Zhou Buzhou did not go to meet the other people in the Lingbu base covered in blood.
If he really met everyone with blood all over his body and revealed his achievements on this trip, it would certainly appear heroic and show his determination and strength.
But it also reveals his weakness.
There is no need for heroism in the current Lingbu base!
What is needed is invincibility!
He wants to make great progress and always appear in the most glamorous way!
After taking a shower, I casually treated the wound.
After changing into a new set of clothes, Zhou Buzhou walked towards the hotel rooftop in a radiant manner.
To be honest, he admires her very much!
I admire everyone who chooses to stay.
They really did not rest for a moment and kept practicing on the rooftop.
I have been practicing since morning until now, and the only time I wasted was ten minutes eating.
"I'm glad I did my job!"
The moment Zhou Buzhou stepped onto the rooftop from the corridor, he suddenly roared.
The people who were training stopped and turned to look.
He is like the wind!
There was a hint of joy in everyone's eyes.
Zhou Buzhou smiled calmly.
He still roared.
"On the way to the competition, we encountered interceptions. The interceptors were two mid-level first-level players and one mid-level second-level player!"
Everyone's expression changed slightly.
Zhou Buzhou didn't keep the secret any longer, but suddenly shouted: "I am Zhou Buzhou, I killed the middle-level second-level warrior in the formation, and then killed the middle-level first-level warrior. Only one middle-level first-level warrior escaped by chance!"
Everyone was shocked.
The middle stage of the second stage of the formation?
You have eight meridians... No, when did you break through again?
Zhou Buzhou continued to roar, "Then, in the competition, I will defeat Kunlun Li Changfeng!"
"Win the top three opportunities!"
"Win the first place title!"
"Old Zhou is mighty!"
"Hahaha, I knew it!" Yang Zimei rushed over with a smile and slapped Zhou Buzhou on the shoulder.
The injury on the right chest was pulled.
Zhou Buzhou shrank slightly, then gritted his teeth and stood firm as a pine tree again.
Yang Zimei hesitated for a moment, then slapped him hard again.
Zhou Buzhou's face darkened slightly, but he endured the pain and stood firm.
Yang Zimei breathed a sigh of relief: "Hey, it seems he's not injured yet, Lao Zhou, you're awesome!"
"That's right! I'm the child of destiny! I'm the reincarnation of a saint!"
Zhou Buzhou also cooperated very well.
"Yes, the child of destiny! Lao Zhou will definitely lead us to be invincible and return to the alien base to prove it to the spiritual base! We can even establish the heaven and we will be the kings!"
Lu Dafeng frowned: "Wait, aren't thirty-seven Heavenly Kings too many?"
"Thirty-seven Heavenly Kings are not too many in the myriad heavens and worlds. They seem to be stretched thin."
Everyone started talking at once.
Some people really have a vague feeling that Zhou Buzhou is indeed the child of destiny.
Those who don’t believe yet also begin to doubt themselves and become uncertain.
Combining the comments of the crowd and Zhou Buzhou's experience, those who were still in doubt began to feel that Zhou Buzhou really was the child of destiny.
Lies or falsehoods.
As long as more people say it, it will become true even if it is false.
Just like if you firmly believe that the earth is round, but everyone you come into contact with tells you that the earth is flat, you will doubt yourself and feel uncertain.
Then, you will also firmly believe that the earth is flat.
What people say is scary!
A group of people quickly came forward to congratulate him.
Then, they started training on their own.
Zhou Buzhou was slightly speechless, but he also joined the large group of practitioners.
He asked everyone to practice every minute, so he naturally couldn't be the first to break this rule.
Next, thirty-eight people sweated profusely on the rooftop.
Afterwards, Yin Lian came out to teach boxing, Zhang Shan taught swordsmanship, and Zhou Buzhou did not hide the swordsmanship he had researched.
After explaining how to use the spear, Yang Zimei took out a lock and threw away the key in front of everyone.
Then, he took a toothpick and began to demonstrate his lock-picking skills, explaining the principles behind it to everyone while he was unlocking the lock.
at last.
Ming Yayin asked sheepishly, "Brother Zhou, I'd like to ask, during a battle, should we let murderous intent fill our chests, or remain calm?"
Everyone looked at Zhou Buzhou.
The rest of them hadn't really experienced any real combat.
Zhou Buzhou recalled those life-or-death battles and chuckled, "It's all possible. If your mind is as calm as still water, you can make the most of everything you can. And if your heart is filled with murderous intent, you can unleash an invincible force, overwhelming your opponent with your power and striking fiercely!"
"This isn't something that can be taught through words or actions; you need to experience it yourself."
The lecture began.
And the lectures are in rotation.
No one hides anything.
We help each other and improve together.
Later, it was time for Ming Yayin to start the lecture.
His unauthentic Mandarin was mixed with a strong Cantonese accent.
Yang Zimei stood up quickly: "Ming Yayin, the pronunciation of nine in Cantonese is dog, right?"
Ming Yayin didn't understand why, so she nodded: "Yes, Jiu is a dog."
Yang Zimei's face was solemn.
Yin Li'an looked puzzled and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Nine is a dog..."
"I remember someone saying Cantonese is the ancient Mandarin... In that case, the idiom 'love grows over time' is worth pondering!"
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“Puff!”
"Hahaha!"
There was constant laughter.
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