The Prodigies War

Blood Killing Camp, canteen.

The space here is huge, with thousands of tables and chairs placed, divided into forty areas, corresponding to the dining places of the forty camps.

When Lin Xun dragged his almost numb body and sat down, he couldn't help grinning, and his body was full of soreness and pain.

The three hours of continuous fighting not only exhausted Lin Xun's spiritual power, but also felt a sense of loss of strength with his strong physique.

Lin Xun suspected that he would faint at any moment if he hadn't been able to support himself with perseverance.

It didn't take long for Ning Meng to sit opposite Lin Xun with two breakfasts on his back. He smiled and said, "Although the conditions here are a little worse, the breakfast is really good, and it's almost on par with the court banquet."

The breakfast is really good, a bowl of porridge, with four dishes, and ten meat buns.

The porridge is cooked with an extremely rare "green jade spirit valley". Each grain of rice is as smooth and clear as jade, with a fragrant fragrance. The four dishes are also cooked with various precious spirit vegetables and spirit meat. Even the meat buns were made from the flesh of the blood-eyed leopard's legs, which not only tasted delicious, but also contained extremely abundant spiritual power.

Lin Xun didn't talk nonsense, he devoured it directly, his exhausted body was like a bottomless pit, in urgent need of supplements.

Ning Meng was obviously starving too, and while swallowing, he said vaguely, "Lin Xun, I really underestimated you before, so I'm just looking at your performance at the No. 10 training ground today. It's all worth my attention."

Lin Xun rolled his eyes, this guy's tone is always so mad, and this stinky problem will definitely cause a lot of trouble in the future.

"By the way, I see what Qi Can has done to you today, and I will find an opportunity to help you out in the future." Ning Meng said casually.

Lin Xun was startled,

Stopping his chopsticks, he looked at Ning Meng on the opposite side curiously, and said, "Why do you want to help me?"

Ning Meng was displeased and said, "Did you forget what I said on the way to the Blood Killing Camp? You are my Ning Meng's friend. If you are bullied, where will you put my face?"

It turned out to be afraid of embarrassing him...

Lin Xun said angrily, "Eat!"

When the two of them were immersed in their meal, the cafeteria became more and more lively. There were more than a thousand students in the forty camps, sitting in different areas under the dark pressure, and the scene was spectacular.

The meal time is half an hour, and there are no restrictions other than the rule not to fight each other, which can be regarded as a rare opportunity to relax.

The atmosphere was very lively. These students were all teenagers and girls. Some of them knew each other long before they came to the Blood Killing Camp.

The topics discussed were all about some famous students long before they entered the Blood Killing Camp.

This is also normal. The students recruited by the Blood Killing Camp are all selected through special channels. Each one has outstanding talent and extraordinary aptitude, and most of them have extremely complicated origins. children.

Lin Xun was not interested in these topics and buried himself in eating.

However, Ning Meng seemed to have heard something, and said solemnly: "I didn't expect that Bai Lingxi, the eldest granddaughter of the Imperial Jinghai Hou, and Zhao Yin, the grandson of the Forbidden City Bowang Hou, also came!"

Lin Xun said casually, "Are you afraid of them?"

Ning Meng suddenly stared: "Joke! I have never been afraid of anyone since Ning Meng was a child!"

After a pause, he frowned and said: "It's just that these two guys are very tricky, they are all geniuses with special talents from birth, they can be called extraordinary talents, there is no one in ten thousand, if you fight against them, you must be careful. "

Lin Xun's heart moved: "Could it be that they all have the source spiritual veins in their bodies?"

Ning Meng shook his head and said: "Original spiritual veins can only be regarded as one of the innate attributes. I heard that Bai Lingxi's innate attribute is 'Xingzhao Qianqiu', which is a mysterious soul talent, which is extremely rare. Zhao Yin's talent is Derived from its root bone, it is called the 'Ziyang Body', which is also very rare."

According to Ning Meng, innate attributes are the cultivation talents of cultivators, including comprehension, roots, blood, etc., which are collectively referred to as innate attributes.

According to the empire's evaluation of talent attributes, talent attributes can be roughly divided into nine grades.

First class is the most.

Nine is the end.

People with rare innate aptitudes can cultivate several times faster than ordinary people. What is even more terrifying is that they are far superior to ordinary people in comprehending the exercises and refining the martial arts!

Their bodies, souls, and aptitudes are all in perfect harmony. One year of cultivation is equivalent to several years of hard work by others. Especially, the higher the realm, the greater the advantages they have, and they will gradually open up to ordinary people. the distance.

One of the most famous examples of the empire is that, more than 300 years ago, a pair of twin descendants under Dong Bohou’s knees, the elder brother had the innate attribute “No Leakage Body”, and the younger brother had excellent qualifications, but he had no innate attributes.

The two brothers practiced and grew up together all year round. The elder brother broke through and advanced several times a year, but the younger brother advanced once every three years.

Until the elder brother cultivated to the Heavenly Cave Realm, the younger brother was still wandering in the Linggang Realm.

