Starting to guard the border: I copy talents

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It's past half time.

"No!" Old Man Jiang groaned in his heart.

Shen Ming sprinted with all his strength, causing water to splash all over the ground and create countless ripples.

Everyone inside and outside the Guanwu Building was speechless, looking at the young man running on the field.

The rain soaked his armor, and he faced the firelight like a galloping horse that never stops.

There was still a lot of time left, so Shen Ming completed the endurance test ahead of schedule and finished with a perfect score.

"It's a pity that there is no national flag, otherwise I could run a few more laps with it on..."

All the gamblers were beating their chests and stamping their feet. Old Man Jiang covered his face, wishing he could slap himself in the face.

For this bet, he even signed a paper contract with Shen Ming...

"Does a third-level Qi level warrior not have such endurance?" Li Qingyun exclaimed. He is a Strength level warrior and can easily travel two hundred miles a day.

But Shen Ming has no cultivation, so it is simply unbelievable to achieve this step!

He glanced at the girl who had pledged all her belongings. Her face was extremely ugly, her eyes were red and full of grievances, and her fists were clenched tightly.

"She won't cry, right?" Li Qingyun cursed inwardly.

The night rain stopped and the sky was clear. Everyone was exhausted and had lost money. They all returned to the camp in a listless mood.

From time to time, a few small curses were heard, mixed with the word "awesome".

Old Man Jiang couldn't sleep all night, wrapped tightly in the quilt and burying his head.

The next day, more than two hundred people lined up solemnly at the Chinese Army Camp.

The leader was not their leader, but a graceful girl with a faint tear stain at the corner of her eyes.

The morning sun shone on her, plating a layer of gold, as if she had stepped out of a painting.

Just, a little short...

Shen Ming looked at her in disbelief and was stunned.

[Purple Talent: Sword Spirit]

[Sword Spirit:? 】

[Golden Talent:? 】

【? :? 】

[The level of the talent replicator is not enough to detect information. 】

It was the first time that Shen Ming saw a person with dual talents, one purple and one gold.

For purple talents, no information details can be seen, and for gold talents and exaggerations, even the name cannot be displayed.

"Everyone! I am the deputy commander of Yanbing Mansion's Punishment Division, Tang Mengling.

Yesterday I happened to pass through Shuangzhou, so I spent a day coordinating the assessment of hunting monster beasts. "

Tang Mengling's voice was clear and gentle, with a mature charm, but for some reason, it sounded a bit gritty.

"What a guy! The childlike face is so beautiful!" Shen Ming remained calm and was shocked again. Seeing that the other party glared at him for no reason, he quickly looked away.

"This time, the Punishment Division encountered an urgent incident and cannot mobilize manpower. I have to rush to Pingzhou immediately, but I show up today to thank you all for being willing to hunt the monsters in the northern border of Shuangzhou for me, the Punishment Division!"

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Tang Mengling left in a hurry, but the sight of all the soldiers was haunted by dreams.

Shen Ming experienced the information explosion in his previous life and saw all kinds of beauties, but he was not like them. It was just those two talents that tickled his fancy.

Everyone learned the [Soldier Body Judgment] practice technique, and after two days of rest, they went to practice in the wild. It was a rare day off.

Shen Ming was the banker and won a lot, with more than a hundred taels of silver.

A few days ago, Wu Feng specially asked someone to deliver a lot of meat, just like a good big brother.

Now that I was free, I decided to go back to the Eighth Camp to find him.

By the way, I would like to ask you about the practice of [Soldier Art] to avoid taking detours.

Jiang Ming, Old Man Jiang has been avoiding Shen Ming. Seeing him walking away alone, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He's been in trouble lately.

Not to mention that he is over fifty years old and still has to join the army to guard the border. He accepts all this!

But the fair young man named Shen Ming seemed to have evil intentions towards him, which made him feel psychologically uncomfortable.

As an old hunter who has been hunting all his life, many ferocious beasts and monsters have died in his hands.

But how to guard against a handsome young man who wants to eat his own tofu all day long? Waiting online! Quite urgent!

If I hadn't been gifted with a good sense of danger, I'm afraid the opponent would have succeeded!

He couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat when he thought about how he might have been a straight man all his life but might lose his virginity in old age.

My whole body was wet.

What's even more frightening is that he lost his mind a few days ago, made a bet with Shen Ming, and even signed a contract. Now that I have lost, I have to promise the other party something, what should I do?

"How about running away?" Old Man Jiang held his forehead and pulled out his white hair, feeling that the road ahead was bleak.

It was late at night, and Old Man Jiang kept wandering outside, guessing that Shen Ming should be asleep, so he tiptoed back to the camp.

But he saw old god Shen Ming sitting on him

On the bed, he saw himself coming in, with an evil smile on his lips.

Patted the bed board:

"Come, sit over here!"

Old Man Jiang had no choice but to walk up to Shen Ming as if resigned to his fate.

"You win, tell me what you need me to do!" The voice was actually trembling.

"I have a grudge against Liu Jieyun. If he wants to kill me in the future, I hope Mr. Jiang can save me once within his ability." Shen Ming said seriously.

Old man Jiang is mature and prudent, and he seems to have some secrets hidden in him. Coupled with the strength he showed, Shen Ming felt that the other party might really be able to help him at the critical moment.

Old Man Jiang never thought that Shen Ming would speak so straightforwardly. He was cautious by nature and was most afraid of trouble. He was silent for the moment.

"If you agree, I will try my best to help you if you are in trouble later." Shen Ming set out the conditions.

"Deal!" Old Man Jiang finally agreed.

"High-five!" Shen Ming stood up and said solemnly.

This time, Old Man Jiang did not reject him.

That night, Shen Ming got Old Man Jiang's talent.

A complicated hunting experience was instantly absorbed by Shen Ming, and his ability to perceive danger was enhanced.

He seemed to be a hunter who had been hunting all his life, with a bow and crossbow in his hands, and he had gained a lot of skills and experience in setting traps.

The tracking and anti-tracking capabilities have been greatly improved.

The feeling of copying talents this time is different from before.

The first two times are directly to strengthen the physical fitness, but the mountain hunter is to improve the senses, experience and skills.

[Name: Shen Ming]

[Talent: Intermediate physique (white); Intermediate endurance (white); Mountain hunter (white)]

[Four talent points (+3) are automatically generated every day, leaving 2856 talent points. 】

[Talent replicator level one, upgrade progress: 75%/100%]

By copying a white talent, the automatically generated talent value will be increased by one point every day, and the upgrade progress of the talent replicator will be increased by 25%.

Shen Ming wanted to upgrade the talent replicator as soon as possible. At least reach a level that can copy the blue talent.

He obtained the [Soldier Body Judgment] technique today and happily went to Wu Feng to ask for advice on his practice.

The other party also practices this technique, so asking for advice now will not violate the Daxin law.

But the news he received made his mood sink to the bottom.