Your skills are excellent, and now I have them too.

Chapter 67 is not a challenge, I'm going to torture him.

Although Xin Li said that those who fight on the battlefield don't really care about the distinction between the Sword Sect and the Qi Sect, there is one special case.

Once people discover that a martial arts practitioner is behaving strangely, to the point of being inexplicable, they will involuntarily label him as a "follower of the Qi Sect".

"He must be doing those strange things to master special skills."

Otherwise? Pure Jiahao?

Therefore, in the eyes of many veterans, Neishi Xiangyang was a follower of the Qi Sect because he was always wandering around.

As the captain, he constantly wandered around this Kun-class transport ship, and many people had seen him.

No one knows why he likes to wander around so much, so we can only assume that he wants to learn special skills through wandering.

Perhaps it's based on the principle that free-range chickens taste better than factory-farmed chickens.

Don't ask why this principle helps in mastering special skills. There's no logic to it. Historically, there have even been people who mastered special skills after having diarrhea for three consecutive days.

This is also why the Qi sect seeks emptiness; they simply don't know where to go to put things into practice.

In short, at dawn, Captain Naishi Xiangyang once again walked on the edge of the eastern district.

He was wearing wireless headphones, from which came the sounds of gongs and drums from his hometown opera.

The headphones were of poor quality; they were a birthday gift from my youngest son when he was in high school a few years ago. They had stopped working, but I happened to run into Wang Zhao on the boat and had him fix them so they could work again.

He strolled over to the edge of the deserted training ground while listening to the opera, wanting to see if the talented recruit he had seen a few days ago was still there. When he looked up, his pupils dilated.

As he took off his headphones, he quickly ran towards the center of the field.

Lu Zhao was lying motionless on the makeshift training ground, looking as if he had passed away.

"Hey you! What's wrong with you?!"

After Neishi Xiangyang rushed over, he immediately tried to turn him over, while simultaneously pressing on the carotid artery on his neck.

Just then, Lu Zhao suddenly opened his eyes, braced himself on the ground, and slid to the side with a strange movement, like a fish swimming in the air.

hum!

After taking a stand, the beam saber was deployed.

Lu Zhao's eyes were filled with murderous intent, but he was immediately embarrassed when he saw the person in front of him clearly.

"Uh, Captain Inner History, I'm sorry, I just had a dream that someone was trying to ambush me from behind. What a coincidence, it wasn't directed at you."

He put away the beam saber again.

Neishi Xiangyang was both amused and exasperated: "After practicing martial arts, you will naturally develop some sense of danger. Your body sensed someone approaching from behind, which is why it was reflected in your dream."

"I see."

Lu Zhao learned something new, but then his expression darkened. "Then why did you approach me from behind?"

"You motherfucker...you're lying on the ground, how am I supposed to approach you from another direction!" Neishi Xiangyang cursed irritably.

"Yes."

Lu Zhao scratched his head, "Sigh, I was so engrossed in practicing martial arts yesterday that I accidentally fainted."

"Oh? That movement technique you just used was the result of martial arts training?"

Neishi Xiangyang was, after all, a high-level martial artist. Although he couldn't figure out what kind of style that slippery, fish-like movement was, he could tell that it wasn't a basic martial art that new recruits had learned. In fact, he could say that it was quite sophisticated.

Lu Zhao said groggily, "Yes, I was stuck for several days. I studied it until almost dawn yesterday before I finally broke through."

Seeing that his eyelids were drooping, the cheerful boy Neishi Xiangyang said with a smile, "Alright, alright, since you've had a long night, you should go back first. You should also take care to rest while practicing martial arts."

Lu Zhao saluted and then sauntered away.

Neishi Xiangyang put his headphones back on and couldn't help but sigh, "There's no such thing as a genius. It's all about hard work. I have to tell my second and youngest sons about this guy's story when I get back."

