my past life simulator

Chapter 12 012 [Xuanjia Ruishi]

[Basic boxing: 65/100 (rough knowledge)]

After fifteen punches, He Zhao was so hungry that he rushed to the kitchen panting.

Of course, it's not that he didn't think about continuing to increase the number of times he practiced boxing.When the No.16 boxing technique was performed, the mouth and nose suddenly bled, which scared him to stop immediately. Since then, the number of times of practice has not dared to exceed the limit.

"It would be a pity if we could bring Enduring Hunger into it. Each simulation scene can only bring three talents into it. The simulator should have a way to increase the number of talents that can be carried."

Mumbling along the way, he came to the kitchen in a moment.

He carelessly pushed the door open, searched around, and left satisfied with ten steamed buns.

the next day!
[Basic boxing: 25/500 (proficient). 】

He Zhao fights fifteen times of boxing every night, and with the addition of the son of the night, he has raised the basic boxing to the proficiency level in just two days.But if you want to take it to the next level, it actually skyrocketed to 500 times!
In other words, it would take him eight days to improve his boxing skills to the next level.

A normal person can do it three times a day, regardless of physical damage, he can do it five times a day, plus the all-round triple enhancement of the Son of the Night, fifteen times a day is not a problem, no matter how much it is, the body really can't resist it.

Boxing five times during the day, for the sake of physical considerations, temporarily give up.

After all, there are still more than 170 days left, and He Zhao didn't want to play dead by himself, which caused the score to plummet.

In recent days, new instructors have appeared one after another, teaching infantry drills, sword skills, archery, shields, and battle formations respectively. Five thousand recruits are in a hurry, and each of them can't wait for his parents to give him eight hands.

Since the amount of training and subjects increased, the gap between geniuses and mediocrity has widened sharply.

Let all good seedlings be exposed to the eyes of the coaches.

As for He Zhao, he is very famous, a well-known training madness among the recruits in Xuandu, and some people call him the King of Suffering.

Day five of camping!
[Basic boxing: 205/500 (proficient)]

[Basic knife technique: 60/500 (proficient)]

[Basic archery: 120/500 (proficient)]

[Basic shield: 75/100 (rough knowledge)]

[Basic battle formation: 85/100 (rough knowledge)]

If it weren't for the son of the night, no matter how hard He Zhao could endure hardships, he would never have reached such a level.

He trains until midnight every day. Relying on his strong talent, he only needs two hours, which is enough to replenish his tired body and spirit.

Both knife technique and archery technique are relatively simple, the former can be practiced continuously, ten times a day, forty proficiency level per day.The latter is a bit more difficult. If you draw the bow with all your strength and hit the target, you will increase your proficiency by four points.

The man surnamed He drew twenty bows the first day, but what was surprising was that he only hit the bull's-eye once, his arm was sore and he couldn't draw the bow.Later, he put archery training directly at night, and his success rate skyrocketed.

Nightborn's talent made his eyesight even stronger than that of the daytime. If the bull's-eye that is [-] meters away during the daytime is similar to a coin in his eyes.At the same distance when night falls, the bull's-eye is as big as a palm in his eyes!

As a result, the hit rate has skyrocketed.

Basic shields and basic battle formations, it's not that He Zhao doesn't work hard, let alone ignore them.

Both require the cooperation of teammates to improve slightly.

The shield must be resisted in time when the enemy attacks, in order to increase a little proficiency.The battle formation requires the cooperation of five or ten people. During the period, no one made mistakes, and only a little proficiency can be given after a rehearsal.

When practicing battle formation, if you are lucky, you can increase by seven or eight points a day.He was a bit unlucky, and if he could give two points a day, he would have to burn incense.

On the sixth day, the next day dawned.

He Zhao found the coach who was in charge of teaching boxing techniques, and gave him a set of lightning five basic boxing techniques on the spot.

"Clap clap clap!!"

The instructor clapped his hands with great satisfaction. He gave He Zhao half a month, but after only six days, he was able to master the boxing technique. This is a talent.

"Clean up later, follow me to the elite camp." The instructor patted him on the shoulder and said.

"Elite camp?"

A hint of doubt appeared on He Zhao's face. The cavalry captain seemed to have mentioned it.

"The so-called Elite Battalion is the reserve of Xuanjia elite soldiers. As long as they are not dismissed within half a year, they will be directly promoted to Xuanjia elite soldiers, and their salary will be twice as high as that of ordinary Xuandu soldiers.

Even if he was brushed off halfway and returned to the Xuandu new army, there was a high probability that he would be promoted to captain.So you kid must cherish this hard-won opportunity.

In addition, be careful after entering the camp, there are many honorable children who enter through the back door, all of them arrogant and arrogant, showing off their might all day long.Endure him for half a year, and most of the waste will be kicked away after half a year.

Enough said, come with me. "

The voice fell, and the instructor left.

He Zhao followed closely behind, and countless people stared at his back enviously, which was appreciated by the Shangguan.

After packing up some sundries, the two arrived at the so-called elite camp one after the other.

"What's wrong with being a dog to me? My old man is a hereditary earl. To whom do you show your cold face every day? Brothers, take off his pants for me and hang them on the flagpole. I see this guy What face is there to stay in the elite camp!"

The two had just walked to the barracks when they heard shouts and curses from inside.

"What are you doing?!"

The boxing instructor hurried in and shouted angrily at the people in the room.

He Zhao followed behind and glanced, the pupils of both eyes shrank suddenly.

Cavalry captain!

I saw that this guy was pressed down by a group of people, and two people's hands were clinging to his waist, apparently about to untie his trouser waist.

"Teacher Wu, why are you here? It's not that the brothers are bored, it's just a joke." The son of the hereditary earl changed his expression and interrupted with a laugh.

"You guys be more honest, next time I see you bullying people, hang up and whip each of you." The head of the military instructor snorted coldly as a warning, and then he moved away to reveal He Zhao behind him and said again.

"This is a new recruit who has just entered the camp. Tell him about the rules of the elite camp. Remember what I said earlier, otherwise don't blame the whip in our hand for not recognizing people."

After the words were closed, the Wu instructor turned and left.

"Let him go." The earl's son acted foolishly, waving his hands at his lackeys with no interest.The cavalry captain sat on his bed without saying a word.

"New here, do you have anything good to honor us?" Accompanied by the words of this honorable son, there were six or seven people with smirking faces.They were dealt with a lot when they entered the camp, and now they can finally become perpetrators.

"As for me, I don't like trouble. There's nothing wrong with each other. How are you?" He Zhao said without any scruples to the unscrupulous eyes of several people.

"Hey, you dare to follow me"

Before the noble son had finished speaking, He Zhao burst into a fit of violence.

After a short period of energy accumulation, the right arm pressed against the opponent's chin from top to bottom.

"boom!"

"Click!!"

(End of this chapter)