The song is full of youth, and some of the excited students are excited to sleep all night, waiting for the military camp to visit tomorrow. Can they play the ten rings when they are waiting for the day of live ammunition shooting? Children with heroes are always fantasizing about what will tomorrow be wonderful again?

At twelve o'clock, that is, at midnight, Xuan Qi did not sleep, but opened his eyes, took out a jade knife from the room, and then took out a small jade bowl. Standing in the yard, he reached out and pulled out a big turtle from the turtle pond. The jade knife flashed bright red blood and gushed out from the turtle's body, dripping, and soon dyed the entire small bowl red.

Xuan Qi used his true energy to heal the old turtle. The wound condensed under the naked eye, and then there was no scar left. The bottom of the green jade bowl was bright red. Xuan Qi took out a bottle of white wine from the room, and the 62-degree red sorghum poured into the wine bowl and scattered a strange fragrance. Xuan Qi gushed his true energy in the palm of his hand, killing all the parasites in the blood. He reached into the blood and took out a ball of parasites from it.

The old man said: "After drinking it almost sip and then meditating directly into meditation, you can nourish the essence that is gradually missing in your body."

The blood in the jade bowl drank down, and the mellow fragrance of the strong wine and the salty fishy fishyness of the turtle blood were mixed in the belly. A ball of dryness and heat melted, and then merged into the limbs. Xuan Qi felt inexplicably dryness and heat. Xuan Qi directly used the dragon transformation, and the ancestral orifices opened wide. The spiritual energy in the entire area swarmed towards Xuan Qi carefully.

I felt my eyes closed and opened. As dawned, Xuan Qi looked at the alarm clock on the table. Six hours passed. The monks of Xuanmen always felt that there was not enough time. Some were practicing in the mountains, feeling that only one day had passed, but thousands of years had passed in the world.

He stood up slowly, and the pipa around his body sounded. Xuan Qi suddenly realized that after drinking the turtle blood, his energy and spirit became obviously sufficient. During the journey of practice, the first effect was always so obvious and immediate.

After eating the two chickens that were simmered overnight, Xuan Qi packed up and stopped to meet on campus. The three buses had already parked there and got on the bus at the flight level. People who were too excited last night were all wearing two dark circles today.

The squad leader with the lowest score in Computer Class 1 was named Zhuang Xian. Sissy wore a highly myopia glass. When he removed the mirror and rubbed his eyes, his eyes were covered with blood, and he looked listless, just like a large panda.

Half the car was angry as soon as they pulled up, and the remaining half closed their eyes and started to rest. The few girls were full of energy, especially the girl named Hua Yiyi next to Xuan Qi, with dark skin, slender ponytails and a few freckles on her black face. Not only did she not make her look ugly, but she was a little more playful.

Hua Yiyi opened her big black and white eyes and had already looked Xuan Qi up and down four times. She was looking at it bit by bit for the fifth time, as if she had discovered a new continent, and exclaimed loudly: "Brother Zhuangyuan, why are your skin so good, snow-white and crystal clear, and you can't tan no matter how you are exposed to it."

Xuan Qi was speechless and whispered: "There is no way to be born."

Hua Yiyi seemed to possess her again, and she said in a flash: "Why are your eyes clear and crystal clear, not even a trace of blood?"

Xuan Qi really didn't know how to answer, so he shrugged again and said in a low voice: "There is no way, it's born." Fortunately, it's not far from Beiqing to the suburbs of Beijing. When the bus stopped and everyone was about to get off, Hua Yiyi asked the last question: "Why do you always say there is no way, it's born?"

"Because I don't know why, I have never taken care of my skin and eyes." Xuan Qi said, standing up and walking out of the car.

The originally quiet military camp gradually became noisy, with two banners on the red walls, green tiles and green trees. The military and civilians jointly built a relationship with each other and welcomed college students to the military camp. It seems that this activity has been temporarily increased, otherwise such hasty jokes would not have been made. Fortunately, they are all small problems and are harmless.

The students in the three classes were also wearing military training and directly blended with the camouflage of the military camp. The soldiers didn't talk so much nonsense, so they took the students to the shooting range. They ran along the wide yellow dirt road and ran half a kilometer before a shooting range wrapped in barbed wire appeared.

After entering the shooting range, 120 students were divided into ten groups, each with twelve, followed by an instructor. Xuan Qi was not assigned to Bai Zhanchi's name, but Su Mingxue coincidentally was divided into Bai Zhanchi's name. Xuan Qi's group was next door to Su Mingxue, and the instructor was a man with a black face.

He took out the broken-out Type 54 pistol from the table, letting the students gather around and see how he formed the gun. Long-term training, practice makes perfect, everyone saw the black-faced instructor's fingers flying, as if he was playing magic, forming a small pistol with scattered parts, then putting the drum on, pressing the safety, pulling the trigger at the target in the distance, and the sound of electronic synthesis sounded in everyone's ears: "Ten Rings." The students around were applauding.

The black-faced instructor skillfully pulled the magazine away, broke the gun into parts, patted his hands full of calluses, and smiled and said, "Actually, this is not a good deal. When I was a recruit, I spent four hours a day to form guns, so I was more familiar with it. As for shooting and hitting ten rings, it was because I fired a lot of bullets, and these were nothing."

