Chapter 110: Talent attribute

Bloody camp, canteen.
There is a huge space here, with thousands of tables and chairs, divided into forty areas, corresponding to the place where forty camps dine.
When Lin Xun was dragging his almost numb body to sit down, he couldn't help but lick his teeth and screamed and swelled.
Three hours of constant fighting, not only let Lin find the body to consume the spirit, even with the strong cross-body has a feeling of force.
If he is not supported by a perseverance, Lin Xun suspects that he will be in a coma at any time.
Not long after, Ning Meng held two breakfasts, sitting on the opposite side of Lin Xun, and smiled and said: "Although the conditions are worse here, the breakfast can be really good, and the level of the court banquet is fast."
The breakfast was really good, a bowl of porridge, with four dishes, and ten meat buns.
Porridge is an extremely rare "Sapphire Lingu" boiled, and the rice grains are as clear and jade-like as the jade. The four-disc dishes are also cooked with various precious vegetables and spirits. Even the meat dumplings are made of leopard's legs and bones, not only delicious, but also full of spiritual power.
Lin Xun is not nonsense, directly gorging up, exhausted body is like a bottomless pit, urgently need tonic.
Ningmeng was obviously hungry, and while swallowing, he said vaguely: "Lin Xun, I used to be a small smack of you, and it is worthwhile for me to look at you again on the performance of the training ground on the 10th."
Lin Xun turned his eyes, this guy's tone is always so mad, this stinks, will certainly cause a lot of trouble in the future.
"Right, I am looking at the things that are against you today. I will look for a chance to help you out in the future." Ning Meng said casually.
Lin searched for a moment, stopped the chopsticks, and curiously looked at Ningmeng across the street, saying: "Why help me?"
Ning Meng is not pleased: "Don't you forget what I said on the way to the camp? You are my friend of Ningmeng. If you are bullied, let me face it?"
It turned out to be afraid of shaming him...
Lin Xun suddenly did not have a good air: "eat!"
When the two men ate their heads, the dining hall was getting more and more lively. The students in the 40 camps had more than a thousand people. The black pressure was sitting in different areas, and the scene was spectacular.
The meal time is half an hour. Apart from the rules of not fighting each other, there is no constraint. It is a rare opportunity to relax.
The atmosphere is very lively. These students are all teenagers and teenagers. Some of them have known each other before they came to the camp. When they get together, they can't help but talk about it.
The topics discussed are all about the well-known students who had been famous before entering the camp.
This is also normal. The students collected by the Blood Camp are all selected through special channels. Each talent is outstanding, the qualifications are extraordinary, and most of the origins are extremely simple. Very few people can see the poor. Child.
Lin Xun is not interested in these topics, burying his head to eat.
Ning Meng seems to have heard something, slightly dignified: "I did not expect that the granddaughter of the empire Jing Haihou Bai Lingxi, the Forbidden City Bowang Hou Xuan Sun Zhao Yu also came!"
Lin searched casually: "Are you afraid of them?"
Ning Meng suddenly looked at his eyes: "Jokes! I have never been afraid of anyone since I was young!"
After a pause, he frowned. "Just these two guys are very tricky. They are all talents who have special talents when they are born. They are talented and have nothing to lose. If you fight with them, you must be careful."

Lin looked for a move: "Is there a source of spirituality in their bodies?"
Ning Meng shook his head: "The origin of the spiritual pulse can only be regarded as one of the attributes of talent. I have heard that the talent attribute of Bai Lingxi is 'Xing Zhao Qian Qiu', it is a mysterious soul talent, extremely rare, then Zhao Wei's talent is From its roots, it is called 'Ziyang's body', which is also very rare."
According to Ning Meng's theory, the talent attribute is the cultivation talent of the repairer, including the understanding, the root bone, the blood and so on, collectively referred to as the talent attribute.
According to the evaluation of the talent attribute of the empire, the talent attribute can be roughly divided into nine.
First class is the most.
Nine is the end.
Those who have rare talents are trained to be several times faster than ordinary people. What is even more terrifying is that they are far superior to ordinary people in enlightenment and martial arts!
Their fits in body, soul, and qualifications all tend to be perfect. One year of cultivation is equivalent to the hardships of others for many years. Especially the higher the realm, the greater the advantage they have, and the more ordinary people will gradually open. the distance.
One of the most famous examples of the empire is that, more than three hundred years ago, a pair of twin descendants of Dong Bohou's knees, his brother has a natural attribute of "no leakage", although his brother's qualifications are excellent, but he has no natural attributes.
The two brothers practiced together all the year round and grew up together. The brothers successively broke through the competition several times a year, but the younger brother advanced to the same level in three years.
Until the brother cultivated into the heavens, his brother still lingered in the coffin.
When my brother has become a giant, he is king and he is already awesome.
