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Chapter 147 [146] I Brought My Fists

Yu Xianglong saw Cheng Han's confusion and explained, "If you can touch the essence of the bizarre, it means your understanding of the spiritual realm has reached a very high level.

"Once you enter the Black Armor Army, you will discover how huge the benefits are…"

The Deputy Director stopped halfway and suddenly looked at Qian Qingqing and her younger brother: "I'm sorry, Miss Qingqing, and Mr. Changyun, my next words may involve internal secrets of the Black Armor Army."

Qian Qingqing understood instantly: "We'll go to the backyard to avoid it first. Please, take your time to talk."

The little boy, Qian Changyun, was somewhat shaken when he suddenly heard the title "Mr." from a Deputy Director.

It wasn't until his sister tugged at his arm that the child reacted and quickly followed her.

After entering the backyard.

Qian Changyun couldn't help but exclaim, "I never thought I would be addressed as 'Mr.' by a Director."

Qian Qingqing glanced at him sideways, interrupting his self-admiration: "Director Yu is doing it for Cheng Han's sake, otherwise he wouldn't even give you a proper look."

Qian Changyun habitually retorted: "No need to remind me, I understand very well."

The little girl beckoned to him: "Come here, practice gunnery with me."

Qian Changyun was a little confused: "Practice gunnery?"

He saw his sister holding a long tree branch, waving it around and making "whooshing" sounds, and then he understood: "No wonder there were always strange noises in the house last night, so you were the one causing trouble."

The little boy vaguely remembered hearing the whistling sound hazily until he was almost asleep.

In that case, could it be that his sister practiced until the middle of the night?

Is she crazy, playing with a tree branch for half the night?!

Qian Changyun didn't dare to ask, but changed the question: "You call this a gun?"

Qian Qingqing glared at him: "Why isn't this a gun? This is what Cheng Han said!"

Qian Changyun felt his worldview had been impacted and wanted to say, "If a broken tree branch is called a gun, wouldn't pulling a blade of grass make me a meteor hammer."

But the little boy opened his mouth and ultimately did not retort.

Brother-in-law is a genius, so he shouldn't be wrong. It seems that my thinking is too narrow.

The little girl threw a wooden stick over and shouted: "Hold it up!"

Qian Changyun found it extremely boring, but he didn't dare to disobey, so he obediently did as he was told.

Although he didn't dare to be angry, he dared to speak: "I say, aren't you just too bored…"

Before he finished speaking.

He stopped.

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"

Three consecutive sounds rang out.

"Snap! Snap! Snap!"

Qian Changyun clearly felt the tip of the wooden stick in his hand being struck three times quickly.

This was not a simple matter.

Because the wooden stick would swing greatly after being struck once, and his sister could still hit it, this accuracy was obviously extraordinary.

The child was immediately startled: "Sis, you seem to be quite good at this!"

Qian Qingqing shook her head: "I'm too weak."

Last night, she heard that "her strength was similar to that of a patrol leader," and she was quite excited.

She thought about it carefully for a long time at night and became deeply suspicious.

Every patrol leader has practiced for decades, but I haven't seriously cultivated for a single day. Can I really be compared to a patrol leader?

I'm afraid a patrol leader could beat me to a pulp even with one hand tied behind their back!

Cheng Han must be comforting me!

The little girl secretly decided that she was so weak, how could swinging a gun three thousand times a day be enough?

At least five thousand times!

Qian Changyun stared at his sister, stating with certainty: "Sis, I secretly watched the patrolmen practice a few times, and their accuracy is definitely not as good as yours."

Qian Qingqing didn't believe even his punctuation marks: "Nonsense! I only practiced for one night. Which patrolman hasn't practiced for more than ten years? They can definitely do it easily."

Qian Changyun cried out, "Wow! You can reach this level after just one night. So you're actually a genius too."

The little girl said seriously: "No, I'm not a genius, I'm very weak."

She shouted: "Focus! No talking!"

"Swoosh!"

The tree branch swept over like a nimble snake.

"Snap!"

The wooden stick was struck again.

