Doomsday: Gain experience by hunting

"It's just a martial arts competition, sis. I'm not even participating."

"I know." Tang Tang gloomily picked up the cleaver and chopped at the donkey bones with a 'kakaka' sound.

She practices the Eight Vajra Arts every day, and recently, Tang Wen taught her meditative stance training.

Plus, she has sufficient food and nutrition.

Tang Tang's strength is now comparable to that of an average adult male, and she has even grown taller by more than half a head.

……

Zhou Bing went door-to-door to notify her subordinates.

Half an hour later, she and six other team members besides Tang Wen entered the door together.

"It smells so good!"

"Captain, what are you treating us to?"

Treating?

Tang Tang's big eyes narrowed instantly, looking at the group of people who came with vigilance.

Treating means eating and drinking for free!

Zhou Bing shook her head: "This is the meat to be used for making rou jia mo."

Hearing this, Tang Tang breathed a sigh of relief, thankfully, Sister Bing wasn't a spendthrift like her brother.

Otherwise, how would they live in the future?

Through the promotion of the young martial apprentices in the martial arts hall, people in the inner city knew that there was a kind of snack with a good taste called rou jia mo recently.

Liu Su, the oldest member of the hunting team, said: "Captain, this is a team meal before the mission, it's team building, the camp can pay for it."

"Yes, yes, yes! A team meal, this is a team meal." Wu Tian, who was tall, quickly agreed.

Zhou Bing didn't speak.

Liu Su quickly asked: "How much does it cost to buy a hundred rou jia mo?"

"334 Wen, and I'll give you 10 pounds of big bones as a gift. Just consider it my brother's treat."

Liu Su smiled and shook his head: "How can that be? 100 rou jia mo, plus 20 pounds of bones, and 3 jars of sweet potato wine. Everything will be charged at the highest price, we can get reimbursed."

Highest price?

Reimbursement?

What a great pair of words.

Tang Tang smiled, thoughtfully, as if she understood something.

If all of these can be reimbursed?

She looked at the wild chickens and red-billed leiothrix that had been collected for a long time at home.

These were brought back by Tang Wen in the deep winter, but now that the weather is getting warmer, it would be a waste if they weren't eaten.

Oh, and there are some white radishes, sweet potatoes, and potatoes.

They should all be dealt with, originally intended to feed the only two remaining yellow sheep.

But now, a group of martial apprentices and martial artists like them should be able to finish them, right?

In the house, a wide square table, eight people sat around.

Zhou Bing introduced the situation: "This morning, the Black Mountain Camp requested to start the gambling fight ahead of schedule."

"Will our general agree?" Everyone had this doubt in their hearts.

It would be unwise to respond to the battle without adequate preparation.

"The Black Mountain Camp said that if we win this time, we can mine the open-pit coal mine for two and a half years. If they win, they can still mine for two years. But the martial arts competition must be advanced to three days later."

"Such a big concession?"

"Why?"

"Could there be some conspiracy?"

Zhou Bing said calmly: "The gambling method is the same as before, both sides send people to take turns, 11 rounds, 6 wins."

"Black Mountain Ghost is probably up to no good!"

"It does feel wrong, Captain Zhou, you have to be careful!"

Zhou Bing stretched out her hand and pressed down, and everyone was silent.

"Compared to before, there is one difference, that is, after one person wins, they can choose to leave the field, or they can continue to fight until they can't hold on, or die in the ring."

Everyone was silent for a while, with a hint of worry hidden in their eyes.

Tang Wen gnawed on the big bones cooked by his sister, but what he was thinking about was how to use the remaining three days to improve his strength.

The team members drank wine and ate meat, changing the subject.

Zhou Bing quietly pulled Tang Wen to the yard: "Your recruit period hasn't passed yet, I can take the lead and say you are sick, allowing you not to participate in this operation."

Tang Wen looked at her bright almond eyes, and was very tempted, but he knew even more that escape would only make him cowardly.

