The next morning, Ren Suo and his companions changed into their uniforms in the dormitory. They were not the camouflage uniforms worn during military training, but a combination of grey trousers and grey vests, much like a degraded version of the black vests. Then they went to the cafeteria to eat, and after eating, they returned to the front of the dormitory building to gather and report their numbers.

"1!" "2!" "3!"...

After thirty people reported the number of times, Zhao Jingzhong said with full energy: "Too quiet, are you still asleep? Come again!"

"1!" "2!" "3!"...

"Speak louder, I can't hear you!"

"1!" "2!" "3!"...

After the third count, Zhao Jingzhong was finally satisfied and took them to a large playground in the training base.

There were already many teams scattered around the playground, some were civil servants, and some were soldiers training on their own. Ren Suo took a look and estimated that the track was about one kilometer long, and their first training project was to run one kilometer!

Ren Suo and his friends were not afraid of this. New civil servants had to undergo a physical fitness test. Although they were fat and thin, running one kilometer was not a problem for them.

However, Zhao Jingzhong said that they were not just running normally, but they were practicing while running!

"The sports field here is not an ordinary sports field. Although there is a running track, a football field, grass, a goal, and even people playing football inside... it is not ordinary." Zhao Jingzhong said: "This is a training area that has been arranged by professionals and is particularly rich in spiritual energy!"

"I can't reveal the specific technology, but the spiritual energy in the stadium space is three times that of other environments. You can practice here with half the effort and get twice the result, and get into the state faster. There are six such stadiums in the training base, which are specially used for practice."

Someone asked, "Instructor, if the playground doesn't have a cover, won't the spiritual energy escape?"

"It won't run away." Zhao Jingzhong seemed to have received professional training and knew that the students would ask this kind of question. The answer came out almost immediately: "Spiritual energy is just our term. It is not a gas. It is invisible. It is the energy that fills the entire universe. It will not be dispersed by the material structure and will not gather."

"Instructor, which place has the most spiritual energy?"

"Instructor, where exactly did the spiritual energy begin to surge? The edge of the runway? One meter outside the edge of the runway? Two meters?"

"Instructor..."

Zhao Jingzhong was so annoyed that he got angry: "Don't ask anymore! I'm going to tell you the method of cultivation. If you can't hear me, I won't tell you again! You..."

The scene quickly quieted down. Zhao Jingzhong was very satisfied and said, "This is the most basic method of cultivation. First, you must practice in this way..."

"Speak louder, I can't hear you!"

Zhao Jingzhong was instantly silenced and shouted angrily, "Who said that? Stand up!"

No one spoke. Zhao Jingzhong glanced around and was shocked. He didn't see anyone speaking just now. And the voice didn't come from the students, but from above them.

However, there is no doubt that the person who said this was among the students, but Zhao Jingzhong did not find out, which made him most angry. He was the first batch of internal test soldiers transferred from the army to the National Security Bureau. He served as a squad leader in the army and still had the habits of the army. He was most disgusted with this kind of behavior of contradicting and deliberately disobeying superiors.

"I'll say it again, stand up now!"

Zhao Jingzhong waited for three seconds, and when no one came out, his face was grim, and he shouted, "Everyone, get ready for push-ups!"

The students looked at each other in bewilderment. Some of them obediently lay down and prepared, but some were not prepared to buy it, such as the arrogant Jie Qiansi: "Why?"

"Why? Because someone among you caused trouble and refused to admit his mistake, so all of you must be punished!"

"Why should we all be punished?" Jie Qiansi responded. He was not a college student in an ivory tower. Because of his family background, he was also well-informed. "You are incompetent and can't find anyone to cause trouble, so you take it out on all of us? Who do you think you are?"

Zhao Jingzhong looked at Jie Qiansi coldly and said, "Because you are a group!"

"A group? Don't bring your military tricks here." Xie Qiansi sneered: "We just met yesterday. I don't even know their names or recognize their faces. What's a group? Aren't you part of our group? Then why don't you do it?"

"Everyone will share their things in five days to contribute to Xuan Country's well-off society. We are here to learn, not to watch you embarrass yourself or let you vent your anger!"

"What's more, Xuanguo has been reforming and opening up for decades. Do you still want to go back to the feudal society and punish the group? Either you have the guts to find the person who offended you, or just carry on with the course normally! We are not your soldiers, and we don't need to follow your rules. If someone kills someone here, do we all have to be shot?"

