Chapter 6

Outside the temple.

Jiang Ding didn't choose the main road and found a bush to drill into.

Although there were nearly a hundred people, they were very small in the huge range of five kilometers in radius. They walked a distance and missed these people.

Their encirclement route did not change.

"The target is not me!"

Jiang Ding felt relieved, but decided to continue to stay away.

He noticed that these people were divided into eight or nine small teams, each with a fierce hunting dog, seemingly tracking something, so it is better not to get close to cause misunderstanding.

Whoo~ Whoo...

"You have to consider your body." Jiang Ding couldn't help but say: "Stay up late every day, and your rest and exercise are insufficient. How can your martial arts cultivation improve at this rate?"

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"On the battlefield, there are no pistols or submachine guns. These toys can't even break the defense of immortal cultivators!"

"Why attack me?"

The giant in his mind was divided into lines. How the force was dispersed and gathered in it, how much force each muscle bore, and how much force should be used to make the whole machine eliminate external force to the greatest extent.

"The first two sessions are firearms?" Jiang Ding put down his schoolbag and said casually.

"Now, take the gun, one for each, two chains of bullets, one drone."

From childhood to adulthood, teachers pointed out, classmates competed, even if there was unhappiness on weekdays, they were all thinking about deliberately beating them up, never this kind of coldness where they had to separate life and death when they met.

Internal Qi Realm warrior! But compared to classmates, the other party's internal force is very weak, less than one-third of the strength.

Ten minutes later, the team began to disconnect.

Li Junhao shook his head.

Zhang Dingjun lifted a piece of thick camouflage cloth.

"Yes!"

The students in class automatically avoided to both sides.

"Why?"

"Report!"

"Since it's a misunderstanding, then forget it." Jiang Ding's face changed.

Jiang Ding whispered.

"Disperse, raise the gun." Zhang Dingjun said again.

A branch was dropped and landed beside her.

The use of heavy machine guns is on the large-scale battlefield! Infantry spiritual particle radar detects enemies, heavy artillery bombards them in advance, and dense barrage shooting—this is the combat method for facing immortal cultivators.

The routes of those men in black changed again and again, basically following the woman's route. During the chase, they quickly disappeared from the drone observation perspective.

"How is it possible? You are clearly not an Internal Qi Realm warrior!" The other party spat blood and said in disbelief.

Zhang Dingjun picked up the heavy machine gun weighing more than two hundred jin with one hand and pulled the bolt casually: "The only partner you can rely on for military service and college entrance exams in the future is this."

In front of them was a middle-aged man as strong as a bear. Just standing there, there was an invisible power.

There was no thought of letting the drone follow and track.

Jiang Ding gripped the sword, walked forward slowly, his tailbone trembled, and a trace of killing intent permeated uncontrollably.

Don't talk about Qi Refining Level 9, even Level 1 or 2, learning an optical stealth spell, rushing in and using a fireball spell at will can kill pieces of warriors.

Jiang Ding changed clothes rapidly.

This guy had dark circles under his eyes and a pale face. At a glance, he knew that he had been staying up late studying until at least two or three o'clock.

"First team, set off."

Glancing left and right secretly, everyone carried heavy machine guns and ammunition, standing straight, silent.

Jiang Ding knew it wasn't that simple.

Sun Xiao, an Internal Qi Realm warrior, saluted and ran out of the classroom first. Others followed from all over the classroom, totaling six people, forming a straight line.

"Two martial arts, practicing to minor accomplishment is a qualified Immortal Sect soldier, it's that simple."

Zhang Dingjun paused:

The mountain wind whistled, and there was a trace of fine piercing sound.

Coupled with the fact that partial-subject students who can get into the Daoist Department have some skills, solving the aptitude problem, they can grow rapidly.

She didn't doubt it, because the strange person in front of her had strength that almost crushed her at this time. If it were an enemy, why bother?

Zhang Dingjun's voice was low.

Swallow-1, together with the box, is the size of a basketball, has a hook, is buckled to the waist, and returns to the team to stand still. The whole process takes seven seconds.

Simple furnishings, traffic like weaving outside the house, neon lights flickering.

"Yes! Instructor!"

The running movement of the classmates beside him had deformed.

Swish! Thirty-two third-year high school students stood up neatly, like nails.

"These people are really chasing her."

Jiang Ding ran for several kilometers, climbed over mountains and ridges, and finally hid in the crown of a big tree.

