Male God Cultivation Manual

The fog that night was very heavy. Although the moon was still high in the sky, it could not penetrate the thick fog in the jungle. Except for the faint road nearby, the forest in the distance was still foggy.

In such an environment, it is unrealistic to see the trajectory of the ball clearly, and you can only rely on the sense of the ball to judge the position.

And the junior middle school students in the failure group who practiced very miserably on the cliff are no longer what they used to be. Even if it is such a difficult task, after everyone has put in their best efforts, although it cannot be said to be completed with ease, But still no one fell behind or lost the ball, and they cooperated perfectly to complete this mission.

By the time they ran out of the jungle, it was already daylight, and the middle school students who were running out of breath were still the same as usual after completing the task, falling to the ground and holding on.

Although it was hard work, the sense of accomplishment after completing something important still surged up. It was really not easy for them to live under the hands of coach Sanfuan for so long.

"Who served those balls?" Kintaro Toyama asked everyone's question in one sentence, panting.

"Look over there." Dashi pointed in the direction of the jungle.

Following his voice, the others looked over. There stood a group of high school students who came out of the jungle. They were the ones who used various balls to make things difficult for this group of junior high school students just now.Contrary to the junior high school students, their test content today is to throw the ball that the junior high school students cannot catch, and if a junior high school student fails to catch the ball, they will win.Then they are the ones who can go back to the camp.

It's just a pity that although they had tried their best, they still lost to this group of brats again.

"Don't come back again!" Although the high school students were a little unwilling, they still admitted the gap in strength, "Go ahead!" They also wanted to see how far the group of brats who had defeated them could advance. kind of place.

With these words, the junior high school students continued their journey.Not far from the jungle, there is a small wooden house standing in the forest.

"Huh?" Feng He looked at the familiar wooden house, "This house is similar to the wooden house that coach Sanchuan asked me to move things before." It can be said to be exactly the same, and it is difficult for people to admit their mistakes.

"Look at the paintings on the wall," Gan, who had rewrapped himself into a mummy after being injured, pointed at the wall, "there are three ships, and the chances of them being left by the coach of the three ships are 90.00% seven."

"This joke is too cold." Someone complained.

But Buer laughed, he thought it was quite funny.

Nioh stuffed his hand into his trouser pocket, "puri."

The wooden house is locked, and the key is in Sanada's hand. After opening the door, there is a pocket that Feng He is even more familiar with. "This is what Coach Mifune asked me to carry."

"Have you opened it? What is it?" Ren Wang put his hand on Feng He's shoulder.

"No." Feng He shook his head, that journey was so thrilling, how could he remember it.

"Then quickly open it and see what it is." Toyama Kintaro eagerly tried it, "Maybe it's a reward for us."

Everyone looked at each other, and then hurriedly opened their pockets.

After seeing the contents clearly, Echizen also sighed, "Is this the reward..."

Today's U-17 training camp, after the smooth reshuffle of the No. [-] court, still maintained the usual calm, but the calm is destined to be broken.

Just before the members of Stadium No. 17 entered the stadium, they were stopped by someone who was also wearing the uniforms of the U-[-] training camp, but the color of their uniforms was the exact opposite of the normal white and red uniforms. The black and red team uniforms set off the extraordinary momentum and uniqueness of this group of people.

"Who are you guys?" The members of the No. [-] court who were blocked asked dissatisfiedly. Now that the members of the No. [-] court are traveling overseas, they are the strongest group in the entire training camp, and they will never allow others to provoke them.

"Are you members of Court No. [-]?" The person who stopped them made no secret of his purpose, "Let's compete with us."

There are many regulations in the U-17 training camp, one of which is that you must never refuse the challenge of people in black uniforms.

They are called, those who returned from hell - the Black Revolutionary Army.

So an unusual stadium shuffle battle began.

