After the five intermediate warriors left, the atmosphere in the attic instantly became lively.

After all, even if these people just did nothing, the momentum of the mid-level warriors was there, so no one dared to say anything.

"That person just now is our senior?"

Xin Menglei, who breathed a sigh of relief, pressed her shoulder against Chen Jing and asked curiously.

"Well, he should be a junior or senior senior brother." Chen Jing replied.

"It's amazing! He has broken through to the fourth level of martial arts at such a young age. I think this senior brother is also a famous figure in the school."

Xin Menglei said with envy and yearning.

While listening to her, Chen Jing also did not forget to collect information about the chats of people around her.

From their exchange, he learned that the five people just now were from the "Night Harvest" special forces.

The "Ye Bu Shu" were an elite sentinel team in the frontier army of the ancient Ming Dynasty. Their duties and functions were similar to those of modern scouts.

The same goes for the modern "Ye Bu Shu" to which these five people belong.

As the elite among the elite of the military region, the minimum requirement for its members is a fourth-level warrior.

What they are responsible for is dangerous and unusual intelligence exploration and real-time extermination missions outside the Great Wall.

There are even times when going deep into the cracks in the world means exploring another world.

It can be said that he is the most dangerous person in the entire Moling defense line.

Only the truly elite and strong can take on this important task.

"Let's go, it's time."

Withdrawing his attention, Chen Jing patted Xin Menglei and walked outside the house.

The rain is still pouring.

Chen Jing held on to the solid wall and looked beyond the Great Wall.

There, there is a small team, silently staying away from civilization and guarding it.

Seven days go by in a blink of an eye.

When Chen Jing and his party returned to school, they found that the school was indescribably lively than usual.

The freshmen and sophomores who were usually busy practicing and busy with their tasks seemed to have returned home. The entire campus was full of them, and the topics they talked about were the North-South competition and the school selection competition.

Obviously, the warm-up for this event has been done quite well.

Many people are gearing up and eager to get a good ranking for themselves and the school.

Even those juniors and seniors who are not within the selection range and usually see the beginning but not the end, are now taking time to prepare to witness the results of this North-South Competition.

At this moment, the Jiangnan Military Academy was like a burning oven, boiling extremely fiercely.

Not long after Chen Jing returned to school, her tutor came to her door and asked if she wanted to sign up for the selection.

Of course he nodded in agreement.

Then I remembered something and asked the teacher how many students in the freshman year had signed up for the on-campus selection.

"Chen Jing, Shang Qingmei, Li Haoran."

This is the answer given by the teacher.

Because the on-campus selection competition is set for warriors with qualifications no lower than level three, only these three freshmen are eligible to participate. And they all signed up.

"really!"

After giving the gift to the teacher, Chen Jing remembered Li Haoran's previous declaration of war on herself.

"This guy is well hidden. If it weren't for this North-South competition, no one would know his true strength."

Chen Jing smiled and shook his head, his eyes filled with blazing fire.

fair enough!

The more opponents there are and the stronger the strength, the more excited he becomes.

Only by defeating the truly strong can you truly deserve your glory.

A series of explosion sounds rose in the void.

Chen Jing looked at her clenched fists and couldn't wait.

With a cyan luster, it looks like a martial arts training room paved with blue-grained steel unique to another world.

A woman with a tall figure and perfect appearance was sitting cross-legged in the center, with a two-meter-long bronze spear across her knees, her eyes closed, her breath long and motionless.

Suddenly, a heavy step sounded.

In Shang Qingmei's dark perception, she clearly felt that there was a real towering mountain in front of her, with no end visible, pressing heavily towards her.

With every step she took, her heart trembled, and her straight waist also bent.

She wanted to resist.

But all it got was more serious consequences.

Her back felt like it was bearing a huge mountain, as if it was about to break in the next second, which made her heart palpitate even more.

Her heart felt as if it was grabbed hard by a sharp hand, as if it was going to burst in the next second, and the pain was extremely painful.

Her mouth felt like it was covered with heavy wet cloth, as if she was about to suffocate in the next second, and she was extremely frightened.

She still wanted to persist, but the master who caused all this reminded her that as long as she opened her eyes, everything would disappear.

But she didn't.

Even though his face has become very ugly.

Even though every tissue in the body is frantically telling you that it is exhausted.

Even though the shadow of death has enveloped my whole body.

She still persists.

Stubborn and crazy persistence.

finally.

With the sound of the last footsteps, all the pressure that enveloped her disappeared instantly.

At this time, she finally opened her eyes.

The deep physical exhaustion constantly hit her heavy eyelids.

But she gritted her teeth and persisted.

Even if her mouth was filled with blood, she still had to maintain her mental state.

She didn't want to show any weakness in front of the person in front of her.

"Going to participate in the North-South Competition?"

The voice of a man full of warriors and warriors sounded, and the owner of the footsteps spoke.

His face could not be seen, because all he left to Shang Qingmei was a background.

However, just such a back figure, standing there, makes people look at it uncontrollably, as if there is a black hole that focuses all the light! It is the center of the entire world!

Shang Qingmei looked at his back and said decisively:

"Yes!"

"Next year, or better." The man's faint voice sounded again.

Shang Qing's eyes became colder and colder: "This year will do."

"in this way."

The man's figure instantly disappeared into the air, leaving only his last words.

"Since you participate, you will get first place. If you don't get it, you don't have to come back."

Shang Qingmei looked at the empty front with an expressionless expression, his clenched fists not loosening for a long time.

In the antique courtyard.

Li Haoran gently knocked on the door of a study room.

"Come in!"

A dignified old man's voice came from inside the house.

Opening the wooden door, a refreshing fragrance of ink hits your nostrils.

Li Haoran closed the door in a formal manner and sat on the wooden chair in front of the desk.

The old man at the desk did not raise his head and was still writing something.

Li Haoran didn't want to talk much, so he just sat upright and waited quietly.

Maybe it's an hour, maybe it's two hours.
To be continued...