Peerless Pill God

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Dozens of tall inner court sparring grounds stood in front of Qin Sheng. The large buildings were black and faintly dark red. Every year, a lot of sparring targets were killed here. .

Looking at it from afar, the towering sparring ground is like a giant dormant crouching in the chaotic grave mountain, which makes people scared.

If you are an ordinary student in a foreign institute, it is estimated that you really dare not approach the training ground alone.

As a live sparring target, Qin Sheng was naturally not qualified to enter the sparring ground from the main entrance like other students in the courtyard.

Qin Sheng's complexion was slightly frozen, and under the guidance of the staff, he walked into the sparring ground in the secret door.

The dark door was very remote, and a lot of weeds grew around it. When Qin Sheng stepped into the dark door, he suddenly felt that the temperature had plummeted by a dozen degrees, and felt that he had directly entered winter from summer.

What makes Qin Sheng feel the most incredible is that the cohesion of this sparring place is actually comparable to the chaotic graves in the Moyuan mining area.

"It seems that the number of sparring targets that have died in recent years is definitely a lot."

Qin Sheng's face was somber, he murmured.

Soon, Qin Sheng came to an office. An old man with pale hair and chapped skin looked at Qin Sheng in surprise.

This is the law enforcement elder who manages the training court of the inner court. He unscrupulously observed Qin Sheng, and his turbid eyes flashed with two taunts, and Shen said, "Are you sure you want to become a trainer?"

The so-called sparrers are actually living targets, standing in the courtyard for the martial arts students to practice. Good luck, but just a little skin trauma, bad luck, broken hands and feet, if you meet insignificant students in the courtyard, it will be **** mold, and you will be killed a little accidentally ...

Even if you have good luck, you can resist for a few days. If you make a living target with five injuries and seven injuries, even if you earn a lot of Yuanjing, few will end well.

Law enforcement elders are used to a lot of casual repairs who want to come and make quick money every year, and some are desperate, anyway, for various reasons, their sole purpose is to earn the most Yuanjing in the shortest time.

And the speed of making live targets is surprisingly fast.

Qin Sheng nodded heavily under the gaze of the law enforcement elders.

Not to mention that Qin Sheng is not a trainer for being punished. Even if he is not punished, he must make money as soon as possible and get through the pulse!

Last night I ate 100,000 yuan of crystals, but Yuanmai didn't get through.

Qin Sheng's earning heart was really impatient.

Without Yuanjing, the speed of Tongmai naturally slows down greatly. As a trainer, you can not only earn Yuanjing, but also get through the pulse by being beaten.

It's simply killing two birds with one stone.

Thinking of this, Qin Sheng's eyes suddenly released two can't wait for the light.

The law enforcement veteran smiled coldly. With such an impatient look, he had seen a lot every year, and basically few of them had a good end.

The more greedy, the faster you die!

The law enforcement old man seemed to treat the deceased with a glance at Qin Sheng, and threw a piece of parchment to Qin Sheng.

"After signing the life and death contract, you can become a sparrer and become a sparrer. You can take at least one sparring every day, and you can quit after seven games!"

"You don't have any sparring experience. You start with a black iron sparring, one sparring, 300 yuan, and you can be promoted to bronze sparring after seven successful sparring sessions."

"To sign the life and death contract, you have a signature fee of one thousand yuan."

Hearing that Qin Sheng could not help showing a little surprised look.

There are 300 yuan crystals in a sparring session? And there is a signature fee?

A low-level warrior with three pulses earns only a few hundred yuan a year. There is a year of income for low-level martial arts during a sparring session here.

"Hey, as a trainer, the money comes fast!"

Qin Sheng's eyes were faintly excited and looking forward.

The law enforcement veteran read the rules indifferently, saying, "If there is no other question, then sign a contract."

Qin Sheng glanced at the so-called life and death contract and signed his name directly.

The law enforcement old man put away the life and death contract and threw a piece of token to Qin Sheng.

Qin Sheng took the token and glanced at it.

The token is engraved with information about Qin Sheng.

Trainer: Qin Sheng

Sparring Level: Black Iron

Sparring sessions: 0

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