The system came a hundred years earlier, I kicked Beihai Kindergarten

Click...

"Ah!" Snake Three screamed again.

Snake Three's leg is temporarily useless...

"Godfather, do you remember?"

bang, bang, bang...

Punch after punch hit Snake Three's abdomen heavily.

Every time Snake Three gathered a little true energy, it would be blasted away by Lu Fengxian. His sense of timing was unparalleled.

It can be said that even cultivators at the same level of Leaping to the Ordinary Realm may not be able to do this!

Lu Fengxian himself didn't know why he fought like this, it seemed like it was his instinct!

He always uses the most appropriate fighting method at the most appropriate time, and it either causes disability or death.

If this guy were on the battlefield, he would be a killing machine.

"Back then..."

bang, bang, bang...

"You said you would let those two scoundrels go, but they came to your door."

pat!

Lu Fengxian raised his left hand and grabbed She San's neck.

“Mmmm…” She San felt a chill in his heart when he saw Lu Fengxian’s cold eyes, but he couldn’t even beg for mercy now.

"If I hadn't come back in time, you might have been beaten to death by them..."

"so……"

She San's right hand was weakened by Lu Fengxian's pinch, and Lu Fengxian pinched his neck with both hands.

"When you meet the enemy, you must show no mercy!"

Click!

Snake Three's neck tilted.

A cultivator who had reached the transcendental realm was killed in this dilapidated temple.

Chapter 89 An actor’s self-cultivation

Shen Lang took Wei Qianluo and swaggered out of the city.

Now in Goose City, people are allowed to leave but not enter, so it is not easy to leave the city.

After all, in the minds of the people, the city is safer during war.

There is a recruiting area near the military camp, and the number of people now is neither too many nor too few.

After the treatment was improved, everyone who was able to join the army has done so, and the peak period has passed.

Those who are joining the army now are all refugees who have fled here. They choose to join the army because they are left with no other options. It depends on whether the Northern Expedition Army wants them.

Seeing that there were more than twenty people in front of the team, Shen Lang could not help but line up with Wei Qianluo.

It didn't take long before it was Shen Lang's turn.

"Name."

"Shen Que."

"age."

"24."

"Hometown."

"do not know……"

The recorder casually wrote "Goose City".

The corners of Shen Lang's mouth twitched. Isn't this too irresponsible?

Is this a legitimate army? They are not being used as cannon fodder.

"Okay, let's go test it..."

"Wait, you don't ask about cultivation level?" Shen Lang asked puzzledly.

"Cultivation?" The recorder was stunned for a moment, then instinctively raised his head and looked at Shen Lang.

The hair is a little messy, and the eyebrows are weird, it seems that they have not grown for a long time...

"Are you a monk?" The recorder looked strange.

Not only him, but the soldiers behind him also looked at Shen Lang in surprise.

"Yes." Shen Lang nodded: "Can't cultivators join the army? I remember that if they join the army, cultivators and ordinary people are separated."

"Please come this way!" The recorder pulled Shen Lang to a nearby place as if he had discovered a new continent.

Seeing this, Wei Qianluo hurriedly followed.

"You, what do you do?" a soldier called out to Wei Qianluo.

"I'm with her..." Shen Lang greeted, "She's my sister, and she's also a cultivator."

The recorder was even more confused. A monk, or two?

Soon, the recorder brought Shen Lang and Wei Qianluo to another recruitment office.

Only then did Shen Lang discover that there were actually two recruitment offices!

The recruitment office I went to before was very simple. They just recorded their information and asked them to go to the back to lift weights, run, and try out weapons, and that was considered passing.

And here, there are various testing equipment.

There were crystals for testing one's cultivation, some dummies with nebula iron hanging on them, and a large man with a solemn look on his face.

Behind the big man, there is a medicine table, a blacksmith's furnace, etc., which are obviously used to test rare talents.

In addition to the different equipment used for testing, there are also drinks and meals here, which seem to be provided free of charge.

Unfortunately, this is not some magical rice or wine, it’s just some ordinary stuff.

Hmm... a lot more luxurious than the ordinary ones?

"Lao Wang, Lao Wang..."

The recorder shook the other recorder who was lying on the table.