He practiced martial arts desperately, it is true that he wanted to survive, but what he wanted was not to live like a rat, hiding in the east and Tibet.

Pretending to be sick?

Tang Wen smiled, when he was in school, he would occasionally use pretending to be sick to avoid the morning exercises.

Thinking of this, he shook his head: "We are a team, I will participate in this mission, but, I want to quickly comprehend the 'Mountain Opening Cannon Fist Visualization Map' once, and, Sister Bing, do you know where there is a clean and safe pond?"

A strange color flashed in Zhou Bing's eyes, she pondered: "There should be no problem comprehending the visualization map, as for the pond, if you want to take a bath, there is a large bathtub at home."

Speaking, she gestured the size.

It is the kind of oval bathtub that can allow two 185 people to lie in it together.

"The bathtub won't work, I need a pond that can submerge my whole body. I may have to stay for two days."

"There is a pond in a garden, the water should be considered clean." Zhou Bing thought for a while before saying.

"Why don't we go and see tonight." There are only three days left, Tang Wen couldn't wait.

"Okay, now?"

"Okay!" Tang Wen went back to the house, put on his bamboo basket, took the tiger-headed steel knife, said hello to his sister, and walked out the door with Zhou Bing.

As he walked, he found the road a little familiar.

This seems to be near the courtyard where the silver wolf was previously held.

"Who's there?"

A guard walked out of the darkness.

"Hunting Team One, Zhou Bing."

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Zhou Bing stepped forward and said a few words, the guard looked at Tang Wen's chest badge.

After confirming their identities, he let the two into the yard.

In the yard, there is a pool the size of a room, and the water is still clear.

"It turns out it's used to grow lotus roots."

Zhou Bing ordered the guards to move a tin stove and some dry firewood.

Without being pretentious, Tang Wen moved around, took off his coat in front of her, leaving only a pair of shorts on his body.

His strong physique didn't make him feel too cold.

But when he bent down and scooped up the water from the pond, slowly pouring it on himself, the cold water quickly took away his temperature, coupled with the north wind blowing, that feeling.

Zhou Bing wanted to shiver just looking at it, she didn't leave, her beautiful eyes staring at Tang Wen: Well, this body is quite good-looking.

After several enhancements, Tang Wen's body proportions can be described as perfect.

Even at night, even from the side, he is full of charm.

Zhou Bing couldn't move her eyes: Well, maybe she drank too much just now, she seems a little hot.

Until Tang Wen took the knife, stepped into the water shivering, and could no longer see those eight pack abs.

She slowly turned and left.

Soaking in ice water on a cold day is naturally for practicing martial arts.

This inspiration came from Mr. Jin.

Recently, he has been practicing swordsmanship with an iron knife weighing hundreds of pounds.

The Wind Breaking Saber progress bar is rising fast.

The water flowed, Tang Wen stirred the knife, stirring up bursts of water.

After practicing it once, [Wind Breaking Saber, Proficiency (2815→2826/3000)]

11 points.

The Wind Breaking Saber only has eight moves, and it takes a very short time to practice it once.

He roughly estimated the time.

He felt that there was hope for a breakthrough.

But even if he broke through, he would only be better at swordsmanship.

Clang.

He threw the knife on the shore and practiced the Eight Vajra Arts underwater.

[Eight Vajra Arts, (5631→5652/6000)]

Well, 9 points of proficiency.

Tang Wen approached the edge of the pond and took out the weighted sand clothes from the bamboo basket.

The dozens of pounds of sand clothes, gurgling bubbles and absorbing water, were completely soaked in a short while. The water-soaked sand clothes weighed hundreds of pounds.

Tang Wen became a lot more stable because of this.

Another round of Eight Vajra Arts.

This time it was more difficult, but he felt it more deeply.

The resistance of the water allowed him to clearly feel the force of each muscle and experience the smoothness of each movement.

[Eight Vajra Arts, Proficiency (5652→5683/6000)]

Experience soared.

Tang Wen was unaware.

Continue practicing, again and again.

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