When the elder brother has become a giant, he is king and hegemony, but the younger brother has long since disappeared.

A pair of twin brothers, but because of a talent attribute, the gap between the two's cultivation paths is getting bigger and bigger. From this, it can be seen how tyrannical those with talent attributes are.

Like Bai Lingxi's "Xingzhao Qianqiu", it is almost a fourth-class talent attribute.

Like Zhao Yin's "Ziyang Body", it is the seventh-level innate attribute.

But no matter the rank, as long as he has the innate attributes, he has already surpassed the ordinary cultivator by a lot in innate.

At this point, Lin Xuncai vaguely understood the meaning of possessing innate attributes, and he couldn't help but toss.

What kind of talent is this?

"Unfortunately, in the entire Zi Yao Empire, there are too few cultivators with innate attributes.

Ning Meng sighed, "If Lao Tzu had a talent attribute, even if it was the ninth-level talent at the bottom, he would have soared into the sky long ago and spread all over the world."

Lin Xun remained silent, and several times he was impulsive to ask about the "Great Abyss Swallowing the Sphere", but he finally held back.

He couldn't say that it was the biggest secret in him.

At this time, a sneer suddenly came from the side, but Shi Yu walked over with a smile, sat beside him, squinted at Ning Meng, and said, "Stop bragging, just rely on your stupidity to give you a first-class talent. It's no use either."

Ning Meng slapped the table and said angrily, "Little white face, do you want to die?"

Shi Yu ignored him, and said to himself, "I heard that this time, not only Bai Lingxi and Zhao Yin are here, but your nemesis Changsun Henke is also here."

Grandson Mark!

Ning Meng's face suddenly filled with suffocation, extremely gloomy.

This was the first time Lin Xun saw Ning Meng look like this, so he couldn't help frowning and glanced at Shi Yu.

But seeing Shi Yu standing up with a smile, he said to Ningmeng, "If you want to beat him to the ground, you have to practice hard in the blood-killing camp."

"Why tell me this?" Ning Meng gritted his teeth in a deep voice, clenching his big hands tightly, as if he was forcing something.

"No way, who put you and me in the same camp, I can't just stand by." Shi Yu shrugged.

"What if Changsun Hen and you were in the same camp?" Ning Meng stared at Shi Yu.

Shi Yu smiled, didn't say anything else, and turned away.

"Changsun Hen is your enemy?" Lin Xun asked.

Ning Meng shook his head and did not want to mention this again.

...

At the end of the breakfast, Lin Xun and other twenty-eight students from Camp 39 were informed that they had passed the training at the No. 10 training ground, and each received five points.

It was also at this time that Lin Xun realized that their first month of combat training should actually be arranged in training grounds 1-9, where the combat environment was relatively easier and safer.

And the No. 10 training ground was actually prepared for the second month of combat training!

Lin Xun has no objection to this arrangement. All he has to do is obey the order. What's more, for a woman like Instructor Xiaoke, even protesting is useless.

In any case, compared to other camps, on the first day of this training, the elimination rate in Camp 39 was undoubtedly the highest.

When I first reported yesterday, there were fifty people, and in just one day, there were only twenty-eight people left.

After breakfast, the intense training began.

Xiao Ke took all the students of Camp 39 into an open-air training field, where the sun was scorching hot and the temperature was scorching hot.

What Lin Xun and the others have to do is to quickly repair their spiritual power and restore their bodies to their best condition within two hours.

Two hours later, Xiaoke took Lin Xun and the others for close combat training, allowing the students to fight one-on-one with bare hands. If they win once, they will get one point, and if they lose once, one point will be deducted.

Lunch did not begin until close to noon.

The five points that Lin Xunchen had just earned had already been cleared, and all were earned by Ning Meng. There was no way. In the training of close combat, Lin Xun drew lots by chance to get Ning Meng.

But it is also unfortunate, because Lin Xunxiu is still unable to compare with Ning Meng, even if his fighting skills are far better than Ning Meng, but he was beaten by the opponent's strength and arrogantly suppressed. .

During lunch, looking at Lin Xun who was beaten up by himself, Ning Meng couldn't help laughing smugly, making Lin Xun's teeth itch with hatred.

Lin Xun suddenly remembered the first time he met Shi Yu, the other person's evaluation of Ning Meng - born to be beaten.

In the afternoon, Lin Xun and the others were arranged to walk into an empty closed room. There was a high platform in the center of the room, and a bronze coffin was placed on the high platform.

Xu Sanqi stood right in front of the bronze coffin, with a thin and straight body like a spear that pierced the sky, and his facial lines were as hard and cold as a rock, and he was unsmiling.

His eyes were still as sharp as a blade, as if they could penetrate the depths of his soul, so that no one dared to meet his gaze.

"Today you will learn to recognize and understand the enemy."

Xu Sanqi's words were as simple as before, and with a wave of his hand, he opened the tightly closed bronze coffin, revealing a strange corpse.

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