Lao Wang opened his eyes in confusion: "What..."

"There are monks, there are monks!" the recorder said excitedly.

"Ah?" Old Wang sat up suddenly and looked at Shen Lang and Wei Qianluo: "You want to join the army?"

"Yes." Shen Lang nodded.

"I have brought the person to you." After saying this, the recorder turned and left, as if he was going to busy himself with the conscription registration.

"Name..." Lao Wang quickly picked up a pen and paper, looking excited.

We have been recruiting soldiers here for such a long time, and these two are the only ones who come to join the army!

Why do they say that most chivalrous people come from butchers, while most unfaithful people come from scholars?

Because the higher the level of cognition, the more afraid of death.

The brighter the future, the more afraid of death.

Many people are willing to risk their lives for the friends they met in high school, but when they grow up and understand more, they become more cautious about their lives.

As a group of monks, they can live a good life. Who would want to join the army? It would be fine if they could become officers...

If this happens in a war, no matter how powerful a cultivator is, if he charges into the army formation, won't he die when his true energy is exhausted?

On one hand, you can cultivate to a high level, become a superior person, and even compete for the first page of the family tree; on the other hand, you can use your identity as a cultivator to make a lot of money and establish a family; on the other hand, you can join the army and get a low salary, and you may be buried in a foreign land during the war...

Few normal monks choose to join the army.

Soon, Shen Lang told the previous information.

When it comes to his hometown, Lao Wang is much more cautious.

"Well, I don't have a particular hometown. I grew up with my master and the world is my home." Shen Lang said.

Lao Wang frowned slightly: "Is your identity untestable?"

"Indeed." Shen Lang said a little embarrassedly: "Can't I join the army?"

“Yes!” Lao Wang thought about it and wrote that Shen Lang was born in Echeng.

Shen Lang was suddenly very confused. It turned out that they were all the same!

"Cultivation!"

"Divine Sea Realm."

"Anything you're good at?"

"Blacksmithing. I used to be a blacksmith in Tangjiabao, Xuzhou. By the way, I only know how to forge iron, not refine weapons." Shen Lang learned his lesson this time and explained his situation clearly.

"Okay, four spirit stones of military pay a month, is there a problem?" Old Wang looked up at Shen Lang, fearing that Shen Lang would go back on his word.

Given the strange situation in the military camp, Shen Lang really wanted to turn around and leave.

The problem is, if I leave, I won’t be able to meet the Northern Shura again.

Shen Lang gritted his teeth and nodded: "No problem!"

Four spirit stones a month, this is the treatment he gets in the Leaping Ordinary Realm at the Zhenbei Palace.

The imperial court is too poor and too stingy.

No wonder it is said that the best treatment in the North is in the Zhenbei Palace, everyone wants to get in, and everyone tries their best to stay there.

We can’t recruit any monks here, and we have to eliminate them all over there.

"Okay, please go and test it." Lao Wang stood up and said respectfully.

Shen Lang walked to the back, and the big man said, "Use a complete set of Kung Fu, and your opponents will be these dummies."

Without saying a word, Shen Lang performed the women's self-defense technique that Mo Yi taught him.

bang, bang, bang...

These dummies were knocked all over the place by Shen Lang.

Seeing Shen Lang's ruthless moves, each one aimed directly at the vital points, the big man could not help but nodded: "Do you know magic?"

"It only knows one kind of mental attack." Shen Lang said.

Zhao Qingyang’s things are obviously not suitable for use here, otherwise he would not be able to hide them if he met someone who knows the business.

"Use it on me," the big man said.

Shen Lang took a deep breath.

During this week, his thunder and fire sword was divided into three types.

One is at full power, one is at the Leaping Ordinary Realm at full power, and one is at the Divine Sea Realm without a screen.

Soon, Shen Lang's Thunder and Fire Sword took shape, without thunder and fire, just a transparent sword.

Whoosh!

The long sword shot towards the big man, who resisted instinctively, but found that the transparent long sword ignored his defense and attacked his spiritual sea directly!

"hiss……"

The big man instinctively took a step back and covered his head with his hands.

"Are you okay?" Shen Lang looked concerned.