Qian Changyun had no choice but to shut his mouth.

"Swoosh! Swoosh!"

Two more sounds.

Upon closer observation, it could be clearly seen that the tip of the tree branch in the little girl's hand was trembling rapidly.

This was not random shaking.

But had an extremely stable rhythm.

Anyone with some understanding of the Nine Yuan Martial Arts could tell at a glance that not every patrol leader could master such a technique.

Five minutes later.

"Snap!"

The wooden stick in Qian Changyun's hand snapped in half.

The child glanced at the cross-section and was a little impressed: "Sis, you're really amazing."

This wooden stick was as thick as two fingers, and it was definitely not easy to break it without applying too much force.

And his sister hit the same spot every time to achieve this.

Could an ordinary person do this?

Qian Qingqing shook her head again: "No, I'm very weak."

Qian Changyun gave up trying to persuade her and just curled his lips: "My hand is a little sore. Can we take a break?"

The little girl's tone was firm: "No! Practice for another ten minutes!"

She paused and added: "I wasted more than ten years before, and I have to work harder!"

Qian Changyun couldn't afford to offend his sister, so he replied: "Okay."

The child couldn't help but complain in his heart: How old are you? You wasted more than ten years? Could you have started cultivating from your mother's womb?

*

Front yard.

Cheng Han saw off the two visitors.

He recalled the information Yu Xianglong revealed and muttered, "'Eight Great Refinement God Rune Imprints'? Interesting!"

According to Deputy Director Yu, this was a secret method within the Black Armor Army, and also a method to reach the path of the Xuan Warrior.

According to the records of the past hundreds of years, all warriors who cultivated all eight rune imprints were promoted to Xuan Warriors.

And forty percent of them had one thing in common—they touched the "essence" of the bizarre.

Cheng Han muttered secretly, "When cultivating the Refinement God Rune Imprints in the future, it seems I have to hold back a bit and not be too exaggerated."

He took a few steps towards the backyard and caught Qian Qingqing's voice.

"I'm very weak… Practice for another ten minutes!"

The corner of Cheng Han's mouth twitched.

The Valkyrie Seal is an unimaginably magical existence. If she insisted on swinging the gun three thousand times a day, it would be enough to beat the patrol leader to the ground in at most three months.

But he thought about it and didn't correct the little girl's "prejudice."

Let her continue to maintain the mentality of a weak person. On the one hand, she would have more motivation to work hard, and on the other hand, she could often have a humble heart.

Nothing wrong with that!

*

Qinglin City.

North of the city.

The leader of the Blue Banner Demon Extermination Group, Qu Xiaoying, learned an astonishing piece of news from a hidden information channel.

The Deputy Commandant of the Third Combat Regiment of the Black Armor Army, Qiu Jian, was actually executed!

And the broker who sold the information, for the sake of sixty silver coins, told the story in great detail:

"After the 'Squad Leader Suicide' incident, the Black Armor Army used mind-detecting instruments to conduct a comprehensive investigation, confirming that the revelations were all true.

"Qiu Jian was indeed guilty of many evils. He also secretly controlled a chamber of commerce. In order to eliminate competitors, he ordered his men to kill at least thirty civilians.

"Those two squad leaders were not good birds either. Among the warriors who worked for Qiu Jian, these two were the most ruthless and killed the most civilians.

"After the investigation result was reported to the Xuan Pavilion, the instructions were transmitted back in just half an hour. The Xuan Pavilion only replied with two words—Immediate Execution!

"Half an hour later, last night, in front of hundreds of warriors, Qiu Jian was beheaded…"

Qu Xiaoying's emotions were quite complicated.

How ridiculous that I thought you were going to forcibly kill Qiu Jian, but I didn't expect you to just use some means to easily behead Qiu Jian.

Is this how Xuan Masters do things?

Although you possess awe-inspiring strength, you don't completely rely on violence, but rely more on wisdom to solve problems.

In addition to shock, Qu Xiaoying also had a deep sense of "being taught."

The broker also provided a message: "During the interrogation, Qiu Jian implicated some other people's misdeeds. The Black Armor Army didn't want the situation to expand and fully accelerated the interrogation."

