Special War God

It was Xia Zhongnan and Gu Xiuzhang's turn. Gu Xiuzhang walked out first, picked a 400-jin stone block and lifted it easily. Xia Zhongnan thought about it and also picked a 400-jin one. Although he hadn't tested it, he felt that he would not be worse than Gu Xiuzhang.

With a little effort, he immediately felt full of strength, as if he could fight a tiger. With a strong lift, he lifted the 400-jin stone pillar in one breath without any effort.

Before this, Xia Zhongnan had never experienced this feeling. At this moment, he truly felt the power of "Santong Gong". In this world of cultivation, cultivators do have extraordinary power.

He was lost in thought when he suddenly felt someone pulling his clothes. He came to his senses and found that he had been holding a 400-jin stone block in a daze. He quickly put the stone block down...

Seeing his heroic appearance, many of the casual cultivators who came to sign up couldn't help but applaud and cheer loudly.

The red-faced man Hong Ruoji couldn't help but snorted. He was the one who lifted the heaviest stone pillar, but he didn't expect that everyone's cheers for Xia Zhongnan would be much more enthusiastic than for him who was the first.

The tests for all the independent cultivators were over. Seeing that no one signed up for the time being, the leader assigned one of his men to stay at the registration point and then led the fifty-plus people to another place.

There were several rows of weapon racks, with knives, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hatchets, hooks, forks... all kinds of weapons were available and ready.

The bearded leader said: "My fellow cultivators, you are all brothers of the Chifang Army now.

Now, I will give you some training resources first, as a welcome gift from the Chi Fang Army to you!"

After saying that, a soldier held a bunch of small porcelain bottles and distributed them.

More than fifty independent cultivators immediately started talking about it. They had not expected that recruiting new soldiers for the Chi Fang Army would be so easy. They could pass the test just by lifting stone pillars, and they could also receive gifts from the Chi Fang Army immediately.

Perhaps it was originally difficult for independent cultivators to be willing to join the army. With so many people coming, the top leaders of the Chifang Army must have been very happy. How could they possibly reject them?

However, Xia Zhongnan's heart was touched. When he heard that the government army was recruiting soldiers, he thought that there might be a war. Now this feeling is even stronger.

After a while, Xia Zhongnan and Gu Xiuzhang both received the small porcelain bottles that the soldiers had distributed. They could not help but open them, and felt a refreshing fragrance coming out of the bottle. There were five pills the size of a fingernail quietly lying in the bottle, which were the "Ningyuan Pills".

Each "Ning Yuan Dan" condenses a large amount of vital energy. After taking it, the cultivator can absorb vital energy countless times faster than absorbing it from the heaven and earth. If there is a large supply of "Ning Yuan Dan", the speed of cultivation will undoubtedly be accelerated many times.

However, the "Ningyuan Pill" is extremely precious, and most cultivators are reluctant to use it. They will only use the "Ningyuan Pill" to replenish their true essence when they break through a realm or when their internal vital energy is greatly depleted.

After receiving this gift, the spirits of the casual cultivators were high and the atmosphere became very warm.

Seeing everyone's reaction, the leader couldn't help but smile, and then said: "My last name is Liu, and our Chifang Army's commander, General Xu, likes to call me Da Bazi, so I will be called 'Liu Da Bazi'."

There was a burst of laughter from below, and Liu Dabazi didn't mind and grinned along with everyone else.

Xia Zhongnan suddenly found this "Liu Dabazi" quite pleasing to the eye, and even the ugly scar on his face seemed to have personality. He came from a special forces unit, and he could tell at a glance that Liu Dabazi looked rough, but in fact he was very skillful. With just one sentence, he won the favor of these recruits and brought them closer.

When everyone quieted down, Liu Dabazi continued, "Although you have joined the Chifang Army, we are not familiar with each other yet, and we don't know your abilities. Next, I want to see how good your martial arts are...

This is related to the treatment you will get after joining my Flame Army. I hope everyone will not hide anything and show their abilities. The more capable you are, the more you will be valued.

I will send out veterans from the army to compete with you. There are all kinds of weapons here. If you brought your own weapons, you can use them; if you didn’t bring any, you can choose one and compete again.”

After he finished speaking, an old soldier next to him walked into the venue first, clasped his fists towards the fifty or so new cultivators and said, "Mao Zizhuang of the Fiery Army accepts your challenge!"

As soon as he finished speaking, three new cultivators walked out from the crowd.

They looked at each other, and two of them prepared to retreat back into the crowd, leaving the first person who came out to compete.

The independent cultivators all had their own thoughts. Some of them thought that the first veteran to accept the challenge must not be the strongest in the army, so they wanted to get some advantage as soon as possible.

Without waiting for the two men to retreat, Mao Zizhuang shouted, "You two don't have to retreat, the three of you come together!"

The two people who were about to retreat hesitated for a moment and then walked forward again.

The three men looked at each other, and the one who stepped out first clasped his fists to Mao Zizhuang and said, "Since Brother Mao thinks he can deal with the three of us, we will respectfully obey your orders! Cong Jianqing asks Brother Mao for advice!"

The other two also clasped their fists and said, "Tian Jingming asks Brother Mao for advice!" "Kong Pu asks Brother Mao for advice!"

All three of them brought their own weapons. Tian Jingming and Kong Pu both used ghost-head broadswords, while Cong Jianqing's weapon was a green steel long sword.

Facing the three men approaching with weapons, Mao Zizhuang threw his sword to his comrades who were watching from a distance and shouted, "My sword must be drawn with blood. It is better to deal with you three novices with my bare hands to avoid hurting you!"

When Mao Zizhuang spoke, an iron-blooded aura came straight at the three people. The three people originally wanted to express their dissatisfaction with Mao Zizhuang's contempt for them, but after feeling Mao Zizhuang's aura, they dared not say anything more, and they all concentrated on waiting. Kong Pu's hand holding the ghost-head knife was shaking.

Mao Zizhuang did not take advantage of the panic of the three people to attack first, but calmly waited for their attack. As time passed, his momentum became stronger and stronger.

After a while, under the pressure of Mao Zizhuang's momentum, the three men felt a chill on their backs and found that they were already sweating.

The stalemate could not continue any longer. Cong Jianqing roared, raised his sword and rushed towards Mao Zizhuang first, followed by Tian Jingming and Kong Pu.

Mao Zizhuang stared at Cong Jianqing who was rushing towards him, without moving, until the long sword that Cong Jianqing was stabbing at his chest was only a fist away from his chest. He suddenly turned sideways to avoid the long sword, and at the same time took a step forward with his left foot and grabbed Cong Jianqing's sword-holding hand with his left hand.