.

Zhao Yuan has been severely isolated. No matter what he is doing, no one talks to him. At this time, the other people in their dormitory have already chatted happily and met each other until it is too late.

Faced with this kind of isolation, Zhao Yuan had no choice but to let it go.

After settling in, it was time for lunch.

A group of soldiers filed out from the dormitory and walked towards the cafeteria in twos and threes, Zhao Yuan walked behind alone.

The cafeteria is very large and empty, and a group of soldiers are queuing up for meals.

Zhao Yuan also joined the queue. Immediately, there was a section behind him, which was empty.

"***, let people live!"

Glancing at the back, Zhao Yuan became furious. If he lived in this environment for a long time, it would be strange if he didn't become a lunatic.

It's Zhao Yuan's turn.

Zhao Yuan put the basin on the stage.

"You are Zhao Yuan from Jiudaowan?" The fat chef looked at Zhao Yuan with disdain.

"Yes." Zhao Yuan looked blank.

"I heard that you killed King Zuo Xian with a woman?"

"Yes." Zhao Yuan's face turned cold instantly.If he heard some rumors, Zhao Yuan could still bear it, but he couldn't bear this kind of staring and contempt.

"You also killed a man called... called..."

"Lu Naluo." Zhao Yuan's gaze was like a knife.

"That's right, Lunaluo...**** Assassin's slave, it's so hard to remember the name...You're so damn lucky that you've come here. This is the best training camp in Heishui City... ...Pfft...Eat it, I heard that the Jiudaowan barracks often eat moldy food and it's because of your entrustment...Eat it!"

The obese chef didn't feel Zhao Yuan's knife-like eyes at all. He said to himself, picked up a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of beef, put it into Zhao Yuan's basin, and then spat out hard. After taking a bite, he raised his face, and finally, he saw Zhao Yuan's murderous eyes.

"What, hehe, I want to kill someone! You think this is Jiudao Bend..." The fat chef looked at Zhao Yuan with a proud face, and at this moment, the chefs around burst into laughter, and the sound of laughter made Fatty feel more Treat yourself like a hero.

Amidst the roar of laughter, Zhao Yuan's ferocious gaze gradually softened, just when everyone thought Zhao Yuan would choose to swallow his anger, an astonishing scene appeared.

"Cough... puff..." Zhao Yuan coughed out a mouthful of thick phlegm and spat it into the basin, and said to the fat man calmly, "Eat this bowl of rice!"

The whole cafeteria suddenly became quiet.

Countless eyes fell on Zhao Yuan's face, it was a calm face, it looked like he was joking.

However, everyone knew that Zhao Yuan was not joking, because a chill filled the cafeteria, like a cold wind swept past, and people fought a cold war for no reason.

"Hahaha...you told me to eat this pot of rice...haha..." The fat man raised his neck and laughed loudly, not knowing the danger.

"I'll say it again, eat him!" Zhao Yuan said every word.

"Eat your mother..."

Before the fat man could swear, Zhao Yuan stretched out his arms like lightning, stretched out his big hand, pressed down on the fat man's head, and pressed hard, there was a muffled sound of "Peng", and the fat man's whole face was pressed against his head. basin above.

"Woooo..."

The cafeteria was suffocatingly quiet, only the fat man's voice could be heard.At this time, the fat man desperately tried to support his head with his hands, but the hand that was pressing on his head was like a pair of iron clamps tightly clamping him, making him unable to move at all.

At this time, some soldiers were eager to try, but they were immediately stopped by the people around them.

The entire cafeteria has an extremely weird atmosphere.

A chef ran out quietly...

Fatty's struggle became weaker and weaker, his limbs were also twitching, and the atmosphere became more and more dignified. Obviously, if Zhao Yuan didn't let go, Fatty would suffocate to death.

However, Zhao Yuan did not let go.

"If you promise to eat this bowl of rice, I will let go... Hey... You should not be able to speak. If you agree with my suggestion, you can slap the table with both hands." Zhao Yuan's voice was flat, but as firm as steel.

"Clap clap clap..."

Under the threat of death, the fat man clapped his hands hard.

Finally, Zhao Yuan let go of the iron grip.

"Your mother..." Fatty just raised his head, and immediately cursed, but he still didn't utter a word, and the hand of death grabbed his head again like lightning, and with a "plop", Fatty's head fell again. It was pressed into the rice bowl.

"Okay, I, Zhao Yuan, have just arrived, so I will give you another chance, to eat, or not to eat?"

Zhao Yuanji clasped the fat man's head with his five fingers, and his originally calm gaze suddenly became ferocious, like a beast that could explode and hurt people at any time.

The soldiers who were closer to Zhao Yuan sensed the fierceness exuded by Zhao Yuan, and took a step back subconsciously.

"Clap clap..."

This time, the fat man seemed to feel Zhao Yuan's determination, and desperately slapped the table begging for mercy.

Zhao Yuan let go of his hand, and stared at the fat man with rice grains all over his face with a pair of sharp eyes.

The fat man looked around helplessly, but to his despair, neither the soldier nor the chef remained silent.Only then did the fat man realize that he was putting himself in a cocoon, because the military discipline in this barracks was extremely strict, and those who fought were immediately locked up, without any room for maneuver.