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Chapter 160 [159] Maomao, I am so embarrassing

Generally speaking, when newcomers join the Black Mountain Battalion, they will not receive any field missions within three months, and only need to concentrate on improving their martial arts.

And there are a group of instructors in the black castle, the number is not less than 50, and they are responsible for teaching martial arts.

Each newcomer has a discount, that is, to select six instructors to learn martial arts from them, and the relevant expenses will be paid by the Black Armor Army.

After exceeding the limit of six times, the expenses shall be borne by oneself.

This is not difficult to understand.

There is no such thing as a free lunch all the time.

Early in the morning.

Wei Tiefeng, the vice principal of the Second Battle Group, took the initiative to visit Cheng Han.

As soon as we met.

He looked at Cheng Han a few times, and saw that the light blue moiré remained on the latter's skin, he couldn't help being surprised: "Have you taken the third-level secret medicine 'Blue Pattern'?"

Cheng Han nodded: "That's right."

He was also very strange, everyone has the third-level secret medicine, why does this guy look surprised?

He subconsciously made a deduction, and his expression became weird.

The results showed that newbies would receive their first third-level secret medicine after passing the novice period of three months.

And he received the secret medicine the next day, which was obviously another special treatment.

Tie Feng smacked his lips: "The captain really values ​​you."

Cheng Han smiled, but didn't answer.

In the past, Tie Feng probably had some complaints in his heart. Although he is a genius, he can't be special everywhere, right?

But after yesterday's record-breaking incident came out, the vice-captain no longer had any objections in his heart.

Genius is so awesome!
Only then did Tie Feng understand the purpose of his visit: "Cheng Han, since you have mastered the 'Eagle Eye Seal', I suggest you choose an instructor and learn the advanced combat technique 'Eagle Strike Nine Changes'."

Cheng Han blinked: "Do you have anyone to recommend?"

He knew very well that Tie Feng must have arranged everything.

as predicted.

Tie Feng smiled and said: "I have already contacted the senior team leader 'Zheng Yong', and he will open a teaching class in the afternoon."

The deputy captain also introduced: "Counting all the fighters in the past 30 years, Zheng Zheng's spear throwing skills can be said to be the crown of the Black Mountain Camp, and no one can match it."

The implication is that 30 years is the strongest.

That's definitely a pretty high rating.

Cheng Han said seriously: "Lieutenant Tie, thank you for your trouble."

The other party is indeed kind, and he deserves a thank you.

Tie Feng had an all-encompassing attitude: "Let's go, I'll take you to visit Zheng Yong."

A quarter of an hour later.

Cheng Han met Zheng Yong.

This is a middle-aged soldier, this person has a striking feature, the right arm is obviously thicker than the left arm.

Cheng Han took the initiative to salute, "Captain Zheng is well."

Zheng Yong's tone showed an obvious arrogance: "In the past month, I didn't want to hold a tutoring class. Since the old man approached me, I had to reluctantly agree."

In the capacity of a senior captain, directly calling the deputy captain "old iron" is actually a bit presumptuous.

Tie Feng didn't take it seriously at all, and said with a smile: "Old Zheng, please teach us the geniuses of the Second Battle Group well."

Zheng Yong nodded: "No problem!"

The guy looked at Cheng Han again, and added: "Since you are a genius, my requirements for you will be stricter than others."

Cheng Han's expression was calm: "Understood."

In the eyes of others, comprehending the Eagle Eye Seal in 39 hours is a shocking record.

But in Zheng Yong's view, this is nothing at all.

Soldiers from the Black Mountain Battalion who had comprehended the talisman grabbed a lot of them, who could match his spear throwing?
Zheng Yong said again: "There are eleven other students in this training class, let's officially start the class in the afternoon."

Tie Feng said with a sigh: "Old Zheng, only you open a training class, and you can gather double-digit students in half a day. Other instructors can take two days at the fastest."

Zheng Yong chuckled, his expression even more proud.

Everyone knows why.

Spear throwing is the most frequently used combat technique by warriors, bar none.

Because of this, Zheng Yong's courses are so popular.

*
in the afternoon.

The training class officially begins.

Zheng Yongxian talked about the meaning of "Eagle Strike Nine Changes" at length: "This martial skill alone is enough to deal with most situations on the battlefield, and there is no need to engage in close combat with the enemy, thus greatly increasing the probability of survival..."

The rest of the soldiers who participated in the training all listened with anticipation.

Cheng Han's expression remained unchanged.

He has been "involved" in battles at the Xuanshi level many times, and feels that this statement is too biased.

If you spend most of your energy on honing your spear throwing skills and ignore other combat skills, you may die very quickly on certain occasions in the future.

In a word, partial subjects are definitely not the right way.

Zheng Yong talked for a long time before he said: "Next, I will briefly demonstrate the nine application techniques of Eagle Strike Nine Transformations."

As soon as this remark came out, the other soldiers became excited.

Zheng Yong held a short spear and shouted: "The first form, 'flying oblique attack'!"

The Instructor swung his right arm vigorously and threw the short spear.

"Woo~"

A shrill scream sounded immediately.

This sound was sharper than the screams Cheng Han had heard before.

This means it's faster.

This also shows that Zheng Yong does have a hand.

In full view.

The short spear volleyed over a long distance of more than 600 meters, circled an arc, and hit a wooden target inserted in the mountain.

"boom!"

The wooden target exploded.

A group of people cheered immediately.

"Great!"

"too strong!"