"Drinking a cup of black tea after sweating is really sweet." In the dining area of ​​the U-17 training camp, Atobe, who had just finished his morning training, held a cup of black tea, making it a Michelin restaurant.

"Would you like another cup?" Yagyu, who was sitting at the same table as Atobe, picked up the teapot very gentlemanly.

Before Atobe had time to agree, Kikumaru ran in from outside shouting, "The big thing is wrong, the game has started on the No. [-] court."

"Court No. [-]?" Yukimura turned his head and looked at Atobe, which is now Court No. [-]. "Is there a random match between Court No. [-] and Court No. [-] today?" Apart from their court and Atobe's court, other courts Does not have the strength to challenge the No. [-] court.Their stadium is not arranged, is that the third court?

"No," Atobe put down his teacup, and he seemed to have heard some clues from Kikumaru's words, "the ghost said that there will be no games on the third court recently." Then, the person who can challenge the second court is...

Yukimura nodded, and the moment he turned his head, he remembered what someone had said before, and he said, wait for him to come back.

And the candidate who can surprise Kikumaru so much is definitely not someone in the training camp.

So……

"It's Oishi and the little ones," Kikumaru announced the answer happily. When he saw it, he couldn't believe his eyes. "Everyone who left the training camp before came back. Let's play the game."

In a word, the whole restaurant was suddenly stirred up.

Yukimura pushed away the tableware in front of him and stood up, the eyes of Li Haida's minister were bright, sure enough, it was Kaze and the others who came back!

As a result, no one cared about breakfast anymore, and the teenagers who were expecting their companions to return put down their things one after another and rushed towards the No. [-] court.

At this time, on the No. [-] court, the game was in full swing.

The rules are very simple. In the face of the high school students who look down on their No. [-] court, the junior high school students in the losing group directly proposed such a game plan in order to avenge their shame. They will challenge them. As long as they lose one game, they will count lose.

The high school students on Court No. [-] didn't know whether to lament their stupidity or laugh at their arrogance. Since they dared to propose such a game rule, don't blame them for bullying the weak.

This group of brats thought this was some place, this was the U-17 training camp, and they were strong players on the No. [-] stadium.

However, from the very beginning, the game did not go according to the ideas of the high school students on Court No. [-].

The junior high school students who came down from the cliff are all very skilled. They beat the high school students on the No. [-] court every game, and none of them lost.

"Are these guys really the ones who lost in the training camp?" The high school student on the second court exclaimed as he watched the game on the court in disbelief.

"Because of such strength," the man who had just been defeated in the battle murmured while holding his somewhat numb hand, "is that why they are called the Black-clothed Revolutionary Army?"

The rest of the people looked at each other, and no one could answer this question.

"What are you afraid of!" A strong player from Court No. [-] stood up, "It's just a group of brats!" They are the strong players in this training camp. Although they can't beat Court No. The little ghosts can compare.

After picking up the racket, the man took off his jacket, "I'll show this group of brats some color." Don't think that if you put on a black team uniform jacket, it's a big deal.

His words seemed to have regained some confidence for the others, "Haha, yes, we still have amazing people who haven't played yet."

"Come on, beat those little devils and go home to find your mother."

Accompanied by the cheers of the high school students on the second court, the man stood on the court, "Which one of you will come next?"

The next moment, the young man standing across from him on the court had a face so indifferent that he was thousands of miles away from others, and he said calmly, "Please give me more advice."

When the game started, other junior high school students from the winning group also rushed to the side of the court.

After seeing the people on the field clearly, Yukimura smiled, "Sure enough, they are back."

"Haha, it's wind!" Marui waved happily, "Come on, wind!"

"Everyone is back." Liu also slightly raised the corners of his mouth, but, will the game be played as soon as he comes back?It seems that the training they received was unusual.

Yagyu pushed his glasses, "They seem to have trained very hard." All of them looked bruised, and even his partner had a bandage on his face.