"If it can hit the shield of a Foundation Establishment immortal cultivator, it can also consume a little of their magic power."

Their pace is not fast, and the frequency is not high, just like a walk, and not a drop of sweat is seen flowing out.

There will be no danger. The Immortal Sect has spells and professional treatment methods. It's just that knee joint swelling and bleeding, and having to use crutches for a few days is unavoidable.

Jiang Ding silently visualized a mountain peak falling from the sky into the giant's arms. The huge gravity struck and was dispersed to all parts of the giant's limbs, and finally merged into the earth with his legs, taking root here.

"The first two sessions are also about the same." Li Junhao changed into a decent camouflage uniform and wore a bulletproof panoramic helmet. His thin body added a touch of heroism: "Zhang Dingjun is retired from the army. Being late for one second has serious consequences."

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Practice sword for a while, wait for Mom and Jiang Yuan to come back, the family talked for a while, and at eleven o'clock in the evening, Jiang Ding fell asleep on time.

When arriving at the classroom, the iron cabinet had been unlocked, and many classmates were changing into military green camouflage uniforms.

"I suggest you check what tracking means you have been put on, and you can consider fleeing to this side."

Ding-a-ling ding-a-ling...

Through the drone, he knew that there was a river in that direction, maybe there was a way to live.

Jiang Ding walked forward quickly, picked up the 89-type heavy machine gun and carried it on his back. The weight of 125 kilograms made his footsteps sink, and then he picked up two chains of bullets and crossed them on his chest, each with one hundred bullets.

Li Junhao was undoubtedly at the bottom.

"Tier 1 military formation: Swift Wind Formation."

In the drone perspective.

Classmates followed one after another. Li Junhao connected to Jiang Ding's communication, panting slightly, and said enviously: "These guys really don't act like people."

"Young Master! It's my family's fault. I mistook you for someone chasing me!" The woman's skin was snow-white, with baby fat on her face, her appearance was cute, and she was about 1.5 meters tall.

The sword unsheathed, slashing obliquely into a regular arc, blocked by a snow-white sharp sword halfway, making a sharp sound.

Jiang Ding looked back, and class monitor Hua Bing led two pure Qi Refining small teams of fourteen people to catch up easily.

Qi Refining Level 9 immortal cultivators will avoid, hide, and hide as long as they are not as stupid as pigs. Passing through five kilometers and hitting them with spiritual sense is not very easy.

He dared to be sure that the target of these men in black was this woman. He didn't want to get entangled too much, turned and left, leaving a sentence.

Jiang Ding entered the line, still behind Li Hu. The third small team was the sequence designated by the teacher for them.

"89-type heavy machine gun, manufactured by n2702 magic-breaking alloy, the barrel is engraved with semi-magic weapon runes, Falcon-1 sight, caliber 12.5mm, total length 2140mm, theoretical rate of fire 600 per minute, theoretical range 5 kilometers, can shoot through the conventional shield of Qi Refining Level 9 immortal cultivators at this distance."

Sunlight shone, metal reflected light, heavy machine guns more than two meters long stood on the ground, beside them were piles of ammunition boxes, and the heavy smell of gun oil spread.

Li Junhao's face was bitter.

On the podium, class monitor Hua Bing was heroic and said loudly.

After five or six minutes, Li Junhao, panting, arrived late, weakly saying: "Report!"

Civilian drones are too unreliable!

"Yes!"

"Accelerate, twenty kilometers!"

Ding-a-ling!

"Yes, instructor!"

In the room, Jiang Ding opened his eyes.

Third team leader Li Hu roared in the team channel.

Online shopping for the same style, can be bulletproof, can change color, can be deformed, but this is a public teaching aid for the school and cannot be brought out of the school, and must be returned after graduation.

"You guys move freely." Zhang Dingjun looked at Hua Bing and other Qi Refining cultivators.

Jiang Ding's footsteps paused.

As long as you can get into the Daoist Department, there will be high-level cultivators specially refining rare spirit pills for such partial-subject students. Not to mention becoming a genius in one step, at least it will be better than most people's martial arts aptitude.

"Sigh, then what she said should be true." Jiang Ding sighed, his compassion arose.

Everyone separated rapidly, spaced more than ten meters apart, raised their guns with both hands, pointed obliquely at the sky, and their legs were in a bow stance.

