Absolute control over the start, I will develop my own immortality

I saw the black-clothed instructor, who was broad-shouldered and round-waisted, with a dark complexion and fierce eyes. Every move he made showed the majesty of a warrior.

But while walking, his right leg was slightly lame, as if he had been injured.

Zhou Ming knew that his leg had been broken before.

That's right, Wang Hu!

This instructor in black is the leader of the Black Tiger Gang, Wang Hu!

"Wang Hu and most of the Black Tiger Gang members have left the refugee camp a long time ago, but there are officers and soldiers guarding the refugee camp, making it difficult for them to leave... Could it be that he has also joined the White Lotus Sect?"

After thinking about it carefully, Cheng Tong seemed to have a different brain circuit than ordinary people. He believed that among the famine refugees, those who survived hardships and lived happily were basically talents.

There is no doubt that Wang Hu is the person who lives a very nourishing life.

In this way, it is normal for him to be favored by Cheng Tong.

Think again about the White Lotus Yangyuan Pills on those Black Tiger Gang members...

In all likelihood, this Wang Hu also joined the White Lotus Sect, and also received a mission similar to his own.

Lurking Dajiang Gang!

"Damn it! I have killed so many people from the Black Tiger Gang. If Wang Hu knows... Only Cheng Tong knows about this matter. I hope he won't talk nonsense. However, compared to placing hope on Cheng Tong, there is another A better way…”

That is - kill Wang Hu!

Zhou Ming thought this, but there was no murderous intention in his eyes, only curiosity. He followed everyone through the martial arts field and entered another door.

Zhu Sanqian said: "In the next month, all of you will live here and learn literature and practice martial arts together. Listen, although you have joined the Dajiang Gang, in the future you will become high-level people and enjoy the glory and wealth, you will still be there. Carrying big bags on the pier will be determined by the next month!"

There is a row of houses here, and each house is a big shop. Zhu Sanqian directly pointed to ten people, let them enter the first house, and said: "You guys, all live here!"

Several people looked at the Datong Shop, their faces a little ugly, but they didn't dare to say anything.

Then these one hundred people were assigned to ten large shops.

Zhou Ming was also in one of them.

The Dajiang Gang has arranged the mattress and quilt, but they still need to tidy it up themselves.

In the room, a young man in his twenties or nineteen said: "Everyone, we will live together in the future. Let's get to know each other. My name is Li Qing. My family runs a tavern. The Immortal Zui in the west of the city is our tavern." .”

"Oh, my name is Song Sanlang, and my family runs a medical clinic!"

The two men introduced themselves first, with confidence on their faces.

When it comes to other people, they are a little bit embarrassed. Most of their families work for others and have little savings.

When he arrived in Zhouming, he pretended to be shy and said, "My family is a farmer, so I came to the city to make some money."

As soon as these words came out, the others suddenly showed contempt.

Finally, there was a twenty-year-old young man who glanced at everyone, his disdain was palpable, and left without saying a word.

Everyone was angry: "Who is this person? His nose is almost pointing up to the sky?"

"What kind of cow are you? Aren't you just like us, working for a living in Dajiang?"

Li Qing hurriedly said: "Shh! Keep your voice down, he is different from us!"

"Brother Qing, do you know him?"

"I know him. His name is Jiang Changming. He has a family tradition of Iron Arm Kung Fu and he has practiced martial arts since he was a child!"

"Ah? He has martial arts passed down in his family, so his family must be all martial artists. Why would he join the Dajiang Gang?"

"Hey, isn't it because their family's Iron Arm Kung Fu is not very good? Let me tell you, this martial arts is also different, internal and external. External Kung Fu looks fierce, but in fact it has no stamina. At most, it can be practiced to the first level, but Internal Kung Fu But their stamina is endless, there are countless people who have practiced internal skills and become innate masters..."

Li Qing's family runs a tavern, and there are inevitably warriors among the passers-by, so he understands warriors better than anyone else.