Yukimura swept across the group of teenagers in black on the other side of the court, and frowned slightly, but after a while he relaxed his expression, "Just come back." He doesn't think too much about the established fact of being injured, as long as the injury It's not a big deal, just come back smoothly.

"Senior Feng..." Kirihara looked at the people running on the field, then raised his arm and wiped his eyes.

Yukimura was amused by Kirihara's actions, "Akaya, they are coming back, not leaving." Although he knew that Akaya must be very happy for Kaze's return, he wouldn't be moved enough to cry.

"I know, I know." Kirihara lowered his arms, looked at the court again with red eyes, Senior Feng and the others are back, it's really great.

On the court, as Fenghe's opponent, the high school student on the No. [-] court also showed his strength as a strong player. The ball was fast and ruthless, reaching the bottom line.

Compared with the opponent who seems to be quite powerful, with a lightning-fast attacking rhythm, Fenghe's tennis is much more unpretentious. After being forced to the limit every day on the cliff, the brilliance of his tennis has further subsided, and he even looks a little clumsy look like.

This style of tennis caused a burst of ridicule from the opponent's high school students.

"Hahahaha, is that guy a beginner in tennis?" It was the one who laughed the loudest.

"That's right, it looks like he can't even do the most basic movements well, can he really come to this training camp?"

"Could it be someone who got in here casually, why don't you go home and play!"

"No, it's a waste of time here."

There was a lot of discussion, and his self-confidence suddenly skyrocketed.

All kinds of ugly words rushed towards his face, Kirihara couldn't help but took half a step forward, clenched his fists, "Damn it!" He looked like he was about to pounce on him and retaliate.

However, Komura's movements were stopped by Yukimura, and the Son of God's gaze was sharp and compelling, "Don't worry about it, Feng will prove it with strength." He believed in Feng and never doubted it.

"That's right," Yagyu continued to hold his glasses gracefully, "Kirihara-kun, just watch carefully."

"Come on, Feng, beat them." Marui was the most honest, blowing bubbles to cheer Fenghe.

"Come on! Wind!" Kikumaru's voice was no weaker than Marui's, and he heard those words too.

Compared with the excited crowd on the successful side, the black-clothed revolutionary soldiers on the unsuccessful side seemed much calmer.

They have been training together these days, and they know each other's strengths too well, especially Feng He, who is so powerful.

Sanada folded his hands on his chest, condescendingly, "Huh, that's so naive." It's so naive to want to win against Feng just like that.

Buer smiled, opened his eyes like that, "I'll know soon." The other party will taste the price of judging someone by appearance.

Many other people also showed a strange smile to the high school students, just like what Sanada said, you guys are so naive.

"What are those people laughing at?" The high school student on the No. [-] court touched his arm, "My goosebumps got rid of the laughter." It was too weird to laugh.

"I don't know." Someone replied, "It's like smiling at us specially, and I always feel a little cold behind my back."

But as Buer said, they will know right away.

On the court, Feng He, who looks like an extremely ordinary tennis player, mobilizes the opponent exhausted on the court, but he can't catch the seemingly ordinary return.

"The wind wins, 1-0."

"The wind wins, 2-0."

"Wind wins, 3-0, swap venues."

This time, the high school students on the No. [-] court, who were laughing loudly just now, were all silent, "How...how is this possible?" A person of extraordinary strength, to be defeated by that kind of tennis that doesn't see any advantage, and has no strength to fight back.

"What kind of tennis is it?" The person who was surprised was not the only one who sighed, "It's too scary, this kind of tennis." Probably because I can't see what's so good, it's even more terrifying.

"Damn it, were those brats just laughing at this?" Thinking about his appearance just now, he felt ashamed no matter what.

"Game over, Wind wins, 6-0."

Seeing Fenghe finish the game neatly, the black-clothed revolutionary army immediately cheered, "Well done, Feng."

"It's great, Senior Feng." Taocheng raised his hand and laughed loudly.