A pair of twin brothers, but because of a gift attribute, the gap between the two is growing, so it can be seen that the generation of talented attributes is tyrannical.
Like the white spirit of the "stars and thousands of autumn", is almost the fourth-class talent attribute.
Like Zhao Wei’s "Ziyang Body", it is the seventh-class talent attribute.
But regardless of the first few, as long as you have the talent attribute, it has surpassed the ordinary practitioners too much in nature.
At this point, Lin Xuncai vaguely understood the meaning of possessing the attributes of talents, and his heart could not help but tumbling. He remembered the origin of his own entangled
Da Yuan Swallow
.
This is the first talent?
"Unfortunately, there are too few repairers with talented attributes in the entire Purple Emperor Empire. It is said to be nothing in the middle. It is very rare."
Ning Meng said with emotion, "If Laozi has a talent attribute, even if it is the most endless ninth talent, it will be a god-fighting day, and it will go down in the sky."
Lin searched for silence, and on several occasions, he was eager to ask about the "Da Yuan Swallow" thing, and finally he could hold back.
He can't say that this is the biggest secret of him.
At this time, suddenly there was a scream of laughter, but I saw Shi Xiaoxiao walked over, and sat down next to him, squinting Ning Meng, saying: "Let's brag, just rely on your stupidity, give you a first-class talent. Also no good."
Ning Meng took a table and angered: "Little white face, do you want to die?"
Shi Yan did not pay attention to him, and said from his own self: "I heard that this time is not only Bai Lingxi, Zhao Wei came, your death to the head of the Sun Trail can come."
Long Sun Scars!
Ning Meng’s face suddenly appeared a sigh of suffocation, and it was extremely gloomy.
This is the first time Lin Xun has seen Ning Meng look like this, can't help but frown and glance at Shi Jie.
However, I saw Shi Xiao smiled and got up. He said to Ning Meng, "If you want to beat him down, you have to work hard in the camp."
"Why tell me this?" Ning Meng bit his teeth, a pair of big hands tightly squatting, seems to be holding back what.
"No way, who told you to be in the same camp with me, I can't stand by." Shi Yan shrugged.
"If that is the Long Sun Mark and you are in a camp?" Ning Meng stared at Shi Jie.
Shi Yan smiled, didn't say anything, turned and went.
"Long Sun is your enemy?" Lin asked.
Ning Meng shook his head and would not mention it again.
......
At the end of the breakfast, Lin Xun and other 28 participants in Camp 39 were all notified. They received five points each through training on the 10th training ground.
At this time, Lin Xun knew that their first month of combat training should be arranged in the training ground of No. 1-9, where the combat environment is relatively easy to be safe.
And the 10th training ground is actually prepared for the second month of combat training!
Lin Xun has no objection to this arrangement. What he has to do is obey orders. What's more, for the woman who is a small instructor, even if the protest is afraid, there is no use.
Regardless, compared to other camps, the elimination rate in Camp 39 was undoubtedly the highest on the first day of training.
When I first reported it yesterday, there were 50 people, and in just one day, there were only 28 people left.
After having breakfast, I started intense training.
Xiaoyan, with all the students in Camp No. 39, entered an open-air training ground with hot sun and hot eyes.
Lin seeks what they have to do, and within two hours, quickly repairs the spiritual power and restores the body to its optimum state.
Two hours later, Xiao Yan took Lin to find out how to train him to fight. He let the students fight one-on-one and kill one time. Once they win, they can get one point. If they fail once, they will deduct one point.
Lunch was not started until near noon.
The five points that Lin Xun just earned in the morning have been cleared, and all of them have been earned by Ningmeng. There is no way. In the training of close combat, Lin Xun’s lottery happened to be drawn to Ningmeng.
But it is also unfortunate, because Lin Xunxiu is still unable to compare with Ningmeng, even if his fighting skills are far better than Ningmeng, but he is beaten by the other side, arrogant and arrogant, and finally failed many times in succession, the winning rate is zero. .
At lunchtime, looking at Lin Xun, who was swollen by his own nose and face, Ning Meng couldn’t help but laugh a lot, and Lin searched for hatred.
Lin Xun suddenly remembered the first time he met with Shi Jie, the other side had an evaluation of Ning Meng - born to blame.
In the afternoon, Lin Xun was arranged to walk into an empty closed room. There was a high platform in the middle of the room, and a bronze plaque was placed on the high platform.
Xu Sanqi was standing in front of the bronze gongs. The thin and thin pen was like a lance that pierced the scorpion. The facial lines were as hard and rocky as the rocks, and they were not smirking.
His eyes are still sharp and sharp, and he seems to be able to penetrate deep into the soul, so that no one dares to look at him.
"Today you have to learn is to recognize and understand the enemy."
Xu Sanqi’s words were as simple as before, and a wave of hands opened the closed bronze plaque, revealing a strange body. Mobile phone users please visit http://m.piaotian.net