But the speed was fast, much faster than him. After a while, they surpassed their team and disappeared in front of everyone soon.

Jiang Ding was still approaching step by step.

"Third team..."

"Yes!"

"My name is Gong Caiyu, a disciple of the Seven Profound Sect. The Gold Knife Sect destroyed my sect, killed my whole family, and I reacted excessively for a while. Please forgive me, Young Master!" There were tears in her eyes, her hands were folded, and she pleaded.

Jogging out of the teaching area with high-rise buildings, grass, miscellaneous trees, and sand began to appear on the ground, and there were few people on both sides. There is often live ammunition shooting here, which is a semi-military exercise area. "One two one..."

Collapsed at the first touch! Although he had injuries on his body, he had internal strength. Even a Body Refinement warrior with heaven-given divine power should be killed in seconds, which violates common sense.

"Thank you, Young Master!" Gong Caiyu said gratefully, staggering away.

The heart that had been tight relaxed.

The woman was startled, looked at the green-clothed youth in front of her, and was pleasantly surprised: "You are not from the Gold Knife Sect?"

The square began to accelerate, from jogging to running, the wind was hunting, and the formation changed from a neat square to a scattered ellipse. From a distance, dozens of people looked like one person.

"Besides, you need to practice martial arts. "Diamond Seal" and "Thousand Silk Pull". The former ensures the stability of your shooting, even if you run and shoot, your upper body is as still as Mount Tai. The latter ensures your shooting precision. One force can be divided into a thousand parts, even if separated by five thousand meters, you can still accurately shoot a squirrel."

"Yes, class monitor!"

After confirming that there was no one nearby several times, Jiang Ding left here.

"Who!"

Not far away, there were also classmates from several classes jogging forward, but they were not on the same road and soon branched off to another direction.

Large numbers of men in black with gold knives embroidered on their chests changed their routes again, surrounding this direction, and the hunting dogs barked.

"Firearm use is very simple, but wanting to shoot accurately within five thousand meters is not easy. This exceeds the visual limit of ordinary people." Zhang Dingjun pointed to the small boxes next to the ammunition boxes, "This requires the help of drones. What is issued to you is the military-grade Swallow-1."

"Second team..."

"Stand up!"

Jiang Ding panted heavily, not knowing how long he had been running wildly. In front, rows of classmates stood neatly like nails.

At 8:10, the alarm clock in Zhang Dingjun's hand rang.

The clothes were dirty, but the face and hair were very clean, which was a contrast.

A white-skirted figure flew backward, spitting blood, leaving plum blossoms on her high chest clothes.

Jiang Ding and Li Junhao hurriedly followed, running forward behind the Internal Qi Realm classmate Li Hu.

The square began to accelerate, from jogging to running, the wind was hunting, and the formation changed from a neat square to a scattered ellipse.

A wisp of breeze swept by.

Spread Sword Stance! Jiang Ding only felt a numb force strike, his arm holding the sword trembled slightly, and was quickly dispersed by the muscles quenched and completed all over his body, and he was fine for a while.

But he couldn't do anything, he was just a small Bone Refinement warrior. Being discovered by any possible local immortal cultivator might face life-and-death danger.

Clatter!

Zhang Dingjun looked at him coldly: "Forty kilometers after class, I don't care what your plans are, what your plans are, here, failing is failing!"

Li Hu and other three Internal Qi Realm classmates disappeared rapidly in the eyes of the classmates behind, followed by Bone Refinement Realm Peak warriors like Jiang Ding, and finally Muscle Refinement Realm warriors.

He had never encountered such a thing.

Whoo~ Jiang Ding exhaled lightly, relaxing his muscles. A twenty-kilometer long-distance run is nothing to him, but running wildly at such a speed for twenty kilometers is also a great burden for him.

After waiting for a while, at 7:50, the pre-class bell rang.

"Enter."

Jiang Ding looked left and right, Li Junhao hadn't arrived yet.

"You don't understand, my martial arts aptitude is too poor, the only way is in cultural subjects."

"Twenty minutes."

Zhang Dingjun left a sentence and walked to Hua Bing and other Qi Refining classmates, and there were faint sounds coming from there.

"Three basic spells of the Qi Refining Realm, electromagnetic wave induction method, attachment spell, spirit control spell, you..."

Soon after, there was the roar of the tank starting, and one 59-type tank after another drove toward the distance.

(End of this chapter)