"Captain, we're here!"

"Chief, where are you talking?"

"Boss ......"

Just as Jiang Chengzong had a thought flashing through his mind, several loud voices interrupted his train of thought. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Looking sideways, several members of his own team squeezed open the door of the lounge with overlapping heads, and looked in at the doorway that was almost stacked into a mountain.

In the figure behind, there are also some reserve members of the station, and members of the second action team.

Jiang Chengzong's action team is the first squad of the Western District Garrison Brigade.

This is the same as his melancholy and handsome appearance in the past, which is one of the reasons why Qi Chao is so unpleasant.

Therefore, when Qi Chao came downstairs and saw that outside the practice building, on the incomparably spacious battle ground, Jiang Chengzong was preparing to learn from others, he was not in a hurry to inquire about the news and find someone.

From afar, he watched with his arms crossed.

Hehe, look at this look, another little white face.

This is the plan to build momentum for his son.

Qi Chao couldn't see Jiang Chengzong's approach, he was particular about his son's free-range, and if he wanted to withstand the tribulation, a man had to be tempered from all kinds of difficult environments.

Therefore, after his son's physical skill level 7, he kicked people out of the house.

It doesn't matter if he is a mercenary, or if he enters the garrison, anyway, he can support himself!

Although he was also quietly paying attention behind his back, Qi Chao never planned to take any action before his only son's life was in danger.

Thinking of his son who has been in the late stage of level 9 in physical skills, he may be expected to be the day after tomorrow before the age of 25.

By the way, this little white face that still needs to be carried by Lao Tzu and gently cared for at any time, Qi Chao felt an incomparable sense of pride in his heart.

Suddenly, Qi Chao thought of something, laughed twice, and quickly sent a few messages with the communicator.

Jiang Lao has a white face, my brother helped you pass on the name, so you don't have to thank me.

A few minutes later, outside the battle arena in the West District, there were quietly seven or eight more acquired powerhouses.

They were all districts of the garrison camp, and it was not the turn of the captains who went out of the city to hunt beasts.

In a few minutes, Peng Jizhong, who was guarding the western district, Yang Jinglong, the captain of the western district, and Xia Wenshi, the captain of the eastern district, arrived.

Qi Chao was a little shocked in his heart, he only greeted a few captain-level people, but he didn't notify Boss Peng.

A few people quietly inquired about each other, because they had restrained some of their breath, and they were far away, and the guards who were in a large circle over there did not notice that there were any more people.

Only the two uncles and nephews who were in the competition found a bunch of people not far away.

Jiang Chengzong didn't plan to end the training with his little niece right now, because he clearly sensed that under the condition that both of them were using the Jiang family's inherited sword skills.

Xiaoxi only showed entry-level sword skills, and in the sparring with himself, he made rapid progress as if he had absorbed nutrients.

This astonishing speed of progress made Jiang Chengzong reluctant to interrupt.

Gu Xi didn't care at all, even if in the information from the wind, among the comers, there were three more middle and future days that he had seen last time, and Gu Xi didn't pay attention to it.

In perception, there is neither hostility nor murderous intent, so don't care.

Not to mention that her uncle didn't stop, she also had a hazy understanding of the Jiang family's inherited sword skills in this situation where she used the same sword skills as her uncle to attack.

The Jiang family's inherited sword skills are related to water.

Gu Xi did not release the artistic conception of water that he had comprehended at this moment, which was less than one percent of his comprehension.

She continued, the practice of the two-style sword technique she had just learned yesterday.

These two moves, including the dripping sword technique, were displayed in the hands of his uncle, and he had a completely different feeling from himself.

It's not an artistic conception, but it's similar to an artistic conception.

In the venue, the sword shadow flickered, and the speed of the two of them did not increase too fast, but they only concentrated, fighting with the dripping sword technique, the curtain rain sword technique, and the thousand stacks of waves sword skills.

Jiang Chengzong increased the pressure little by little, gradually deepening the power of his sword skills.

Although it has not been blessed with the acquired Yuan power, it has gradually become more powerful.

In the venue, the water curtain has risen everywhere, the sound of waves, and the sparkling water waves that have deepened little by little, so that the onlookers can't help but retreat backwards to avoid the oppression of this powerful force.