Jie Qiansi's round of verbal attacks was naturally very satisfying, and the point was that he was right - why should everyone be punished? A normal person would not want to be implicated because of someone else's fault. If it was a colleague, comrade, or acquaintance, they could still say "cover up", but they knew each other very well, and didn't even know the other person's name. They were not familiar with each other at all, and didn't know who did it. In this case, they were naturally unwilling to take responsibility.

Xie Qiansi's words were also said after careful consideration, accurately hitting the key points, allowing her to stand on the broadest people's front and establish her prestige. Although the "WeChat group" is temporarily invalid, Xie Qiansi knows that these people will be able to enjoy good food and drink in various places after leaving. Now making friends with others in advance and fighting against this unreasonable behavior together is equivalent to having a "friendship" like comrades-in-arms.

The most important thing is that Xie Qiansi is sure that Zhao Jingzhong will teach them how to practice in the end. Otherwise, if Xie Qiansi tells the truth, he will definitely not be able to get away with it.

However, Jie Qiansi still could not fully understand the thoughts of these former soldiers - Zhao Jingzhong's face turned cold and he actually attacked him directly!

"You look like the troublemaker to me!"

Zhao Jingzhong was extremely fast, and his iron hands were as powerful as the wind. Xie Qiansi was originally a young man. Although he went to the gym from time to time, he was definitely not good at fighting. Facing Zhao Jingzhong's attack, he didn't even have time to retreat.

However, two pairs of hands suddenly stretched out from the side, and the two fists on the left accurately hit Zhao Jingzhong's elbow, and then turned and pressed down to curb Zhao Jingzhong's attack; the two palms on the right slapped Zhao Jingzhong's shoulders, which looked like they were putting their hands on each other's shoulders.

"Instructor, there's no need to do it." Ren Suo said with a chuckle, "It's just push-ups, let's just do it."

"Yes." Zhao Huo, who was holding Zhao Jingzhong's shoulder, also smiled and said, "We will persuade him not to talk nonsense."

Zhao Jingzhong looked at them deeply, struggled to break free from their hands, snorted coldly and walked back.

Ren Suo secretly wiped a cold sweat. Before coming here, he equipped the "Battle Entry" to prevent any accidents, or simply because he didn't want to waste it. When he saw Zhao Jingzhong trying to untie the Thousand Silks, Ren Suo took the initiative to attack.

Firstly, although Xie Qiansi is very showy and power-hungry, he is very helpful - last night he went to the supermarket and bought a lot of food for his roommates to eat together; secondly, he also wanted to see how far "Introduction to Fighting" could go.

The result was very good. Although Zhao Jingzhong did not use any "special skills", he looked like a veteran, and his combat power was definitely above average among ordinary people. The fact that Ren Suo was able to suppress him unexpectedly was enough to show that Ren Suo's combat power had basically reached the combat level of a veteran.

And he became famous by the way. After all, Zhao Jingzhong was not an ordinary person, but a supernatural person who was responsible for teaching them. The fact that Ren Suo could subdue him with one move was enough to make others look at him differently.

Zhao Huo also looked strong, perhaps he was also a warrior who had eaten porridge for two nights. Ren Suo didn't know who was stronger between him and himself. It seemed that those who were selected were all easy to deal with.

Qiao Muyi and Li Qingxuan were looking at this side, so Ren Suo turned around and smiled at them - the favorability should be +1, right?

"What you said makes sense," Zhao Jingzhong seemed to have let go of what happened just now, and said lightly: "Then let's start formal training."

"Listen carefully, this practice formula will only be effective if you practice breathing while running. The breathing method must be strictly followed and you can only stop after 64 cycles. Any confusion will result in all your efforts being wasted."

"Every breath is a respiration. Long breaths require very slow breathing, while short breaths are breaths within one second. The specific process is: three long, one short, two long, three short..."

"If the breathing exercise is successful, the spiritual energy in the air will be drawn into your body. Completing one breathing cycle counts as one practice. After practicing dozens of times, you will basically be able to generate your own 'cyclone'."

Zhao Jingzhong explained the breathing method three times, pointed at the track and said, "Okay, you guys start practicing now."

"Pay attention," Zhao Jingzhong said again, as if remembering something, "Although you all have talents in your physique, but... if you can't form a cyclone within five days, then it means that your talents are just so-so..."