So the plan is to not keep up with the changes. I bought the full set of equipment, but the end of the world did not come. Now I can use the equipment, but the equipment is left at my cousin's house... Beilong sat on a big tree branch about five or six meters high from the ground, leaning against a thick tree trunk that could not be hugged by five or six people, silently lit a cigarette.

The handsome face, looking up at the sky at forty-five degrees, was filled with bright sadness, and one of his legs hangs down and sways.

“Huff…”

Suddenly, a breath of breath came from the deep mountains and old forests, and soon a young man running quickly appeared.

This young man was full of toughness, like a strong leopard. The only thing that was not very harmonious was his short hot pants that could expose his hips, revealing his two strong and powerful legs...

When he passed under the towering tree, something suddenly fell from the sky and hit his head!

Enemy attack?

The young man's heart sank, and he hurriedly rolled forward with a rushing momentum. While rolling, he looked up carefully and found that someone was sitting on the branch of the tree that had just passed by, smoking. From the color and style of his shoes, pants, it seemed that he was tracking the person he was following.

This is very embarrassing...

The young man stopped rolling, rubbed his head without being injured, but was just a little dizzy when he was smashed. He looked at the place where he started rolling before, and a cigarette was particularly eye-catching among the fallen leaves...

He picked up the cigarette embarrassedly. The young man looked up at the towering tree. He was thinking about how to climb up handsomely and elegantly, Beilong had already jumped off the branch and jumped directly off the branch.

The young people didn't think it was so great. They could do it. But when Beilong's feet landed on the ground, he realized that it was different. If it were him, he would definitely roll forward to cushion the impact of the fallen impact. However, Beilong just bent his legs slightly and completed the unloading force. Then he stood up straight, as if he was fine!

Awesome, my brother!

The young man couldn't help but change his face, and quickly clasped his fists at Bei Long and said solemnly in accordance with the etiquette in the martial arts world: "In the Xiamen Military Region [Soldier King Camp] Li Lei, he studied under the "Qingcheng School" "Qingcheng Eight Jun" Mr. Yang Zhiyun. I wonder which school of seniors are masters of which school, can you tell him the surname and name?"

It turned out to be from the Bingwang Camp!

Bei Long looked at the young man Li Lei. "The King of Soldiers" are not called casually. Generally speaking, the most outstanding soldiers in regiment-level units are called "The King of Soldiers", in other words, they are one in a thousand.

The Bingwang Camp was not called out, but it was indeed a number organization. There are seven major military regions in China, and each major military region has only one military camp. All those who can join the Bingwang Camp are among the best in the military region. This is not only called the "Bingwang", but it is equivalent to obtaining official certification.

In the last end of the world, the King of War camp really sacrificed their lives for the country and the people. They must be the ones who rushed to the front in every battle, and they used their flesh and blood to fulfill their oath to defend their country. Although Beilong is the Eight Heavenly Kings in China, he still admires such a real soldier.

As for Yang Zhiyun, who studied under the Qingcheng School, one of the eight horses in Qingcheng, it was actually a score reduction in Bei Long's eyes.

In fact, Bei Long knows what Li Lei means to be a "student" and this is one of the cooperation between the military and the martial arts world:

From a famous and upright sect to recruit martial arts masters to Bingwang Camp as martial arts coaches, it not only improved the close combat melee skills of Bingwang Camp, but also deepened the friendly relations between the military and the martial arts world. The soldiers of Bingwang Camp can be regarded as registered disciples of this martial arts master. If they are talented, they may be accepted as personal disciples.

But Yang Zhiyun, with his profound martial arts, occupied a resort villa in the end of the world and became king.

All the refugees he took in became his people, no, they were slaves, and were taken away by him. When the food was exhausted, he ordered his subordinates to kill the elderly, weak, sick and disabled to eat meat. When the elderly, weak, sick and disabled had finished eating, they started eating women and children. After all, they ate young and middle-aged people...

The first time Beilong and Yang Zhiyun met was in his small kingdom of the resort villa. Yang Zhiyun was holding a bloody hand, chewing his fingers "crack" as if he was eating carrots. The owner of that hand was still alive because Yang Zhiyun felt that the taste of dead human flesh was not good...

And behind Yang Zhiyun are piled up with mountains of white bones...

But that's all about the end of the world. Now, after all... will the dog day's end of the world come?

"I don't have any sect or master. I just learned the style of the countryside when I was a child." Bei Long withdrew his thoughts and asked Li Lei with a smile: "I said Li Lei, is it interesting to chase me forty miles?"

"Hehe..." Li Lei could only smile awkwardly. He chased Beilong forty miles, and he couldn't catch up with him.

Fortunately, their Bingwang Camp was not a false reputation, so they chased him here based on the traces left by Beilong.

I thought he was left behind far away, so Beilong must have not noticed his tracking, but I didn't expect Beilong to know it long ago.

His martial arts coach is Yang Zhiyun, the eight horses in Qingcheng. He is a famous teacher, but he is not as good as a country hand...

You shouldn't be in [Shaolin Temple] in the countryside?

"You misunderstood. I have no other meaning. I just want to ask you..." Li Lei carefully considered the words because he heard Yang Zhiyun say that all the martial arts masters have strange tempers and turn against each other after a disagreement. If they were beaten to death by martial arts masters in such deep mountains and forests, they would be vain.

Since Bei Long can hit his head with a cigarette, he can hit his head with a dart. Li Lei dared not take this risk.

"The two guys you killed on the train today..." Li Lei looked at Beilong with anticipation: "Do you know what's going on with them? I mean, they are a bit like zombies in the movie..."

"Do you think they look like zombies?" Bei Long smiled and took out a cigarette to light it. Before the end of the world, he actually did not touch alcohol.

However, in the extremely harsh living environment of the apocalypse, the pressure of living was too great, so Beilong became addicted to smoking.

Although the better way to anesthetize yourself is to get drunk, getting drunk in the end times often means death.

He has become accustomed to smoking for twenty years, but fortunately, the harm of nicotine to his powerful body is completely negligible.
Chapter completed!