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Chapter 220 Kill Two Before Assessment
"Wu Tian, ​​what's in your backpack?" Jiang Nian asked with a smile on his face outside the Extreme Martial Arts Hall in Yi'an District.

"A sniper rifle with [-] rounds of ammunition!" Wu Liang said bluntly.

"Warrior is not allowed to use hot weapons in the actual combat assessment. Don't you know this?" Jiang Nian asked with a frown.

"I don't know!" Wu Liang said calmly.

"That's right, put the backpack here. After the assessment is over, come back and get it when you come back!" Jiang Nian said.

"Okay!" Wu Liang responded, took off the backpack, and asked with a smile: "Instructor, can I take my big knife and flying knife?"

"No problem!" Jiang Nian nodded, looking at the moire on the scabbard, he smiled and praised: "The scabbard is full of layers of moiré, your big knife must be extraordinary!"

"So-so, I forged it myself!" Wu Liang explained with a smile.

"You can throw knives?" Jiang Nian asked curiously.

"Just play around, the throwing knife skills are average, it's purely used to scare people!" Wu Liang said pretending to be sincere.

The two asked and answered, Luo Feng and Yang Bin stood aside without saying a word.

"Okay, I'll take you there now!" After Jiang Nian finished speaking, he took the three of them to the train station.

"There are so many people!" After arriving at the destination, Yang Bin said with admiration when he saw that more than 1000 people had participated in the actual combat assessment of warriors.

"Go up, I'll go back first!" After Jiang Nian finished speaking, he drove away in the car.

The three boarded the train and sat down next to each other.

"All prospective warriors and future warriors, I am from the HR Alliance. I believe everyone knows that the HR Alliance is the most powerful group and the richest alliance in the world.!" On the screen hanging in the car, a middle-aged young people's speeches.

"Madman, does the underground alliance know?" Yang Bin couldn't help but said.

"En!" Luo Feng nodded. As a student who loves to learn, how could he not know the name of HR Alliance.

"Tch, as long as you are strong, you will have as many resources as you want. A mere HR alliance dares to call itself the strongest group in the world. Doesn't this mean that I don't exist?" Wu Liang said disdainfully.

"Wu Tian, ​​keep a low profile, keep a low profile!" Luo Feng reminded in a low voice.

"Hmph, what an arrogant boy, you are courting death!" a foreign devil snorted coldly.

"White Pig, don't let me meet you during the assessment, otherwise, I will let you experience Ling Chi!" Wu Liang said with a calm expression and a murderous tone.

His cultivation has reached the early innate stage, his strength has surpassed that of the god of war, he is proficient in various magical and powerful exercises, and he is also gifted with teleportation. Even if he fights with Hong, the strongest man on earth, he may not lose!
"Once I use the Three Thousand Lightning Illusory Body, even the most powerful Hong will be beaten to death by my gang. If it weren't for the big flat peach, my dantian has limited capacity, so I can directly use the Qiankun Devouring Technique or Chaos Body Refining Technique! "

Of course, sucking up Hong and Thor is just a thought!Wu Liang, who has always advertised himself as a normal person, would do anything to the heroes who guard mankind?However, he doesn't have the slightest liking for a group like the HR Alliance, where family interests are paramount!

"Boy, you are dead, I will kill you!" the foreign devil shouted.

"Say it again if you have the guts!" Wu Liang's tone was as cold as a knife, and he stared at the other party with the eyes of a dead pig.

"Boy, do it if you have the guts!" The foreign devil said sarcastically, relying on being in the train.

"Death!" Wu Liang shot out quickly, and the knife was withdrawn as fast as lightning. Before the foreign devil's head fell to the ground, he had returned to his seat, as if he had never moved.

"So fast, such a fast knife!" In the blink of an eye, Wu Tian beside him had finished rushing out, drawing out the knife, killing, closing the knife, and sitting back to his original position. Horrified.

"What a sharp knife technique, what a fast speed!" Luo Feng was secretly startled.

"Ahhh!" Many quasi-martialists participating in the actual combat assessment yelled in horror.

"Who killed Jeff Lester?" A few minutes later, a middle-aged man walked into the car and asked in a gloomy tone.

"He asked me to kill him. Helping others is the foundation of happiness, so I fulfilled him. Everyone can prove this, right?" After Wu Liang finished speaking, his eyes moved slowly, and everyone who was stared at by him People, terrified in their hearts, quickly nodded in agreement.

"Don't make trouble again, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude to you!" The middle-aged man snorted coldly and left the carriage angrily.

"People, you have to have self-knowledge. When your strength is insufficient, you have to keep a low profile. You have to endure what you have to endure. If your strength is not good, you still have to jump out to provoke trouble. Isn't this courting death?"

"However, as long as you are strong enough, you can do whatever you want, just like if I killed the active foreign devil, who can do anything?" Wu Liangruo said pointedly.

"Yes, I must keep working hard, not to become a peerless powerhouse, and my life will eventually be controlled by others. Instead of regretting it in the future, it is better to work hard from now on!" Luo Feng thought in his heart.

After a long time, the train stopped, and more than 600 quasi-martial artists were led to a place, and they stood neatly in several rows. After a high-level speech, a middle-aged man shouted: "Next, the one who called the name Prospective warriors, come up to receive combat uniforms and weapons!"

"Li Feng!"

"Yang Chao!"

"Liu Mang!"

"Luo Feng!"

"Wu Tian!"

Wu Liang walked up quickly, and without waiting for the other party to issue combat uniforms and weapons, he said directly: "I brought a big knife with me, so I don't need the weapons. The quality of the combat uniforms is too poor, so I don't need them. Give me a communication watch." Just fine!"

"This?" The young man who distributed the supplies looked hesitant.

"Just do as he says!" A middle-aged man said.

"Wu Tian, ​​why don't you want a shield and combat uniform?" Seeing him approaching, Luo Feng asked in confusion.

"I don't need those things!" Wu Liang said with a smile.

"Luo Feng!" Wu Tong, the chief curator of Yangzhou Xtreme Martial Arts Academy, walked over from a distance, and shouted with a serious smile.

"Uncle Wu!" Luo Feng shouted with a smile.

"A few days ago, Luo Feng's family moved to Mingyue Community. From this point of view, he is already a member of Extreme Martial Arts!" Wu Liang thought to himself.

"Wu Tian, ​​how about joining our extreme martial arts gym?" Wu Tong asked aloud.

"No problem, it depends on your extreme martial arts gym, what kind of treatment can you give me?" Wu Liang asked calmly.

"Same as Luo Feng, how about it?" Wu Tong suggested.

"Okay!" Wu Liang didn't think too much, and nodded readily in response. In his opinion, Xtreme Martial Arts is a loose organization. You can join if you want to join, and you can quit whenever you want.
"Luo Feng, my name is Wan Dong, do you have the guts to compare who has the highest points in the actual combat assessment!" A young man came over and asked sullenly.

"Not interested!" Luo Feng shook his head and refused.

"I'll prepare the contract!" Wu Tong said with a smile.

"Well, it should be prepared in advance. After all, the difficulty of the actual combat assessment of warriors is really too simple for me!" Wu Liang said calmly.

"Did you kill Jeff Lester?" Wan Dong asked sideways.

Wu Liang remained silent, completely pretending that the other party did not exist.

"Kill my brother, you are dead!" Wan Dong said coldly.

"Say it again!" Wu Liang said with a smile.

"I said, you are dead!" Wan Dong said indifferently.

Wu Liang drew his knife and retracted it like lightning, and whispered to himself: "The strength is not strong, and the tone is not small. Isn't this courting death or what?"

(End of this chapter)