"Number... strong, strong..." Fang Heng saw that he was smug, couldn't bear to fight, and had to instill the road, "but what, it's not that the Feiyun army in the third-rank practice is just A miscellaneous?"

"What happened to all kinds of soldiers? Fang Fang is like being stepped on the tail. "I am only 18 years old, and I am still growing in the future! You look at him, and soon, I will have four rounds of practice, five rounds of practice, and even become a Six-turn soldier! But my ultimate goal...you are firm, I'm afraid to scare you!"

"The amount...you said. Fang Heng felt very ashamed.

"My ultimate goal is to become a centurion!" Fang Fang raised her head proudly.

In Feiyunjun, strength determines status.

Generally speaking, the second practice of external training is the preparatory camp. Three-turn and four-turn exercises are mixed soldiers. Five rounds of outdoor training is an ordinary soldier. To become a Centurion, you must have the initial strengths of in-house training.

"How about it, I'm shocked by my ambitious goal!" Seeing Fang Heng's face stagnated, Fang Yi thought that he was frightened by his own great goal, and suddenly his vanity was very satisfied. "Yes, Xiao Ming, I haven't seen it for a year, have you worked hard to cultivate it? Did the repair improve it?"

"A little progress, a little improvement..." Fang Heng said euphemistically.

"A little better? Xiao Ming, I'm not a brother, I'm talking about you!" Fang Mei (ccad) frowned slightly, a little dissatisfied, "This world is the biggest fist, you must not slacken your practice! Look at me, although Talent is very ordinary, You can work relentlessly, and now you've done three rounds! Tell me, what are you doing now, have you passed the practice?

"It's better not to say..." Fang Heng was afraid of hitting his brother at home.

"Say! I have nothing to do with me, I won't laugh at you! Fang Fang patted Fang Heng's shoulder slightly, but found that Fang Qing's shoulder was much stronger than he imagined.

"I... just entered the three-way practice!" Fang Heng whispered.

"What?" Fang Yan's eyes widened, looking up and down from Fang Heng. Are you only fifteen years old? I rely on you, you didn't lie to me?"

"Cheat what are you doing...."

Fang Fang was even more speechless.

I just have the attitude of a master and encourage Fang Heng to practice well; the result is that in the blink of an eye, Fang Heng's restoration is not under him. It feels like a face.

"15-year-old training and three transfers, your Talent, you should be able to join the army! When you come to this country, you come to join Wufu?" A young and talented young warrior will generally choose to join Wufu. Few people want to go to the army and suffer. "But don't be too proud! Brother, although I'm not as talented as you, you can't keep up with me in actual combat!"

Fang Wei's confidence is not groundless.

The Feiyun Army conducts actual combat drills every day, whether it is windy or rainy; the actual combat capabilities of the Feiyun Army soldiers are naturally beyond doubt.

"Yes yes! Fang Heng did not expose.

Actual combat?

Fang Heng only knows that his practice of "dust of dust" seems to be very bullying, at least it is difficult to fight against at the same level. Also, I can still turn on the "Perfect Combat" addon anytime.

"Go away, don't stand here, I haven't seen my brother for a long time, I want to drink two glasses today!" Occasionally meeting Little Brother, coupled with seeing how powerful the family is, Fang Hao is really in a good mood.

"Okay, let's go! Fang Heng put his hands on his shoulders naturally.

"Go? I know where you can go?" At this time, the voice was dissonant. .

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