A Boeing 747 was slowly gliding on the runway of Jincheng Chuanzhong Airport. Before it stopped, all the leaders of the airport had lined up to greet him.

After a while, a group of four people walked out and got into a Toyota Coaster.

Start slowly and drive on the wide street.

"Brother Qi, why did you suddenly go to Jincheng District J?" The old man who spoke was also a little thin, his eyes opened and closed, and he shone with a cold light. You can tell at a glance that he has great strength.

"Isn't that old rival yet!"

The old man who was called "Seventh Brother" snorted and said, "I have to get a position of "Sports Training Chief Instructor" for Jincheng J District! I even use my military rank as a guarantee. There is no way, so the superiors have to ask me to investigate and give an accurate reply. I really don't know what this guy is doing. His position is stipulated by the state, so how can he do things randomly? I thought it was the Song Dynasty, the chief instructor of the 800,000 imperial guards..."

The old rival who called Commander Li Zhiyong before, the Qi family's seventh brother!

Unexpectedly, he came by plane.

"Cheng Yuanhe in J District, Jincheng is the youngest among the thirteenth generation of Xingyi Sect and has good talent. He reached the peak of Huajin at a young age. He met him before. He was strong and wandered around his whole body. If nothing unexpected happens, he will break through within five years. In short, this year is exactly the fifth year!"

The thin old man smiled slightly: "It's not that he has broken through to the master. You have to be the chief instructor! The master is not weak, but he should also know that breaking through just now is nothing. There is no need to be too out of line. Instead, it will easily attract other people's disgust."

"It's not him, the one who reported it was a name I had never heard of!" Shaking his head, the seventh brother of Qi took out the paper and looked at it, "I'm... Yang Yuan!"

"Yang Yuan?" The thin old man frowned: "There are 41 masters in China in total. I almost know them all. I have never heard of this name? Brother Qi, can you show me the information?"

The seventh brother of Qi's family handed over the information.

Looking down, the thin old man couldn't help but be stunned: "Born on October 28, 2012? I'm not yet 22 years old? This can't be the master! What is Commander Li going to do?"

"This is also the doubts above, so I ordered me to come and investigate..."

The seventh brother of Qi family shook his head: "You will know when you see it. After a while, when you arrive at the place, you will hope that Mr. Qu can take a test! See who is the sacred person, who can make Li Zhiyong, who can't hold his braids, do such an irrational thing."

"Don't worry, Brother Seven!" Mr. Qu nodded.

Qu Fuming, an old master of Tiezhimen, has been in the Grandmaster realm for less than fifteen years.

He is seventy-six years old this year, but it looks no different from being in his early fifties.

The Qi family's seventh brother's personal bodyguard is specially designed to protect members of the zy leadership group. Cheng Yuanhe is just a pediatric department in front of him.

An hour later, I arrived at the compound of J District, took out my ID and passed by soon.

"Don't inform Li Zhiyong for now. Let's get off here. I want to see what the hell is this guy!"

After waved his hand, Brother Qi's seventh brother stopped the soldiers who were receiving him.

Since it is an investigation, things on the surface cannot be seen, otherwise they will be easily taken into the ditch.

So, this time, he came here without notifying anyone. The airport leader received the news in advance and was scolded by him.

Following the newly repaired asphalt road in Area J, slowly moving forward, and then a slap sound was heard.

Hey ha! Hey ha!

"It's time to go and train?"

Frowning in confusion, Brother Qi's seventh brother walked around a corner, and then saw a young man standing in the training ground not far away, constantly hammering the sandbags.

Every time the sandbag swayed violently, and several times in a row, a crack appeared, and the things inside spilled out.

"The body has been developed to its limit and is about to reach Mingjin... This should be from the Flame Squadron!"

Seeing such strength, Qu Fuming couldn't help but nod.

"The limit of physical development? Mingjin?"

He didn't know much about the division of martial arts, so Brother Qi's seventh brother looked over in confusion.

"Practitioners like us practice strength day after day to sharpen their physical body. With high talent, the power in their bodies can break through the shackles and open the shackles of their bodies. When the physical body is developed to its limit, each punch will have hundreds of kilograms of strength!"

Qu Fuming pointed forward and introduced: "Look at this young man, every punch can control his strength and pour it upward from his calf. Although the movements are not good-looking, the sandbag can't bear it every time he goes down. This is... the performance of Mingjin! As far as I know, the only one who can do this in Jincheng J District is the Flame Squadron led by Cheng Yuanhe."

Suddenly, Brother Qi's seventh brother was a little curious: "Is this state easy to achieve?"