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Lu Zhao was awakened by the chirping of birds, though it wasn't real birdsong, but rather his phone alarm. There were no birds on the transport ship sailing on the virtual sea. He'd heard that the logistics department kept live chickens, but those were for the officers; ordinary soldiers only got frozen meat.

He rolled off his bed in the dormitory, rested for a morning, and his energy was mostly restored.

The cultivation method he learned from Zhou Changsheng could improve his sleep quality, and Lu Zhao increasingly felt the preciousness of this effect.

High-quality sleep leads to faster energy recovery, which can efficiently replenish the energy consumed when using auxiliary skills, thus indirectly increasing cultivation efficiency.

After some preparation, Lu Zhao arrived at the training ground of Shen Xianke and her group.

"There are a lot of people today."

Of the eight people with connections, six came today. It's rare for all of them to come at once, because they've been practicing for a while now, some for two or three years, others for a year or two. They've passed the initial period of rapid progress, so their enthusiasm isn't as high anymore.

Among the group, Shen Xianke had the shortest training time. She had only been training for about half a year, but she was not only highly talented but also the most diligent, training almost every day. So, naturally, she was the strongest.

In addition, although the chubby Fang Ziran is arrogant, he is also quite self-disciplined.

As for the others, to put it bluntly, Lu Zhao felt they were all worthless. They were either complacent when they saw that they were better than so many new recruits, or they were like that young lady who was squeezed out of the top eight, crying at the slightest setback. Apart from being lucky enough to be born into a wealthy family, they were useless.

"Where did you go yesterday?" Shen Xianke asked coldly.

Lu Zhao now understands her to some extent and knows that although she seems indifferent, the fact that she asked the question shows that she is already very curious.

"After seeing your special skills, I learned some new things," he answered frankly.

Shen Xianke blinked her big eyes: "Are you going to challenge him?"

She pointed at Fang Ziran with her eyes.

Lu Zhao nodded and walked towards the chubby boy who was sparring with another man in front of him, but after taking two steps, he turned back: "This isn't a challenge, I'm going to beat him up."

He raised an eyebrow, stepped forward again, intending to wait for the other party to finish, then use the ultimate move he had practiced all night to win back the bet on the Refining Pill.

The chubby boy's opponent at this moment was a bearded officer with four bars on his halberd. He was a fourth-rank officer, and if he were to command the soldiers, the highest rank he could attain would be a platoon leader, the same level as Zhang Zilian's uncle.

These people come from powerful and influential families with extensive connections; they're probably related by blood or marriage.

The two sides were practicing martial arts, and their attacks were extremely swift.

Fang Ziran has always followed a powerful and forceful approach. When he was assessing martial arts skills before, he was seeking stability within stability, but now he has become more aggressive.

With a snap, the two exchanged a single blow and then retreated.

The officer said, "Hehe, Xiao Fang, you've made great progress overnight. It seems you've already understood what I said yesterday."

Fang Ziran said with some pride, "I thought about it all night yesterday, and when I woke up this morning, I suddenly grasped the key. The essence is what you said, 'seeking progress while maintaining stability.' I am very grateful to Uncle Xu for his guidance."

He is not arrogant towards those in positions of authority; in fact, one could say he is very polite.

The two didn't rush to break up, and chatted for a long time about everyday things. Lu Zhao had no choice but to pretend to be training and coughed casually.

Fang Ziran then noticed him: "Oh, you're here? Want to try again today?"

Having succeeded in his wicked scheme, Lu Zhao immediately said, "I have successfully completed my seclusion. I'm not just testing it out. You should prepare to go back and get the Cleansing Pill."

"Wow, quite the boast."

Fang Ziran whispered a few words to the officer next to her. The officer glanced at Lu Zhao, then suddenly his expression changed drastically. He stood up abruptly and raised his hand to his eyebrows.

"Long live the Emperor!"

Lu Zhao knew that his actions were definitely not directed at him, but rather indicated that some extraordinary person had appeared behind him.