My Past Life Simulator

   Chapter 12 012 [Xuanjia Ruishi]

  [Basic Fist: 65/100 (Rough)]

   After fifteen punches, He Zhao ran to the kitchen panting with hunger in his stomach.

   Of course, it's not that he didn't think about continuing to increase the number of boxing exercises. When the sixteenth boxing was performed, he suddenly bleeds from his nose and mouth, which scared him to stop immediately, and since then he has not dared to practice more than the limit.

   "It would be a pity to bring in starvation, each simulation scene can only carry three talents, and the simulator should have a way to increase the number of talents that can be carried."

   muttered along the way, and came to the kitchen in a moment.

  He pushed open the door carelessly, looked around, and left with satisfaction with ten steamed buns.

the next day!

  【Basic Boxing Technique: 25/500 (Proficient). 】

  He Zhao fights fifteen punches every night. With the addition of the Son of Night, he has improved his basic punches to a proficient level in just two days. However, if you want to take it to the next level, it has skyrocketed to 500 times!

   In other words, it takes him eight days to improve his boxing skills to the next level.

   A normal person can do it three times a day, regardless of physical damage, he can do it five times a day, plus the all-round triple enhancement of the Night Child, fifteen times a day is not a problem, if there is more, the body really can't stand it.

  Five times of boxing during the day, for the sake of physical consideration, temporarily give up.

   After all, there are still more than 170 days, and He Zhao didn't want to play dead and send a few, which caused the score to plummet.

  In the last day, new instructors have appeared one after another, teaching infantry drills, swordsmanship, archery, shields, and battle formations. The 5,000 recruits are in a hurry, and they all wish their parents would give them eight hands.

   The amount of self-defense training and subjects increased, and the gap between genius and mediocrity suddenly widened.

   Let all the good seedlings be exposed to the eyes of the coaches.

   As for He Zhao, he is very famous. He is a famous training madman among the recruits in Xuandu, and some people call him the Suffering King.

   Day 5 of the camp!

  【Basic Fist: 205/500 (Proficient)】

  【Basic sword technique: 60/500 (skilled)】

  [Basic Archery: 120/500 (Proficient)]

  [Basic shield: 75/100 (rough)]

  [Basic battle formation: 85/100 (rough)]

  If it wasn't for the Son of Night, He Zhao would never have reached this level no matter how hard he could endure.

   He trains every day until the second half of the night, relying on his strong talent, it only takes two hours to replenish his tired body and spirit.

  The sword technique and the archery technique are relatively simple. The former can be practiced continuously, ten times a day, and the proficiency level is forty per day. The latter is a bit difficult, pull the bow down and hit the heart with all your strength, and increase your proficiency by four points.

  On the first day, the surnamed He drew twenty bows, but the surprising result was that he only hit the bullseye once, and his arm was sore that he could not draw the bow. Later, he put his archery training directly at night, and the success rate skyrocketed.

  Nightborn's talent makes his eyesight stronger than that in the daytime. If a bullseye is 100 meters away in the daytime, it is similar to a coin in his eyes. At the same distance when night falls, the bullseye is as big as a slap in its eyes!

   As a result, the hit rate skyrocketed.

  Basic shields and basic battle formations are not due to He Zhao's lack of effort, let alone neglect.

   The two require the cooperation of teammates to improve slightly.

  The shield must be blocked in time when the enemy is attacking, in order to gain a little proficiency. The battle formation requires the cooperation of five or ten people. During the period, no one made a mistake. After a drill, only a little proficiency was given.

   When practicing battle formations, if you are lucky, you can get seven or eight points a day. Luck is a little bit worse, he can burn high incense if he can give two points a day.

   On the sixth day, the next day dawned.

  He Zhao found the instructor who was in charge of teaching boxing techniques and gave the opponent a set of lightning five basic boxing techniques on the spot.

   "Clap clap clap!"

   The instructor clapped his hands with great satisfaction. He gave He Zhao half a month, but after only six days, he became proficient in boxing. This is a talent.

   "Wait a minute to pack up and follow me to the elite camp." The instructor patted his shoulder and said.

   "Elite Camp?"

   A look of doubt appeared on He Zhao's face, and the cavalry captain seemed to have mentioned it.

   "The so-called elite battalion is the reserve of the Xuanjia warriors. As long as they are not eliminated within half a year, they are directly promoted to the Xuanjia warriors, and the treatment is twice as high as that of the ordinary Xuandu army.

   Even if you are brushed off halfway and return to the new army of Xuandu, there is a high probability of being promoted to captain. So you kid must cherish this hard-won opportunity.

   In addition, be careful after entering the camp, there are many noble children who go in through the back door, all of them are arrogant and show their power all day long. Endure him for half a year, and most of the waste will be kicked away after half a year.

   That's all, come with me. "

The voice of    fell, and the instructor left.

  He Zhao followed closely, and countless people stared at his back with envy, which was appreciated by Shangguan.

   packed up some sundries, and the two came to the so-called elite camp one after the other.

"What's wrong with being a dog for me? My father is a hereditary earl, who do you show a cold face every day? Brothers, take off his pants for me and hang it on the flagpole. I look at this fellow What face is there to stay in the elite camp!"

   The two of them had just walked to the barracks when they heard yelling and scolding from inside.

   "What are you doing?!"

   The boxing instructor hurried in and shouted angrily at the people in the room.

   He Zhao followed behind, swept his eyes, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

   Captain of the Cavalry!

   I saw that this guy was pressed by a group of people, and two people's hands were clinging to his waist, obviously preparing to unbutton the waistband of his trousers.

   "Master Wu, why are you here? It's not that the brothers are bored, it's just a joke." The face of the son of the hereditary earl changed, and he interrupted.

   "Be honest with Lao Tzu. Next time, let me see you bullying people, hanging up and whipping one by one." The martial arts instructor gave a cold snort and warned, then he stepped aside to reveal He Zhao who was behind him.

   "This is a new recruit who has just entered the camp. Tell him about the rules of the elite camp. Remember what I said earlier, otherwise don't blame the whip in our hand for not recognizing anyone."

   After closing, the martial arts instructor turned around and left.

   "Let him go." The earl's son was sloppy and waved at his subordinates with no interest. The cavalry captain said nothing and sat on his bed.

   "The newcomer, is there anything good to honor us?" Along with the words of this noble son, there were six or seven people smiling. They were cleaned up a lot when they entered the camp, and now they can finally become the perpetrators.

   "What about me, I don't like trouble. The well water between us doesn't make the river water, hello me and everyone, how about it?" He Zhao said without any scruples facing the unscrupulous eyes of several people.

   "Yo, you dare to follow me"

  Xun Gui's children finished speaking, and He Zhao violently burst out.

   The right arm was charged for a short time, and it pressed hard against the opponent's chin from top to bottom.

"boom!"

   "Click!"

   (end of this chapter)