When talking about the warrior's knowledge, it seemed fake but still real, making everyone stunned.

Zhou Ming also took this opportunity to learn more information.

On this day, the Dajiang Gang recruited nearly a thousand members, filling the entire dormitory area. The next day, because the martial arts arena was not large enough, some of them had to be taken outside.

Zhou Ming and the others were the first batch, but they were still in the martial arts field.

Studying literature in the morning is actually about teaching literacy. Every 100 people in a class are taught by people from the Dajiang Gang.

Zhou Ming’s class is Zhu Sanqian.

He didn't care whether the people below learned it or not. Those words were popping out one by one. He just taught hundreds of words in one morning.

The original owner Zhou Ming came from a wealthy family and had studied literature himself. He knew all the words he was taught, but it was like learning them for the first time.

At noon, we ate in the canteen. The food was very poor, but compared to the refugee camp, it was much better.

But for these city people, especially those with some wealth like Li Qing, Song Sanlang, and Jiang Changming, it is simply pig food, and they can be thrown away after just two bites.

During the afternoon martial arts practice, Wang Hu stood in front.

"We, the Dajiang Gang, will give you a month to learn literature and practice martial arts. The most important thing is to practice martial arts! In this month, if you can develop your internal strength and become a ninth-grade warrior, you will rise to the top and be prosperous and wealthy from now on. But if you can't practice, Come out...hehe, go to the pier to carry the big bag for me!"

As he said this, he began to teach martial arts.

"My set of skills is called body training! People who practice martial arts must have a good body, so before practicing internal strength, you all have to train your body for me!"

I thought that Zhu Sanqian was just perfunctory in the morning, but I didn't expect that Wang Hu was very serious. He taught him five times in a row. When the last person was almost able to practice, he waved his hand and asked someone to carry a big vat.

In the large tank, there is black water, exuding a strong medicinal smell.

"This is the body-nurturing medicine of our Dajiang Gang. Each person has a bowl. After drinking it, he can practice his physical skills immediately!"

Everyone gathered around, each person took a bowl, and drank it down. Suddenly, everyone's face turned red, and their whole body felt hot.

"Practice martial arts! Practice martial arts! What I just taught you!"

Wang Hu shouted.

Everyone immediately found a place to practice martial arts, and the more they practiced, the more energetic they became.

At this moment, there was a pop, and one of them fell to the ground while practicing.

"Tmd! What a weak person! This kid is in such bad health that he can't even bear our body nourishing medicine. He is really useless!"

Wang Hu yelled: "Carry it down and treat it!"

Zhou Ming's heart trembled.

It is medicine that is three parts poison, and poison is three parts medicine. No matter how good the medicine is, if the body is not strong enough to absorb it, it will probably be extremely poisonous.

Besides, the big vat that the Dajiang Gang brought out was said to be some kind of treasure, but no one knew what it actually was.

However, it can't affect Zhou Ming.

After taking a bowl of medicine, it was like a ball of dynamite exploding in his stomach. Zhou Ming quickly controlled to separate all the harmful substances in the medicine, and at the same time, the power of the medicine flowed smoothly into his limbs and bones.

"Instructor, let me go to the toilet!"

"get out."

Zhou Ming went to the toilet and expelled all harmful substances before returning to the martial arts field to practice.

On the martial arts field, people kept falling to the ground while practicing. Wang Hu or other instructors immediately cursed, saying that they were weak and could not bear the precious medicine.

Then he was taken out for treatment.

Returning to the dormitory at night, there were already two missing among the ten people. Li Qing expressed concern and said: "I didn't expect these two brothers to be so weak. I hope they recover as soon as possible."

Jiang Changming snorted coldly and said: "A bunch of losers. They are so weak that they can't even bear this kind of basic medicine. They still want to practice martial arts?"

Obviously, they all believed that it was not the medicine from the Dajiang Gang that had a problem, but the people who practiced martial arts.

It's just those people who were said to be taken for treatment, but haven't been seen much since.