On this point, Lao Li and Principal Sun didn't know whether they had forgotten it or not mentioned it.

The two went astray.

"What's wrong?"

The man with glasses noticed the expressions of the two people and couldn't help but ask;

"No, it's nothing!"

The man with glasses didn't care and said, "You can call me Teacher Zhu Yao. I will give you guidance for two weeks, and then you can start the mission."

"This..." Fang Qingyun hesitated: "Teacher Zhu Yao, is two weeks too short?"

"short?"

Zhu Yao and the middle-aged man laughed.

"Pure warrior universities and military academies all admit true warriors. Among them, Northwest University's admissions are more stringent. It can be said that it is the elite among warriors. For you, I will give you two weeks to adapt. Do you think it is short?"

"Besides, you don't need to be too nervous. We will arrange tasks for you, but we won't let you die. Don't think that the tasks of the Northwest Military Academy are so scary."

"All right!"

The two were helpless.

Do they still have a choice?

From the moment they were spotted by the Snake King, they no longer had the right to choose.

…

In the wilderness, a group of half-monsters were pushing several cars forward, laughing loudly from time to time.

The car was full of meat, including large beasts, small animals, and a human corpse.

They are all the food of the half-demon tribe!

Two hundred meters away from them, a pair of eyes was staring at them.

Fang Qingyun huddled himself under a dead tree, his body covered with weeds.

He stared at the half-demon tribe, his lips twitching.

"Zhao Junhong, have you seen it?"

"You see it, let's act!"

Zhao Junhong's voice sounded in Fang Qingyun's ears.

"Zizzizi!"

Fang Qingyun's spiritual energy flowed towards the large sniper rifle in his hand.

Soon, a psychic bullet was formed in the barrel of the gun.

"boom!"

A bullet flew out and instantly penetrated the head of a half-demon.

"boom!!"

A figure appeared in the distance, his body burning with dense spiritual energy.

Like the god of war, he took steps and rushed towards the half-demon tribe.

There was a terrible aura surrounding him.

No match!

"Enemy attack!"

"Human race?"

The half-demon tribe made strange noises, picked up weapons from the car, and launched a counterattack against the approaching figures.

"boom!"

Gunshots rang out in the void.

Another half-demon was shot in the head.

"Be careful, there is a sniper in the dark!"

The half-demon tribe was nervous.

They stared at the direction of the bullet, hoping to find that person.

At this time, the charging figure had already arrived in front of him.

"cut!"

Zhao Junhong let out a loud shout and slashed down the blood-stained sword in his hand.

"Roar!"

The half-demon tribe that met Zhao Junhong let out a loud roar and raised the iron rod in his hand.

"Zi!"

With a crisp sound, the iron rod in the half-demon's hand was cut into two pieces.

The half-demon's eyes widened, and just as he was about to speak, his expression suddenly became extremely strange.

His body slowly split from the middle and became two halves.

"Ouch!"

The other half-demon tribe were angered.

After smelling the blood of their clansmen, they became violent and rushed toward Zhao Junhong even more crazily.

"boom!"

Another bullet flew.

A half-demon clan's heavenly spirit cap was blown away.

"Boom!!"

The knife in Zhao Junhong's hand was aimed at a half-demon clan, and he cut it down hard regardless of whether he blocked it or not.

In an instant, another dead soul appeared on the sharp blood-stained sword.

In the blink of an eye, only three of the group of half-demon clans were left.

The three half-demon tribe looked at their dead companions, roared, and at the same time launched an attack on Zhao Junhong.

Facing three attacks, Zhao Junhong finally chose to retreat.

He exerted force on his feet, like a spring, and moved backwards.

Before leaving, he did not forget to smile at the half-demon clan and said: "Farewell."

"boom!"

"boom!"

Two shots were fired in succession, and the two half-demon clansmen were killed.

Then, Fang Qingyun slowly stood up and walked towards the motorcade.

There is only one half-demon clan left, who cannot be Zhao Junhong's opponent.

Half-demon clan, up to second-level warriors, Zhao Junhong, a third-level warrior, is not afraid either.

When Fang Qingyun approached, Zhao Junhong had already cut off the half-demon's head.

Looking at several carts of flesh and blood, Zhao Junhong said: "The old rule is that the human corpses are buried on the spot, and the corpses of other beasts are taken back to be beaten and sacrificed."

"good!"

Fang Qingyun nodded, and the two of them dug a hole on the spot, buried the human body, filled it with soil, dragged several carts of flesh and blood, and returned to the Northwest Military Academy without looking back.

When the two arrived at the school gate, a middle-aged man with glasses and a serious face was already waiting.

"Teacher Pig Demon, the mission is completed."

Zhu Yao pushed up his glasses and said calmly: "Fang Qingyun, every time you call me, I feel offended."

Fang Qingyun blinked: "Is there anything wrong with my shouting? We are all so familiar now, you don't want to cheat my points, right?"

"Yes, Teacher Zhuyao, I also think you have evil intentions." Zhao Junhong also blinked.

Zhu Yao glanced at the two of them and walked towards several cars.

Staring at the cars of flesh and blood, he frowned slightly.

Fang Qingyun asked curiously: "What's wrong?"

"The enemy opposite us, the demon among demons, has been too active recently." Zhu Yao murmured: "Hasn't the largest demon clan in this area been cleared away?"

The demon clan is not a race, but is divided into demon clan and demon clan.

The relationship between the two tribes is not good, and they are even life-and-death enemies.
To be continued...