Cultivating Immortality, Starts with Green Plum

Chapter 59 Blood Pagoda
The skinny old man at the door used the forked brush to register Xu Ming.

An eagle fell from the sky, grabbed the paper with Xu Ming's information, and flew into the military camp.

Not long after, the gate of the military camp opened, and a burly man, as strong as a bear, walked out.

The man came in front of Xu Ming and looked at him from top to bottom.

Xu Ming frowned slightly. The other party's violent blood and martial arts energy actually made him subconsciously feel fear.

"Are you Xu Ming?" the man asked in a powerful voice.

"Yes." Xu Ming nodded.

The man looked Xu Ming up and down and said, "Come with me."

The man took Xu Ming into the military camp and the gate of the camp slowly closed.

"what!"

"Didn't you eat?! So gentle? Come on!"

"what!"

"Chen Wu! Are you a woman?! Is this how you swing a knife? Even my grandmother can swing it more powerfully than you!"

"How many pounds is this? Add another thousand pounds of black iron! Run for me!"

"Who the hell touched my horse last night? Stand up right here! My horse is shaking even when I walk!"

As soon as he entered the military camp, Xu Ming saw a huge open space!

There are various swords and weapons on this open space. According to Xu Ming's estimation, there are about a thousand people training here.

In the military camp, the strong bloody atmosphere made Xu Ming's blood boil.

The strong martial arts energy even made Xu Ming breathless for a moment, just like altitude sickness.

After taking a few deep breaths and regulating the internal energy in his body, Xu Ming felt a little more comfortable.

The man glanced at Xu Ming and said:

"There are a total of 100,000 people in Xuefutu, distributed in ten military camps outside Wudu. Each military camp has 10,000 people. The place where you are is located directly opposite the Qinglong Gate of Wudu. It is called the First Military Camp.

The first, second, third and so on are not divided according to strength, they are simply for the sake of distinction.

Once you enter the Blood Pagoda, those under the age of 20 can only go home once every six years unless otherwise approved.

After you turn 20, you can go back home once a year to go on blind dates or get married, and have a 30-day vacation.

After the baby is born, you can go back twice a year, each time for a 20-day vacation."

As he spoke, the man took Xu Ming to a small warehouse, picked up a package at random and threw it to Xu Ming: "My name is Wang Meng. From today on, you are under my control. I don't care if you are the top scorer or not, and I don't care how much you are favored.

When you come to Xuefutu, you are a man, not a butt seller! If you want to fuck, you should fuck other people's butts!

Inside are your clothes. Go one thousand meters ahead and you will see a tent with '484' written on it. That's where you live.

Training will begin in half an hour!"

After saying that, Wang Meng walked away without looking back, without saying another word to Xu Ming.

Xu Ming carried his package and walked in the direction Wang Meng had just pointed.

We came to the tent with the words "484" on a white cloth.

Xu Ming walked in.

In the tent, all eight people looked at Xu Ming in unison.

The eight people appeared to be between thirteen and fifteen years old.

Everyone's blood is very strong.

When Xu Ming looked at everyone, he found someone who looked particularly familiar.

Is this guy Xiong Haizhi? Or does he just look like him?

After not seeing him for four years, Xu Ming really couldn't recognize him.

Xu Ming felt that even if the other person was Xiong Haizhi, he would not be able to recognize him. After all, between the ages of six and ten, a person's facial features change the most.

Xu Ming saw that one bed was neatly made and the other was full of clothes. Xu Ming walked towards the clean bed.

"Little brat, that's not your bed. That's our boss' bed." A man with slicked-back hair came over and said to Xu Ming, pointing his thumb at another bed full of miscellaneous items, "That's yours."

In this era, this slicked-back hairstyle is very trendy.

Xu Ming looked at his bed and asked, "Are those things on the bed yours?"

The man with slicked back hair smiled and said, "It's ours."

"Then please take your things away." Xu Ming said.

"Take it away?" The man with the slicked-back hair smiled, "Boy, go wash our clothes and put the things away. Not only today, but from now on, you will be responsible for washing our clothes! Do you hear me?"

The man with slicked-back hair reached out and grabbed Xu Ming's head.

"Tsk."

Xu Ming made a bang.

Why is there this kind of pretentious face-slapping everywhere?
How can a military camp be like a prison? Is there bullying here? And this is an elite military branch?
Xu Ming grabbed the hand of the man with slicked back hair and twisted it. There was a sound of dislocation. Xu Ming pulled it forward and kicked it. The man with slicked back hair flew three meters away.

"Wow! You're quite good at it!" Several other people stood up, "Come on, let us practice with you."

A bald man took off his clothes, revealing his eight-pack abs, and kicked Xu Ming in the face.

Xu Ming stretched out his hand to block, but his lower body remained motionless.

Xu Ming grabbed his ankle, pulled it forward, and punched him in the stomach, sending the bald man flying.

The bald man refused to believe it, so he got up and punched Xu Ming in the face.

Xu Ming was not afraid at all and threw a punch.

"what!"

Only the sound of a bone breaking was heard, and the bald man clenched his fist and screamed.

Suddenly, the bald man felt dizzy. When he came to his senses, he was already face to the ground. Then, he felt a stomachache.

Xu Ming kicked him in the stomach, and the whole person fell two meters to the ground. The bald man curled up tightly.

"Why don't you all come together?" Xu Ming looked at the others.

"Damn! Did it make you arrogant?"

"on!"

Except for the person sitting in the corner and the person who looked like Xiong Haizhi, everyone else rushed forward.

Twenty breaths later, everyone was lying on the ground groaning.

Xu Ming thought for a moment, threw his package on the bed, and then turned around and lay down on the cleanest bed: "I've decided, this bed belongs to me. I'll tell your boss later."

The man with the slicked-back hair climbed up, grabbed his arm, and with a "click" he straightened himself.

The boy who looked no more than thirteen years old hiding in the corner wanted to say something to Xu Ming, but was glared at by the man with the slicked-back hair.

"Okay, then just lie down and see how long you can lie there." The man with his slicked-back hair snorted coldly and sat back on his bed.

Xu Ming didn't take it seriously. He just changed into Xuefutu's training clothes, took off his shoes, leaned on the bed, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, waiting for the training in half an hour.

Just when Xu Ming was half awake and half asleep, he suddenly felt a gust of fist wind coming towards him.

Xu Ming's eyes suddenly opened, and his palm was already clenched into the fist that was as white as a woman's.

(End of this chapter)