Spiritual Recovery: Be Invincible Starting From Delivering Food

I have to say, this Ye Xiaoshu is indeed quite capable.

Long Teng has a spiritual blocker on his body. If he lets his hands and feet go and fights, the outcome is still uncertain.

At least that's what he thought.

In fact, Ye Xiaoshu did not reveal the real trump card. If the disintegration of the demon was activated, the ordinary gold level would not be enough in Ye Xiaoshu's hands.

The third race is a two thousand meter obstacle course.

In this event, Long Teng narrowly won through his height advantage.

He was also inspired to fight unconsciously. This young man obviously had much greater potential than himself.

What a good seedling!

At this time, the military headquarters————

Tao Bin laughed, feeling happier watching Feng Yingyi being deflated than drinking and eating meat.

"Hahaha, Lao Feng, look at it, don't you think we have talents from North China?"

"Let me tell you, North China can allocate more military spending to try to produce another military king!"

Feng Yingyi roared:

"Don't talk shit!"

"This is only the third game. There are two more games to come. It's not certain who will win or lose!"

Tao Bin held the information in his hand and said disdainfully:

"Come on, Lao Feng, I've read all the information on this guy."

"The person who was inserted into the gilding team by the superpower team in the past two weeks is a high school student at most."

"The next competition is gun assembly and shooting."

"How can a high school student compare with real special forces?"

"The bullets Long Teng has shot may be more than the rice Ye Xiaoshu has eaten!"

"If Ye Xiaoshu wins, this year's military expansion will be given to you in South China!"

Feng Yingyi clenched his fists and said bravely:

"Then you've made up your mind."

"If Ye Xiaoshu wins, all military spending will be allocated to South China!"

After saying this, he was a little panicked. This sentence was just a slap in the face.

Shooting multiple firearms, even a genius will need a lot of bullets to feed this thing.

Every sharpshooter is fed with bullets.

How can I win without regular firearms training?

The fourth game is about to begin————

The people in Feilong Camp sighed at this time:

"Oh, that obstacle course just now was just a little bit close."

"Yes, Brother Shu made a mistake in climbing the net and missed the point. Otherwise, he would definitely have won."

"The next step is to assemble the firearms. Liu Shao hasn't let Brother Shu touch a gun these days. Can he win?"

"Come on, what if you touch a gun? You think any of us special forces soldiers haven't fired hundreds of kilograms of bullets?"

"Ye Xiaoshu can't beat the King of Soldiers even if he shoots for a week."

There was no win in the steeplechase and only two events remained.

As long as Long Teng scores one more point, Feilong Camp will lose.

When it comes to marksmanship, no one can beat the King of Soldiers!

Ye Xiaoshu approached his comrades and said confidently:

"When it comes to marksmanship, no one can beat me."

He is blessed with top-notch marksmanship, and he is completely a cheating player.

But no one believed Ye Xiaoshu’s words. Although Ye Xiaoshu had created many miracles,

But the marksmanship is something that cannot be explained by miracles.

The comrades comforted:

"Forget it Brother Shu, if you lose, just lose. Don't shiver."

"Compared with the King of Soldiers, we are still far behind."

"I don't think we should waste time and prepare for tomorrow's military exercise."

Ye Xiaoshu scratched his head and said:

"Brothers, why don't you believe me?"

"Why don't you behave yourself and gamble?"

Upon hearing these familiar words, several people's eyes suddenly lit up.

What Ye Xiaoshu said in front of him was too familiar.

Every time they didn’t believe Ye Xiaoshu, they would always say: ‘What are you betting on? ’

Then turn the tables and turn defeat into victory.

As long as he has money, Ye Xiaoshu can create one miracle after another.

A comrade shouted:

"I bet! I bet ten spiritual cores! This is all my belongings. I bet Brother Shu to lose!"

"I'll bet too, I'll bet ten too!"

"Twenty!"

"I'll come too, seventeen!"

"I also...."

"..."

The soldiers handed over their spiritual cores one by one.

The gambling fight at this time was not because they really looked down on Ye Xiaoshu.

But trust in Ye Xiaoshu!

It seemed like a bonus, as long as the amount of the bet exceeded Ye Xiaoshu's expectation, he would definitely win!

Then again, if Ye Xiaoshu loses, won't all the spiritual cores that he lost in the previous gambling be earned back?

Almost a whole battalion of soldiers participated in this gambling battle.

Liu Shao, who usually disliked Ye Xiaoshu the most, took out a few spiritual cores from his pocket.

None of them want to lose.

I really want Ye Xiaoshu to win.

Give Feilong Camp a chance!

More than five thousand spiritual cores were packed in a large box.

They are all gold-level spiritual cores, emitting golden light.

Ye Xiaoshu's eyes widened. . . . . .

Although the quality of these spiritual cores is very poor, they are at the bottom of the gold-level quality.

But this box of spiritual cores is also worth over 100 million levels.

Never had he seen so much money in his life!

Ye Xiaoshu's momentum increased sharply at this time! The whole body exudes frightening coercion.

This time, he had the consciousness of death and wanted to win this game.

Ye Xiaoshu straightened his body and walked towards the competition venue with kicks.

Everyone looked at his leaving figure and couldn't help but admire:

"I believe Brother Shu will win, after all, he is greedy for money."

"Well, he definitely can't lose with so many spiritual cores. He is indeed greedy for money."

"I really have never seen Brother Shu like this. Maybe it's because of his greed for money."

A small tree with no leaves plucked, now it’s time to get serious!

It is no longer a competition between twenty people on the field.

There were only two people, Ye Xiaoshu and Long Teng.

Feilong camp and Lijian camp both knew that they couldn't compare to the two geniuses in front of them.

It is not yet known who will win or lose.

Just listen to Lei Yue's order:

"Game start!"

"First item, pistol shooting!"

A tray slid in front of the two people on a conveyor belt.

Shooting starts with disassembly and assembly.

Ye Xiaoshu just glanced at it, and he knew the gun's model, factory date, and even its structure by heart!

The M1911 was designed and produced in 1911 and became the standard weapon of the Eagle Nation.

Domestic weapons were not selected for the competition, which was to test the players' familiarity with the weapons.

On the battlefield, you will encounter situations where enemy weapons are captured.

Some enemies are more ruthless and will specially take out some parts to make the firearms useless.

A qualified veteran must be familiar with the parts of these firearms so that he can quickly repair the firearms on the battlefield and enter the battle.

The first one to move was Ye Xiaoshu.

I saw his hands dismantling the firearm into parts as quickly as a phantom.

No one could see clearly that these gun parts had been neatly stacked on the pallet.

The soldiers of Feilong Camp exclaimed:

"What's going on? Have you seen it clearly?"

"Brother Shu has already dismantled it?"

"I counted the time and it took four seconds!"

"Holy crap, just by looking at it, you can identify the model number and disassemble it?"

"What kind of monster is this?"

Long Teng was also dismantled at this time.

Ye Xiaoshu’s time: 4.12 seconds!

Dragon Soaring time: 6.43 seconds!

The special operations team members of the Lijian Battalion said in disbelief:

"impossible!"

"This guy is probably a blind cat who met a dead mouse!"

"Who can't just dismantle it? If you can assemble it!"

"No one can assemble firearms better than Brother Long!"

Lei Yue also couldn't believe it. A boy who had never touched a gun could be so fast?

He shouted to the two of them:

"Firearm assembly and shooting, start!"