"The sword of Lao Jiang's water is extremely strong, and it is possible to comprehend the artistic conception at any time!"

Yang Jinglong muttered in a low voice.

"Huh, is the artistic conception so easy to perceive?"

Qi Chao blurted out.

A few people next to him all looked at him with strange eyes, this guy is in a bit wrong today.

Xia Wenshi, who was good friends with Qi Chao, pulled him.

Seeing the fire in Yang Jinglong's eyes and his obviously unkind face, Qi Chao also felt that his condition was not right. If you are really unhappy, you will go directly to the field and fight with Jiang Baimian, and no one will say anything.

It is indeed not a man's act to ridicule others behind his back.

With a straightforward personality, he raised his fist and hugged it, and he was about to walk towards the middle of the field, planning to fight Jiang Baimian hard and vent his nameless irritability today.

A firm hand pressed against his shoulder.

Qi Chao knew that it should be his friend Xia Wenshi who was in his direction, so he turned his head strangely and looked over.

"Don't worry, you have to fight, go back when it's empty, I can't wait, I'll accompany you when I go back." ”

As he spoke, he didn't turn his head back, and looked directly at Xia Wenshi in the field with a solemn expression.

Qi Chao was also puzzled, and looked at the field seriously.

I saw that on the spacious battle field, the onlookers had been forced to retreat, and the vast and incomparably strong field blessed with the Yuan Energy Array was filled with mist.

In the mist and light, the shadow of the sword flickered.

The speed of the two people in the hand gradually increased, and the guards next to them could not see the moves of the fight at all, only the dozen or so of the acquired steps, they could barely see some clearly.

But gradually, they couldn't see it clearly.

The fog in the field was hazy, and the figures and sword shadows were getting faster and faster, and there were many afterimages. At this moment, the only ones who can see the situation in the field are the two level 13 captains and the level 14 guard.

Qi Chao also gradually rose from the field, and felt more and more strongly in the acquired pressure.

This Jiang Baimian is probably doing his best, no, he is just feeding his son.

This coercion is not worse than himself, this surnamed Jiang can't already be level 12 in physical skills, right?

Qi Chao's expression gradually became serious.

And on the other side, under the almost full strength of the acquired powerhouse, the little white face who is still holding each other safely is really, what he thinks, the son of the old white face?

It can't be his brother, right?

Glancing at it, his expression was very focused, and he couldn't take his eyes off the three masters of the garrison camp, Qi Chao was a little stunned.

They knew the little, no, the master.

Bang Bang Bang ~ Bang Bang ~

The sound of the water waves in the battle became louder and louder, and no one spoke near the training building of the entire garrison brigade. The surrounding water is heavy, as if in a place where the water is bursting.

The river flowed down in a hurry, suddenly encountered a boulder blocking the road, and the waves hit the stone for a while, splashing countless splashes, the sword intent was shocking, and the water was hazy.

The two uncles and nephews in the competition were completely immersed in the sword skills of water.

The various images around them were all unconsciously triggered by the sword momentum.

This Jiang family's sword skills are originally a set of innate sword skills to simplify, which contains the artistic conception of water, as long as the sword skills are cultivated to the perfection of the masterpiece, there is a certain chance to perceive the artistic conception of water.

It's not like a real innate sword skill, and you can only get started by feeling the artistic conception.

The threshold is lowered, but it is easy to learn but difficult to master.

After the two of them used the same sword skills, Gu Xi's sword skills that he only started with, and in the competition with his uncle, he gradually became a big one, and the water flow was combined, which could have formed a greater turbulent wave.

Inadvertently, Gu Xi could not perceive the artistic conception of water, and was hooked out by the sword power of water cultivated by his uncle for many years.

The two originate from the same source and learn from each other.

The two uncles and nephews fell into the perception of the artistic conception of water at the same time.

The ubiquitous "water" between heaven and earth gradually gathered, and countless water intentions rising from the ground were wrapped around the two people whose sword momentum had not stopped, making this battle blurry in the eyes of others.

This situation did not last long.

As the sound of the water in the venue was mixed with a deafening roar, the water in the field gradually subsided.

Gu Xi had a handsome little face, holding a sword expressionlessly, and stood by his uncle's side.