Wrapped in a bandage and holding his notebook, "the probability that the wind has not exerted its full strength is 80.00% six." It is really surprising that after practicing on the cliff, everyone's progress is so amazing.

"Hahahaha," seeing the result, Kirihara laughed out loud, "Didn't you say it loudly just now? Why are you silent now?"

Liu Ze was much calmer, "It seems that the training they have undergone during the time away is no worse than what we received in the training camp. No, there is a 90.00% chance that it will be stricter than what we received." Watching Feng play today It is known that they have improved, and this improvement is amazing.

"Well," Yukimura looked from Fuhe on the court to Nioh Sanada and others outside the court, "they look pretty good."

"It just looks a little dirty." Marui blew a bubble, complaining about the teenagers who came back from the cliff, "It seems to have rolled around in the mud."

"It's not just muddy ground, Marui-kun." Yagyu looked at the group of people who came back from Lihai University, "Except for the black team uniform outside, which should be newly issued, the other clothes are very tattered, as if they haven't been there for a while. It's like changing clothes."

"You put it this way..." Marui also took a closer look, "Where did they bring a change of clothes? They shouldn't be throwing them away, only the wind looks a little better." So, accidentally, Marui came to the truth.

Yukimura laughed when he heard the words, the smile of the Son of God is very beautiful, no matter what kind of environment he keeps clean and tidy?

Really, this guy.

Following Fuhe, in the next game against the high school students on the No. [-] court, the returning loser group still won the whole game, and Echizen even played an excellent counterattack in the last game.

And the end of his game means that after the No. [-] court was successfully shuffled by the junior high school students, the No. [-] court was also successfully occupied by the returning junior high school students.

"Players, please note that according to the coach's permission, these 28 junior high school students in the failure group are allowed to be promoted to the second court."

With the words of the coach on the radio, the middle school students in the failure group officially returned to the U-17 training camp.

All kinds of cheers rang out at once, and the teenagers who eliminated their partners in the partner elimination competition greeted their returning companions with dazzling smiles.

Of course, at the same time, the teenagers in the failure group also took the initiative to go to their peers and friends from the same school after their success. They didn’t come back with the shame of failure, that’s enough.

All of a sudden, there was a lot of excitement outside the stadium, and there was a lot of laughter and laughter.

Li Haida's people who lost in the partner knockout round were no exception, and several teenagers who seemed to be relaxed to varying degrees also walked to their ministers.

"Welcome back." Marui gestured with a bright smile.

"Welcome back, everyone." Liu Sheng was polite.

"Senior Feng." Qieyuan rushed to Feng He's side in a few steps. When Feng He saw his familiar companion, his frozen eyes naturally melted, revealing a little warmth. He raised his hand to touch Xiao Haidai's hair, "The previous group shuffle battle was well done."

Qieyuan was stunned, group shuffle, how did Senior Feng know?

Feng He didn't mean to explain for the time being, after touching Xiao Haidai's head, he crossed Kirihara and walked up to the minister who had been watching them with a smile on his face, his eyes met, Feng He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and his cold voice was rare With two points of tenderness, "I'm back." He promised, and he did.

The smile on Yukimura's lips bloomed instantly, "Welcome back."

It was originally a warm scene, but it was broken by a kingfisher flying down in an instant, "Young master, young master, so this is the young master's wife?" The young master actually smiled at him. I have never seen the young master smile before, and even said that I am back. Among the group of people who said welcome back, the young master only told this beauty that I am back, so this must be true, "Little I originally thought that Mrs. Buer is already a rare beauty." After being corrected by Feng He persistently, Wei Hong finally gave up the title of Mrs. Fuji, "I didn't expect Mrs. Fuer to be as beautiful as Mrs. Buer, ah Ah, or even more dazzling than Lord Buer!" His voice was full of admiration, "The young master's vision is really good! I am so happy to serve such a beautiful lady!" He was bluffing As he spoke, Bianwei flew above Yukimura's head, and almost took out some flowers to scatter.

