Resurrection of spiritual energy: I am cultivating the underworld in the world of supernatural power

"Oh my God, this ghost weather is too cold!" After

a long time, Liu Xiao, who had finished the five-meter run, kept rubbing his hands and exhaling with his mouth to his fingers that were already red from the cold.

Behind him, Chen Feng straightened his waist and looked at Liu Xiao, who rubbed his hands like an old man, without saying a word.

Like Liu Xiao, the cold wind in the early morning also froze Chen Feng's exposed skin red, but his eyes were still serious, not as lax and lazy as Liu Xiao.

"Liu Xiao, what are you rubbing your hands for? Do you feel very cold?!" On the stage, Xiao Fei noticed Liu Xiao who was rubbing his hands and was angry, and shouted loudly.

The next moment, the eyes of the surrounding recruits fell on the simple figure in front of Chen Feng.

Suddenly, Liu Xiao's face changed, and he hurriedly stood in a military posture, and said stiffly:

"Report! I'm not cold!" "It's

not cold, what are you rubbing your hands with?" Are there any rules in your eyes? Is there any discipline?

Go, run five more laps and have a long memory!"

"...... Yes!"

Liu Xiao turned around bitterly and ran straight towards the starting point behind him.

But fortunately, because Liu Xiao was born in the Liu family compound, he has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and after a month of overload training, he still doesn't pay attention to running lightly in five laps.

Of course, it's not just Liu Xiao alone, in the past month, many of the recruits present have changed more or less.

These changes are not only reflected in physical fitness, but also in mental outlook and behavior.

In the cold of November, even though it was the coldest morning of the day, there was still no trace of laziness and cloudiness in their eyes.

Instead, they were determined and confident that they did not possess as students.

These recruits, like knives that have just come out of the furnace, have initially acquired the edges and corners of a sharp blade after a month of polishing.

It already has a preliminary have... On the

stage, Xiao Fei looked down at the watch on his wrist.

4:15 a.m.

The next moment, he raised his head and shouted to the recruits in the audience:

"All of them, it's 4:15 in the morning."

I'll give you fifteen minutes, go to the cafeteria for breakfast, and then go back to the training ground to assemble.

Fifteen minutes later, we set off on time and headed to Ghost Tomb No. 7.

Hearing

this, the queue that had been neatly arranged suddenly dispersed, and one by one, like ants on a hot pot, rushed towards the direction of the cafeteria like crazy.

At this moment, looking at the recruits who left the training ground, Liu Xiao, who was still running wildly, suddenly felt regretful.

What did I do when I rubbed that hand?!

" Ah Feng, do you want to wait for him?" Beside Chen Feng, Su Qianyu glanced at Chen Feng's side face, and then looked at Liu Xiao, who was still rushing into the circle, and asked out loud.

"Nope. Chen Feng grinned, and said with a white mist-like haz, "He only has three laps left, a matter of two minutes."

Maybe he saw that no one was waiting for him, but he could run faster. "

That's right, then let's go!" Su Qianyu pursed her lips and smiled, and followed Chen Feng towards the cafeteria.

Liu Xiao: ┭┮_┭┮

The baby is bitter in his heart!!

Uncle Xiao, when the training camp is over, I must let my father scold you well!

Liu Xiao thought like this, and the movements under his feet also sped up a little.

After all... If you don't hurry up, it's really too late to eat!

......

After a short time, the recruits arrived at the bus stop at the gate of the training camp.

Next to the many buses, rows of weapon racks full of various cold weapons-like magic weapons are neatly arranged in the open space.

Of course, there are still many of them, such as the [Blood Flame Knife].

After a short time, Wu Dongchen walked in front of everyone with steps, and then picked up a [Blood Flame Knife] and said,

"When you go to the ghost tomb to practice, weapons are naturally indispensable.

Wait a minute, each of you can carry different weapons according to your habits.

But I suggest that [Blood Flame Knife] is the main thing, after all, not everyone is a weapon master. After

that, Wu Dongchen just shouted 'take the knife' at the end, and then turned around and walked to the driver's seat of the No. 1 bus.

Immediately afterwards, the recruits received their weapons one by one in an orderly manner according to the queue, and then boarded the bus in the order in which the squad was formed.

The whole process is orderly!

Due to the limited number of buses, there will be two or three squads on each bus.

The one who was in the same car with Chen Feng and the others was naturally Xie Zi'an's team that was defeated under him a few days ago.

Maybe it's because they don't know each other, or because they are finally able to leave the training camp, the

boys and girls of the two teams greet each other very warmly after seeing each other, and they chat about their parents with each other.

After a short time, when all the recruits had boarded the bus, several buses slowly started and drove down the tunnel in the direction away from the training camp.

The convoy traveled west, and soon passed through the long tunnel that ran through the entire mountain range.

With the light that came into view again, the bus convoy was completely away from the training camp behind it.

At this moment, the chatting of the recruits in the car became a little hot again, and an irrepressible sense of excitement surged into the hearts of every boy and girl.

On the national highway, private cars are driving at high speed, and from time to time, a few vehicles carrying a whole family pass by the buses that everyone is riding.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Chen Feng's heart suddenly had some mixed feelings.

In his previous life, although he lacked the company of his parents, the family was still complete no matter how he said it, and during the year, the whole family would occasionally drive a car to go fishing in the suburbs, climb mountains or something.

But if you want to say whether Chen Feng misses his life in his previous life, he will only firmly answer that he doesn't miss it.

What he misses is not the pair of parents who cheated in his previous life, but his grandfather who worked hard to raise him in this life, but died tragically at the hands of ghosts.

At this moment, he only has one thought in his heart - to become stronger!

he wants to gain more power, he wants to obtain more inner pills to repair the underworld space.

He wants the underworld space to fulfill the promise of 'the day of the reopening of the underworld, when the good soul returns' as soon as possible.

Therefore, Chen Feng now, he just wants to arrive at the No. 7 Ghost Tomb as soon as possible and hunt the underworld space and those ghost things that Xiao Fei needs!

Before leaving, Chen Feng already knew that the No. 7 Ghost Tomb of Yanjing was located outside the Yanjing Fifth Ring Road, but Chen Feng did not know where it was.

Therefore, Chen Feng had to pretend to sleep, leaned his head against the window of the bus, and endured such a long and boring journey with his eyes closed.

This process lasted about three hours.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the bus convoy carrying all the recruits finally stopped at the foot of a vast mountain.