"Of course it's not easy!"

With solemnity in his eyes, Qu Fuming explained: "If you want to cultivate to this level, you need at least three necessary conditions. First, your roots and bones are excellent and your muscle type is very good. In other words, talent is the most important. Only one such person can appear in one thousand people according to the population ratio of our country."

"Second, you must have a high understanding and be able to understand the methods of cultivation, and you will not make any mistakes! This requirement is even higher, and it may take two thousand people to produce one."

"As for the third thing, it is to persevere! If you want to reach the limit of your body, you must pay more than normal human suffering. If you don't advance, you will retreat. If you have been in a ten-year cold and heat, you will always persist. Otherwise, it will be difficult to maintain your state, let alone break through! This does not require qualifications, and there is no so-called proportion. Everyone can do it, but... it seems the easiest, but it is the most difficult to do."

"Ten years of cold and heat?" The seventh brother of Qi's family looked solemn: "In this way, this person should have been practicing for a long time?"

"That's natural. Without more than ten years of hard work and guidance from famous teachers, it's impossible to do this. Even with my talent, it took me a full seven years to succeed!"

Qu Fuming smiled and said, "Ten years of hard work, becoming a member of the Flame Squadron, is worth it..."

"That's true!"

The Qi family's seventh brother nodded.

The Flame Squadron, the Wolf Warrior Squadron and the Canglong Squadron, are each of the special forces in the special forces. If you can become one of them, you can definitely be considered as the glorious ancestor.

"Call him over, I want to ask him..."

After sighing, the seventh brother of Qi family waved his hand.

The secretary behind him nodded and hurried over. It was not long. The soldier who hammered the sandbag came to the front with a nervous look on his face, as if he wanted to cry: "Chief, don't be angry. I just had a itchy skill for a while and couldn't hold it. I punched the sandbag a few times, and then I'll go to work..."

"Angry, what's there to be angry about me? I like training and work hard to train, which is a good soldier!" Unexpectedly, he was so panicked. Brother Qi's seventh brother asked with a kind look on his face: "How many of your Flame Squadron and you have the same strength? Instructor Cheng, where are you now?"

"Fire Flame Squadron?" The soldier was stunned: "I'm not the Flame Squadron..."

"No?" After a look at each other, the Qi family's seventh brother and Qu Fuming were both confused.

"I am from the kitchen team. I just cleaned the underground road and got some farm fertilizer. I accidentally saw this and my hands were itchy. Come and try..."

The soldier's face turned red and seemed to be shy about trying to get into the cracks in the ground.

"Cooking class? Farmhouse fertilizer?"

With wide eyes, Qu Fuming was about to ask, when he met the guy in front of him. He had already taken two buckets from one side of the training ground, and the inside was smelly and full of natural fertilizer.

In area j, some self-farming will be opened separately, which only uses farm fertilizer and no chemical fertilizers or pesticides. Some ace special forces will be given to better maintain physical fitness.

Covering his nose, the two of them were a little dazed.

If you can choose this, it seems... it is really a kitchen squadron, not a flame squadron...

But... the kitchen team does not participate in the battle, it belongs to the logistics staff...

"Nonshu, such a genius in cultivation and such a powerful person, is so nonsense in the kitchen class!" The seventh brother of Qi's family looked ashen.

I have this kind of strength at such an age. In other areas J, which one is not a treasure in my palm. I am afraid of falling when I hold it, and I am afraid of melting when I hold it...

Li Zhiyong was so sad that he actually asked him to pick up feces...

It's so wasteful!

"Don't worry, if I didn't see it, it would be fine. Since I saw it, I will definitely not let you bury it! I will tell Commander Li now and let him take you to the Flame Squadron..."

With a big hand, the seventh brother of the Qi family said angrily.

Qu Fuming just said that it was so difficult and ten years of hard work have achieved this. He did not work hard for the country well, but did this kind of work here...

Too much bullying!

"Fire Flame Squadron? I... don't have the qualification..." Unexpectedly, the leader was so excited, and the soldiers were full of embarrassment.

"Why are you not qualified? You are so strong?"

The Qi family’s seventh brother said.

The soldier was stunned, and his face turned red because he was shy: "Leader, stop joking, I... in our kitchen team, I am the weakest, nothing, I am as weak as mud on the soles of my feet, a batch of garbage!"

“???”

The seventh brother of the Qi family and Qu Fuming were all confused.

(Laoya, who is as humble as mud as his feet, knelt on the ground and asked for recommendation votes. Can you give it?)
Chapter completed!