The smile that Feng He had just shown faded away. Fortunately, after experiencing the experience of Bu Er, it was not enough to make him change his face, but in front of everyone, he couldn't clean up his red tail, so he could only be cold. looked over.

Yukimura immediately noticed that the direction of Feng He's gaze was wrong, and because of the loud chirping voice of Wei Hong, he followed Feng He's line of sight and looked over, "Huh? A bird?" Why did he see a bird? A kingfisher is flying around him, is it an illusion?

Feng He looked at the excited Wei Hong and didn't even want to sigh. He stretched out his arms and called out, "Wei Hong."

"Here comes the little one." Wei Hong flew over with a whoosh and landed on Feng He's finger, "Young Master, I have found a good tree to live in." He didn't follow Feng He just now, just to do this It's over, and when I came back, I saw the touching scene of his young master and his wife.What a touching reunion after a long absence.

Yukimura was a little surprised, "Why did you raise a bird?" I have never seen the wind particularly like any animals and plants, so why did I get an extra bird after a few days of not seeing each other.

"It's a long story." Feng He suddenly remembered that Yukimura didn't know about his eyes, and it would be difficult to explain it clearly in one sentence or two, "I'll explain it together later." He said with his eyes Turning to his fingers, he kept flapping his wings, calling out to the young lady's tail red, and said lightly, "It's too noisy, tail red." If he hears something about the young lady again, he doesn't guarantee that Lift the tail red upside down again.

Being reprimanded by her own young master, Wei Hong stopped her voice aggrieved, and then glanced at Yukimura secretly, the young master is so fierce, but the young master's wife looks gentle and good-looking.Ah, of course, it's not that he thinks his young master is not good-looking, but the two kinds of good-looking are different.The young master and the young master's wife are still very suitable, especially when they looked at each other and smiled just now.

Seeing that the bird stopped chirping after Fenghe's words, Yukimura raised his eyebrows, "So human?" There is always a feeling that this bird is not ordinary, so, it is gentle again. Is it magical?

"Ah." Feng He agreed, and asked Wei Hong to stand on his shoulders, "Go back to the dormitory first?" After finally returning to the normal accommodation from the cliff, he felt that he urgently needed to take a shower and change clothes .

Really, he had to wash in the icy stream water after being exposed to such cold weather, but in order not to turn himself into a refugee, he could only endure it.

As for Wei Hong's mistake, he can correct it later, anyway, it's not the first time, he has a lot of experience.

Yukimura looked at the time, "It's almost lunch time, do you want to have lunch first?"

Fenghe's hesitation was only half a second, "Go back to the dormitory and change clothes first, and then go to eat." At worst, he washes up faster, and he can endure being hungry, but he really doesn't want to bear being dirty.

"Then let's go together." Yukimura smiled, "Fuji will probably go back to the dormitory first to change clothes." Although he only spent a short time together, he also knew that the other roommate was also a very clean and tidy type.

While the two were talking, they saw that Buer had already greeted everyone in Qingxue and came over, "Feng, do you want to go back to the dormitory?" He also wanted to go back to the dormitory to take a shower and change clothes first.

Feng He nodded, "Well, let's go together."

When Feng He finally came out clean and refreshed, and went to take a shower, he wiped his hair and walked into the bedroom, and saw Wei Hong put away the wooden sticks he usually carried, and took out two handfuls of paper from nowhere. The fan was dancing for Yukimura on the table.

Yukimura sat at the table with his coat on, watching the kingfisher on the table flapping its wings and circling with interest.

Fenghe suddenly didn't know what to say.

So, tail red, has your object of fawning been transferred from Mr. Bu Er to Mrs. Young Mistress immediately?

It's really hard work for you to look so hard.

The author has something to say:

Very hard-working tail red, poof.

Thanks to the little rogue rabbit little angel for mine~