The wooden target is no more than one meter in diameter, placed 600 meters away, and is just a small black spot in sight.

And the wooden target is still inserted obliquely on the ground, with the front facing the other side.

It's really remarkable that this instructor can hit the target with one blow.

Cheng Han also showed admiration.

He recalled the opponent's movements and postures, as well as the sensed source energy fluctuations, and a wave of information quickly flashed through his mind.

Cheng Han digested it quickly, and roughly understood the principle and technique of this attack.

Although I don't understand everything, I still have [-]% of it.

Zheng Yong's face was full of complacency: "This is nothing! I have hit an enemy as far as one kilometer away before."

The soldiers were flattering again.

"Captain Zheng is upright!"

"Qizheng is worthy of being a master of spear throwing!"

Zheng Yong was even more proud.

At his present stage, he is actually no longer short of money. Another reason why he is willing to set up a training class is to enjoy the gazes of others looking up to him.

Next.

It took Zheng Yong 10 minutes to demonstrate the nine techniques one by one.

Of course.

These demonstrations attracted wave after wave of flattery, which made Zheng Yong extremely comfortable listening to it.

Subsequently.

Zheng Yong began to explain the first form in detail: "The throwing of the flying oblique strike needs to be combined with the eagle eye symbol. There are several skills in it..."

After Cheng Han listened to it, he did a little deduction, and he got a lot in his heart.

That's it!

Got it all!
Zheng Yong named a name: "Cheng Han, you can demonstrate the flying slant attack, just use it as best you can, and use it as much as you learn."

Cheng Han responded bluntly, "Understood!"

This is Zheng Yong's regular teaching method. Let a student show it first, and then point out the problems in it, help him improve, and inspire others by the way.

The method is very simple, but this person can point it out straight to the point, so the effect is very good.

That's one reason why his training sessions are so popular.

Zheng Yong pointed to a small black spot 300 meters away, and said, "Shoot at the nearest wooden target."

Cheng Han took a deep breath and raised his hand.

Zheng Yong and the others looked at him with scrutiny.

For this famous young genius, everyone wants to see how good he is.

In the end is a real genius, or in vain.

After a breath.

Cheng Han shouted loudly and swung his right arm vigorously.

"Woo~"

There was a scream.

The short spears rose into the sky like thunder.

Zheng Yong took a glance and frowned: "It's off!"

Not only is it biased.

It's just outrageous.

The wooden target was clearly in the northeast direction, but the spear's flight direction actually pointed to the east.

Even if it can fly in an arc to adjust its direction, it will deviate by a considerable distance.

The expressions of the others were a little subtle.

For any newcomer, it wouldn't be so outrageous, right?

Is this really genius?

After a breath.

Everyone's expressions changed.

I saw that the short spear flew over the 300-meter wooden target like a gust of wind, and flew further away. It drew a standard arc and hit a wooden target 600 meters away.

This is also one of Zheng Yong's "teaching targets".

"boom!"

The wooden target exploded!

Successful hit!

A group of people were all dumbfounded.

Cheng Han nodded in satisfaction and lowered his arms.

Zheng Yong came back to his senses and couldn't help asking: "Cheng Han, have you ever learned the nine transformations of eagle attack?"

Cheng Han shook his head and answered honestly: "No! Today is the first time I learned."

Zheng Yong doesn't even believe in punctuation marks.

You have practiced to this level, is this the first time?
Too fake!
Cheng Han said seriously again: "Captain Zheng, thank you for your teaching, I have learned a lot."

Zheng Yong was at a loss.

What have I taught you?

*
Qinglin City.

in the afternoon.

The black cat left the house, first played high-altitude jumping in the woods of the community for a while, and then arrived at Qian Qingqing's house slowly.

This is a task assigned by the master.

Ms. Qian Qingqing writes letters regularly and puts the letter paper in a hidden place, and the task of the black cat is to read the letter paper and report to the owner.

After the owner gave feedback, it had to be responsible for replying the letter, and finally delivered the letter to Miss Qingqing's home.

In a word, this is a "messenger cat".

And the reply to the letter is the most troublesome link for Meow.

Its first reply, although it was only a short sentence, took half an hour to write and bit two pencils to pieces.

I'm just a cat, and I still have to learn how to write. I'm so embarrassed!

After half an hour.

The black cat entered Qian Qingqing's house with ease, and walked directly through the door.

Anyway, it has the power of concealment, and it is not afraid of people seeing it at all.

The black cat climbed up to the attic, opened the drawer with its paws, and turned over a piece of pink letterhead with a page full of words written on it.

Most of the text mainly tells the little things in life.

Although it is rambling, but there are full of thoughts between the lines.

The black cat watched with relish.

Miss Qingqing's life is more interesting than I imagined!

The last paragraph mentioned the business.

"Cheng Han, I plan to hold a banquet in three days' time and invite a group of well-connected customers.

"I will recommend extraordinary ingredients at the banquet and show off items made of extraordinary materials. What do you think?"

The black cat wagged its tail.

It feels good.

In the recent period, the police chief has learned about Miss Qingqing's preparations in detail, and he thinks she is very capable.

No worse than Ben Meow!
After reading the letter, the black cat waved its paw lightly.

The letter paper was reduced to ashes silently.

The black cat concentrated again and made a report to the owner.

It took quite a while.

It just received a "text message": "I have a script, maybe I can use the banquet to do something to help the second battle group earn points."

Three more text messages followed, each with a lot of text.

The black cat looked sad.

There are so many words, when will I write, Maomao?
(End of this chapter)