It's just a game, why did you dig up my grave?

At this time, the assistant quickly walked to Yang Changan.

Take out the tablet.

Open a video.

"Director, the warrior who was collecting information nearby found this.

Take a look. "

Yang Changan took the computer.

The video was taken by a body camera.

Shaking slightly.

It started with a few warriors traveling through the mountains.

Seems to be looking for something.

Passed through a dense forest.

My eyes suddenly opened up.

An open space appeared in front of several people.

In the middle of the clearing, there was a lone temple.

The red paint on the fence has long faded.

It looked dilapidated.

There is a plaque hanging above the courtyard door.

The writing on the plaque is illegible.

After the person taking the photo got closer, he could barely make out the three characters.

Gun King Temple.

The video ends here.

Yang Changan suddenly raised his head.

"Where was this taken?"

"It's in the mountains a dozen kilometers to the southwest."

The assistant said honestly.

The old man checked the progress of the project.

It may take some time to dig out all the bones.

So he said decisively.

"Take me there now!"

Contact the regent in the county chronicle, assassinate, and suppress the demon.

He had a premonition somewhere.

The Gun King Temple is only a dozen kilometers away.

It’s very likely that it has something to do with what’s going on here!

"What are these guys doing?

During a nationwide investigation, how could a small mountain be missed?

Be sure to clean them up when you go back. "

Yang Changan complained.

Assign work to second-in-command.

Get in a military jeep.

Disappeared from everyone's sight amidst the roar of the engine.

. . .

Bincheng No. 3 Middle School, in the conference room.

School leaders at all levels and all senior high school teachers were present.

The gray-haired old principal stood at the end of the round table.

He held up his eyes on the bridge of his nose.

Speak slowly.

“There is still a little more than a month until the college entrance examination.

This year, the Northwest Theater Command organized a talent training camp as usual.

Our school has a recommended quota.

Do any of you teachers have any outstanding students that you like?

It can be submitted.

Let’s discuss it together. "

Talent training camp is a selection activity held every year before the college entrance examination in China's seven major war zones.

The purpose is to select outstanding talents from various cities and recruit them into the army.

The top ten in each training camp can pass through war zone channels.

Directly recommended to the four best martial arts universities in the country.

The first place is directly awarded the rank of major.

Even if you don't get in the top ten.

The facilities and teaching level in the training camp are far better than those in most schools.

No matter what happens to students who enter, they will gain greatly.

Such favorable conditions.

Every teacher wants to fight for their students.

So although it is said to be "discussed".

every time a candidate is nominated.

The teachers in the senior class will be red-faced.

Often in the end, there is always a test.

Only then can you decide on the candidate.

But this time.

All the teachers unexpectedly fell into silence.

No one proposed a candidate.

Only the old god Liu Zhensheng was sitting on the stool.

He looked confident.

The old principal looked around.

Finally his eyes fell on Luo Hui.

"Teacher Luo, your spear art class has always produced many masters.

How about mentioning a name? "

Names were called.

Luo Hui, the second class teacher, was silent.

Doesn't speak.

The old principal gave him a puzzled look.

"I heard that there is a classmate named Gu Ming in your class.

The blood value is already 26.

Good fighting ability.

Currently ranked first in the school.

Isn't he good at it? "

Hear this.

Luo Hui could no longer remain silent.

He glanced at Liu Zhensheng next to him.

"Principal, Gu Ming can't do it.

Let Chu Xuan go. "

"Chu Xuan?"

Confusion flashed in the old man's eyes.

It took me a while to remember.

"Oh, you mean Mr. Chu's son who invested in our school.

Isn't his health value just over 15? "

"That was the case before, but not anymore."

Luo Hui said without starting or ending.

The tone was very unpleasant.

"Let Teacher Liu talk about this.

He is Chu Xuan's class teacher. "

. . .

Half an hour later.

Chu Xuan was taken to the principal's office by his old classmate.

He said politely as soon as he entered the door.

"Hello, Principal Sun."

"It's classmate Chu Xuan.

Come on in and take a seat. "

The old principal looked at him with a smile.

"The last time we met was when you first entered school.

Came with your father.

How's it going? Is your father okay now? "

"pretty good."

Speaking of this, Chu Xuan felt a little embarrassed.

The original owner's grades were not enough to be admitted to the third middle school.

His father donated a full 10 million yuan to the school to allow him to stay.

"Dad, he is usually very busy and usually doesn't see anyone."

"It's better to be busy. Men all have their own careers."

The old principal said with a smile.

"I'll just say it straight.

The annual talent training camp is about to begin.

Are you interested in representing our school? "

"Elite training camp?"

"good."

Principal Sun briefly explained to him the content of the training camp.

Take a piece of paper from the table.

"I've heard about you defeating Gu Ming with one shot.

And just now, I pulled up the data you used to test your vitality and combat effectiveness yesterday.

It really shocked me.

Classmate Chu Xuan really hides his secrets! "

The old man pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

He looked at Chu Xuan thoughtfully.

“Those who can participate in the training camp are basically elites from cities in the northwest theater.

This quota is the most suitable for you. "