Blackface said with a positive expression: "Now let's talk about the discipline of shooting targets. The first and most critical ones are that the gun cannot be pointed at people, even if you know that there is insurance or there is no bullet, you cannot bend at people." Blackface saw that all the students around him nodded, and said the second one: "The second one must hold the gun with both hands, with your eyes wide open, and the gun has recoil. Don't hear the recoil sound of the gun, and you will be so scared that you scream and throw the gun out. I can tell you that the gun will definitely get fire when it falls to the ground, and the bullet does not know men or women."

Blackface said loudly, "Did you understand everything?" "I understand," the students answered.

"I didn't eat in the morning and the sound was louder. Do you understand?" Black face asked again.

All the students said in unison: "I understand." The shouts were very neat.

Blackface put his head a little: "It's great, and I want to tell everyone good news." Blackface successfully lifted everyone's appetite and attracted everyone's attention, and then said loudly: "There are ten groups in total, each group selects a concentrated competition with the best results, and then selects a best results to compete with our captain. Those who win can get a tank assembled with bullet shells."

"I came and walked around so much, and finally revealed my fox's tail. Is it just to humiliate me to win over me?" Xuan Qi smelled the heavy conspiracy here, but did not expose it, quietly waiting for the subsequent changes.

"If everyone has no problem, then start." The black-faced man skillfully raised his gun again: "There are eight bullets in the Type 54 pistol magazine. You can first shoot a magazine to find the gun feeling, and then the next magazine is officially counted as the competition results."

The students' faces were full of expectations, and they were arranged in a long line according to their height. Xuan Qi stood in the fifth position and saw Hua Yiyi, the shortest, standing first, turning on the insurance under the guidance of Blackface. When the first shot was fired, Blackface was tutoring. Hua Yiyi, who was hit by the first shot, exclaimed.

Fortunately, she didn't throw the gun out. After being prepared, the black face said to Hua Yiyi: "Don't be anxious, don't panic, the gap, the target of sight, three points are in a line. Hold your breath when shooting, and your hands must not shake when buckle the board..."

With the blackface teaching Hua Yiyi finished the last seven shots, only three shots were shot on the target, one of which was lucky enough to hit ten rings, and the three were added together to only nineteen rings.

The following few people, because they were mentally prepared, were all above forty rings and rarely off-target.

Xuan Qi picked up the Type 54 pistol and felt the warmth of the gun. He aimed at the huge target in front of him. Three points were in a line. He pulled the trigger with his fingers. All eight consecutive shots of Bang Bang Bang were off the target. Such a result was surprising. If someone went to check the target, he would definitely be even more surprised. Eight bullets were brushed by the edge of the target. If it was a coincidence, it would be too coincidental. Xuan Qi seemed to have an inexplicable feeling about the gun. The bullets fired were made with a qi technique. Xuan Qi found that he could control the flight trajectory of the bullets.

The assessment officially began. Because of the experience last time, everyone was very accurate in shooting. Xuan Qi seemed to be enlightened, and the gun was like a divine helper. He was the leader with the score of the 72nd Ring Road. Xuan Qi also confirmed that there was a problem here. He shot eight more shots off the target, and the 72nd Ring Road score was becoming more and more conspiracy.

Then there was the 20th group of reunion test, and Xuan Qi scored a good score of the 74th Ring Road. You should know that the full score was only 80. The classmates around him were already shouting, and the top scholar was domineering and domineering.

The plot finally reached its climax. Bai Zhanqi stood up and looked at Xuan Qi knowingly and asked, "You are the one with the best shooting results? Let's talk about it today."

Xuan Qi did not speak, but carefully observed the surroundings. After making so many preparations, it was definitely not just to humiliate himself in shooting. Xuan Qi used Qi identification technique to the extreme, and suddenly found that something was stuffed in his gun barrel. Once the trigger was pulled, the gun would explode.

Bai Zhanqi picked up the gun in front of him and walked to the target position about three meters away from Xuanqi. He smiled and said, "Save others to say that I bully you, today I will blindfold you and compete with you." Bai Zhanqi said, and took out a black silk scarf from his pocket and covered her eyes as if she was decent.

Xuan Qi had already seen through his tricks and felt that he was hypocritical. A fury in his heart was spinning. Xuan Qi couldn't help but use a qi technique to wrap the blockage in the barrel and then transport it to Bai Pan's winged barrel. After the task was completed, Xuan Qi was a little weak, and it felt so good to treat the person's body with his own way.

The black-faced instructor didn't know what was happening in the venue and shouted loudly: "Everyone is here, prepare." Xuan Qi raised his gun, the corners of his mouth were cold. Bai Spread his wings also raised his gun, with frivolity on his mouth.

"Let's go" As the black-faced instructor gave the order, bang

The gun in Bai Panying's hand exploded, and the barrel of the gun directly broke the white winged palm. The scattered parts hit Bai Panying's face, leaving a big gap. Bai Panying's wings took off the black scarf from his eyes, looked at the bloody palm in disbelief, and murmured to himself: "How could this happen?"

Bai Zhanqi was sent to the hospital. The wound on his face could be cured, but his fingers could not be cured. The troops were blamed for all this, and the Bai family also conducted a back-review, but they got an unacceptable fact. Bai Zhanqi blocked the wrong barrel and took the wrong gun.
Chapter completed!