It's clearly a crossover game, but the system insists it's a pirate game.

Chapter 127 Slacking off, Gathering Information, and Infiltrating

There are uses for cannon fodder. For example, when fighting for territory, it is inevitable to fight with other forces. At this time, cannon fodder is to charge ahead.

People like Zhou Ye, who are tall and strong, are considered high-level cannon fodder, so they usually charge in the second wave. Zhou Ye found it quite interesting, like a movie, so he didn't go on a killing spree, but instead took advantage of the chaos. Even so, after three battles, he became a high-ranking member of the cannon fodder team, commanding thirty cannon fodder under his command.

In this world, merit can indeed lead to promotion. Just for this reason, Zhou Ye's impression of Xiong Ba improved even more. As long as that guy doesn't provoke him in the future, there's no need to kill him.

These thirty cannon fodder under his command were all martial arts practitioners, but their aptitude was too poor. They only had a little bit of internal strength, making it difficult for them to even use light footwork. But no matter, Zhou Ye took out the Blood Bodhi and fed one to each of them, instantly turning them into third-rate experts.

These thirty people were completely devoted to Zhou Ye. Even if they made a contribution, they would not go anywhere else but would follow Zhou Ye to the death.

Their team's contributions grew with each battle, and the number of cannon fodder under Zhou Ye's command also increased. They even gained some autonomy in their actions. For example, today the World Society decided to sweep six venues, but these six venues were not swept one by one. Instead, they were swept by a group of people, so naturally, they had to be divided into six teams.

Zhou Ye didn't stand on ceremony and immediately picked the most difficult one. Then, amidst the wary gazes of the other leaders, he led his men away in a roar.

"This Zhou Ye has no manners at all; he completely disregards us!"

"There's nothing we can do about it, he's a real fighter. And it's not just him, his men are too."

"It's alright. In a while, the gang leader will be establishing three brand new branches. We don't know how they will be allocated then."

"Three branches? It seems those three young masters are preparing to take over."

"Isn't she a bit too young?"

"They're all the leader's personal disciples, so what's wrong with their age?"

The apprenticeship ceremony was a private affair, but the establishment of the three new halls was a major event for the World Society, so a special auspicious day was chosen for the ceremony.

At Zhou Ye's level, he could only stand in the middle or back row. Xiong Ba and the others were high above him, and all they could see when they looked down were heads. Seeing him establish three branches with great confidence, Zhou Ye stroked his chin and revealed a slight smile.

Cloud-Dispelling Palm, Wind God Leg, Heavenly Frost Fist.

These three martial arts techniques were originally revealed from Xiong Ba. His family studied them for a long time before Xiao Feng began to learn them, but he learned them very cautiously.

Now that even three tiny toddlers can learn, is there some kind of trick to it?

If you master the tricks, can't your own kids practice directly too?

Coincidentally, because he and his team had made too many contributions, they were ostracized, and all the missions to go out and fight were taken away by others. He could only stay at headquarters with his men to guard the gate.

Great, we have plenty of time!

There's not much to say. As the lowest-ranking cannon fodder, there's still a lot of work to do, and I'm not even qualified to be assigned to one of the three new branches.

But does it matter?

Zhou Ye watched the young man humming as he practiced the Heavenly Frost Fist, then stepped out of the darkness and said, "You're not practicing it correctly."

Qin Shuang was stunned. He frowned and looked at Zhou Ye: "Who are you?"

"Never mind who I am, your Heavenly Frost Fist technique is so awkward. If you keep going like this, you won't achieve anything. First, tell me, how is your internal energy circulating?"

"Can you?"

Zhou Ye smiled slightly, raised his hand and waved it casually. A gust of wind blew between the two of them. Qin Shuang's eyes widened immediately, and then he quickly realized that this expert must be a secret master under his master's command.

So he didn't think too much about it and simply told everyone his training formulas and the route of his internal energy circulation.

Zhou Ye nodded, secretly hung up the Den Den Mushi, and then sighed, "The incantation is correct, and the energy flow path is correct, but why does your usage feel different from the gang leader's?"

Qin Shuang was also troubled: "Yeah, I always feel like what I'm practicing is so difficult."

Zhou Ye clapped his hands: "Although I don't know the Heavenly Frost Fist, I know that the gang leader's fists are very hard. So I suggest that you don't rush to achieve results. First, develop a pair of iron fists, then strengthen your internal strength accumulation, and finally combine the two."

Qin Shuang's eyes lit up: "Yes, thank you, senior!"

"Master Qin, please don't be so polite. You can start practicing. Oh, and remember to eat more so you can have the strength to practice."

"Yes, I will do my best, senior!"

Zhou Ye left, but not too far. He turned around and went to where Nie Feng was practicing. Seeing the young man jumping around, he burst out laughing.

"Who?"

Nie Feng wasn't stupid; when he saw Zhou Ye walk out, his eyes were full of vigilance.

"Master Nie Feng, your Wind God Leg technique looks like a frog's."

Nie Feng's face flushed red: "Who exactly are you? What business is it of yours how well I practice?"

"My name is Zhou Ye, and I am Hall Master Nie. Watch closely."

shave!

Zhou Ye's figure flashed back and forth in place, leaving more than a dozen afterimages in front of Nie Feng's eyes. His expression was similar to Qin Shuang's: "This—this—"

"Lightness skill is all about training your legs. Without strength in your legs, no lightness skill can be considered high-level. Master Nie, your Wind God Leg technique is unprofessional."

"Yeah?"

Nie Feng glanced at Zhou Ye: "Please give me your guidance, senior."

As usual, after reciting the incantation and the movement path, Zhou Ye nodded and then instructed him to add weight during practice.

A true teaching can be conveyed in a single sentence, while a false teaching can fill countless volumes.

Nie Feng was a good kid. Zhou Ye thanked him profusely and then slipped away, heading to the place where Bu Jingyun practiced his martial arts.

Unlike the previous two, he didn't panic when he saw Zhou Ye appear. He didn't even show any expression. He just stared intently at Zhou Ye.

"Master Bu, my name is Zhou Ye. I've come here to see if there's anything I can help you with."

"unnecessary!"

Zhou Ye smiled slightly: "I just came from Hall Master Qin and Hall Master Nie's place, and I gave them a few pointers. Since you don't need them here, then I—"

"How can I give you guidance?"

Despite his young age and arrogant expression, he possessed an extremely strong competitive spirit, and thus, he also acquired the incantation and energy circulation route of the Heavenly Frost Fist.

And so, every night, Zhou Ye would appear on time to give the three hall masters guidance or practice techniques. The three of them assumed that this was Xiong Ba's order, so none of them said anything, and no one noticed Zhou Ye's actions.

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