God!I became the God of War villain

All the students nodded.

Their serious expressions made Zhao Jianchuan more confident. After clearing his throat, he continued to add.

"For example, I think back then, I got up earlier than chickens and slept later than dogs. Even if I fell asleep, I would sleepwalk and do a set of punches.

I don’t know if you have heard of the Lord of the Temple of the Underworld?If you have heard of him, you should know that he is a peerless genius, and his strength can be increased by eating and sleeping. "

Zhao Jianchuan sighed deeply, his face full of grief.

"But we don't have that talent, so we can only work hard!

If we don't work hard, I'm afraid we may not be able to reach his level in ten lifetimes, let alone one lifetime. "

"Uh, uh! That's right!"

Everyone nodded in sympathy again, held their breath and looked at Zhao Jianchuan, and continued to listen to him beating chicken blood.

"Damn it, it's so embarrassing!" Zhao Jianchuan twitched his mouth, but prayed secretly in his heart.

"Yin Hao, I am also doing good deeds, so I use you as a negative teaching material. I hope you don't mind."

Thinking of this, Zhao Jianchuan continued to fool everyone.

"Everyone, to be honest, Lin Fuxue, the master of the Underworld Temple, was my former college classmate and roommate.

You may not know that when you first met him in the first year of university, his strength was only at the level of generals. "

As Zhao Jianchuan spoke, he assumed a gesture of righteous indignation.

"After college, he followed a group of our roommates to go to Internet cafes, sleep late, go to karaoke every day, and he didn't seem to spend a little time on practicing.

But just like that, after the first half a year, his strength has already reached the level of a half-step martial king.

In the second half of the year, his strength reached the middle stage of Wuwang, which is the strength that he didn't practice at all. On the other hand, my strength is only in the early stage of Lingwu. "

Zhao Jianchuan's words made everyone dejected.

There are still people in this world who can automatically increase their strength without practicing qigong?

But what about them?Anyway, any one of them is nearly 30 years old, but his strength is only at the general level.

Moreover, it is difficult to advance to a small level. In such a comparison, the difference is too much, right?
Zhao Jianchuan patted his chest and said proudly.

"But now I'm different. Although I don't have that heaven-defying aptitude, I worked hard, and now my strength is beyond your imagination.

It is also because of my hard work that I am qualified to be a lay disciple of the Hidden World Sect. Even compared to the Lord of the Underworld Temple, I am almost as good as I am. Just think about how much I have experienced..."

By this time, the eyes of everyone present had turned into admiration, even the coaches were full of admiration.

Looking at their disgusting eyes, Zhao Jianchuan cleared his throat.

"Okay, I'll stop here, let me sum it up in one sentence, three points are destined, seven points depend on hard work, our martial arts qualifications are not good, we have to work hard! Work hard! Work hard!"

Zhao Jianchuan's words instantly caused all the students to raise their hands and roar together.

"Work hard! Work hard! Work hard!"

Listening to the roar of the students, Zhao Jianchuan wiped the sweat from his brow and sighed in his heart.

"Master, I've finally fooled it. I really can't do this kind of nonsense. I'm so tired."

"Clap clap clap..."

After everyone roared, the instructor Heizi took the lead in applauding Zhao Jianchuan.

"Coach Zhao is right, three points are destined, seven points depend on hard work, our talent is not as strong as others, but we can work hard.

As long as we have the belief of victory and the spirit of perseverance, we will definitely become stronger and stronger, and even become a powerful existence like the master of the Temple of the Underworld in the future. "

Zhao Jianchuan rolled his eyes. This guy is ugly, but he thinks beautiful.

After visiting the martial arts field, instructor Heizi and another instructor took Zhao Jianchuan to the equipment room, medical room, etc., and finally came to the shooting range.

As a member of the reserve force, shooting skills are indispensable.

The shooting range probably covers an area of ​​more than a thousand square meters, with a total of ten shooting ranges.

The distance between the target and the shooting position was about 100 meters. The instructor Heizi stood by the table at the shooting position, skillfully dismantling the Type 65 pistol in his hand.

"As a reserve soldier, we must first be familiar with our firearms. Disassembly and assembly must be completed within ten seconds..."

After all, Instructor Heizi assembled the pistol that had just been disassembled in an instant, and his eyes became extremely sharp.

"Bang bang bang..."

He shot 5 bullets in a row, and the staff reported the target, and he got a total of 45 rings.

"Not bad, one with ten rings, three with nine rings, and one with eight rings, Hei Zi, are you very stable now..."

The unknown coach who came with him nodded unexpectedly.

A smug expression appeared at the corner of Heizi's mouth, and he patted his chest.

"That is, who am I? Tito, do you want to try it too?"

Instructor Tito nodded, took the 65 pistol from Heizi's hand, and then quickly reloaded it, and then signaled the staff at the shooting range to replace it with a new target.

Immediately after the staff, Tito immediately fired five consecutive shots at the distant target, and actually got a score of 47.

"Fuck, I didn't expect, you bastard, you are actually more stable than me, shit!"

Heizi suddenly became unhappy, he was proud just now, wouldn't this be a naked slap in the face?
After complaining, Tito looked at Zhao Jianchuan.

"Teacher Zhao, do you want to experience it first? But you haven't used this gun yet, right? Let us teach you..."

Zhao Jianchuan took the gun from Tito's hand, closed his eyes silently, his hands were like butterflies, and disassembled the Type 65 in less than two seconds.

Then, with lightning speed, the guns were assembled, and everything flowed smoothly, making the two instructors stand still on the spot.

Fuck, this guy is really a real person without revealing his appearance, and his appearance is not real!
Such disassembly and assembly of firearms, I am afraid that even active soldiers may not be so awesome, right?

Tito and Heizi looked at each other, and each could see the shock in the other's heart.

But after a while, they all comforted themselves in their hearts.

"It's just that you can disassemble and reload the gun, it's no big deal."

"Bang bang bang..."

After loading the bullets, after five consecutive shots, Zhao Jianchuan put the gun on the table.

The staff looked at the target and did not report how many rings he had hit.

Tito hurriedly ran towards the target, and when he came back, he tilted his head strangely, unable to say a word for a long while.

"What's the matter? What's the situation? How many rings did he hit, wouldn't they all be empty?"

Instructor Heizi asked suspiciously.

Tito explained with a weird frown.

"No, he didn't miss all of them, but there was only one hole in the target, and it was in the very center of the target.

It means that he hit one shot, and all the others missed, or it is possible that all five shots passed through this hole..."

What?Heizi was stunned...