"This guy tried to survive by forcing others to rescue him, but he died even faster, but this also led to several people being dismissed, including the commandant of the Third Combat Regiment…"

Qu Xiaoying listened with secret admiration.

Your methods are too clever.

Not only did you kill Qiu Jian, but you also cleaned up a batch of garbage, causing chaos within the Black Armor Army. The most important thing is that you yourself were unscathed.

Qu Xiaoying left the tavern that sold information and detoured to a blacksmith shop.

Last time, the female leader sneaked into Qinglin City in the dark and specially customized three "arrowhead sword spears" here, which were the strange weapons you pointed out.

Although she didn't understand why you wanted to do this.

But whatever you say is what it is, and she just needs to obey.

The craftsman said, "The manufacturing difficulty of this arrowhead sword spear is greater than I expected. Ninety silver coins a piece is a more reasonable price."

This price was slightly higher than the previous estimate.

Qu Xiaoying didn't bargain and readily agreed: "Okay!"

The craftsman's old face showed a chrysanthemum-like smile: "If it breaks, I'll only charge half price for repairs."

Subsequently.

An unexpected thing happened.

The moment Qu Xiaoying took the arrowhead sword spear, an unspeakable feeling suddenly surged in her heart, and goosebumps appeared on her arms.

In order to hide the abnormality, she hurriedly left the blacksmith shop.

A few seconds later.

A low laugh suddenly sounded in the female leader's mind: "Did you feel it?"

This was naturally Cheng Han.

Qu Xiaoying was shocked and immediately asked excitedly: "Your Excellency, is this… the power of the ancestors?"

The arrowhead sword spear gave her an incredibly familiar and strange feeling. Besides the power of the ancestors, she couldn't think of a second answer.

Cheng Han sighed: "In ancient times, the female warriors of Arson held arrowhead sword spears and launched suicidal charges towards powerful enemies, and then smeared the enemy's blood on their foreheads as the glory of the victors."

Qu Xiaoying didn't know why, but when she heard the word "Arson," she felt like she was about to cry: "Your Excellency, are my ancestors Arsonians?"

Cheng Han replied: "Yes! The glory of Arson has been flowing deep in your bloodline."

Qu Xiaoying calmed down her excitement and asked, "Your Excellency, how can I retrieve the power of my ancestors?"

Cheng Han uttered three words: "Swing the gun!"

Qu Xiaoying recited piously: "Your Excellency, thank you for your guidance. The arrowhead sword spear in my hand will always fight for you!"

Cheng Han added: "The matter of Qiu Jian should have let many people know about you. In the future, someone may try to contact you. Be prepared."

Qu Xiaoying was stunned for a moment and asked: "Please instruct me, is it the official or some… shady guys."

The so-called "shady guys" were of course the heretical god believers.

Cheng Han did not answer and directly disconnected the connection.

His other purpose in designing to deal with Qiu Jian this time was to fish.

As for the bait, it was naturally the female leader.

*

Two days later.

Cheng Han met an acquaintance.

The Deputy Commandant of the Second Combat Regiment of the Black Armor Army—Tie Feng.

Undoubtedly.

He was here this time to shoulder the "welcoming new recruits" responsibility.

And with the status of Deputy Commandant, personally coming to pick up a new recruit to report to the Black Mountain Camp, this was definitely an extraordinary high standard.

Tie Feng did not step into the Qian family's gate, but just stood in the front yard and smiled: "Boy, are you ready?"

Cheng Han stood upright at the door and nodded: "Of course!"

Tie Feng looked him up and down a few times and asked strangely, "Aren't you bringing anything?"

Cheng Han clenched his fist and grinned: "I brought a pair of fists."

According to the information revealed by Yu Xianglong, the reporting process of new warriors was itself a kind of experience, and also a test of the Black Armor Army.

In the past years' experiences, there were a lot of new recruits who were made to look embarrassed, and there were not a few people who were injured or even seriously injured.

Tie Feng gave a thumbs up with an admiring look: "Good boy!"