"Big brother, how's it going?"

Seeing that the soldiers had left, behind the old man in the cell, another one-eyed jailer approached, saw the slowly closing door of the dungeon, and asked with a strange smile.

"What else? As usual! The time has not yet come, so we can only continue to wait!"

The old man's cold voice came out, and compared to the flattering gesture just now, it was a world of difference.

He looked back at the other two behind him, a one-eyed dragon, one with his right arm severed, and counting himself, the three of them were the guards guarding the dungeon, all of them were old and immortal, weak or crippled.

It's not just them, all the guards in these six dungeons are like this, they are all poor people who are hopeless in them, and only people like them who are not threatening can come out of that prison and guard this crypt.

Of course, people like them will be more convenient to deal with in the future.

The cell boss looked at the closed door of the dungeon, sneered, then turned and walked towards the dungeon, walked to the door of one of the cells, raised his hand and took out the key to open the cell door, and sneered at the boy curled up inside: "Don't pretend, come out, it's time to work." ”

On the other hand, the patrol guards who continued to patrol the various parts of the city had already arrived on the other side of the city, and it had to be said that leaving the dark and damp dungeon did make them feel a lot more relieved.

Except for the desperate, no one really wants to stay in that kind of hell place.

"General, it's already the third watch, do I still need to inspect the urn city?"

As the group of soldiers walked, one of them, who was obviously older, walked two quick steps and whispered at the side of General Narin.

"We are only responsible for the six prisons in the city, and those from the seventh battalion are responsible for patrolling the city walls and urn cities......"

General Qi glanced at the soldier behind him, and his words were not as arrogant as he was in the dungeon just now, unlike those prisoners, these were his real colleagues in front of him.

Perhaps, on the battlefield in the future, these are the people who are watching and helping him, that is, the genus of the robe, and how can he be disgusted by words.

"Just now, the cell boss got a jar of pear blossom brew that is a few years old, I will take a pot, and you will divide the rest. ”

"General Xie!"

Hearing General Qi's words, Mo said that the soldier who opened his mouth, even the eyes of the many armor soldiers who followed behind lit up, and they all smiled and couldn't close their mouths.

It was already late at night, and the soldiers patrolling the city also returned to the barracks, and as the general who led the patrol of the city, Na Qi Zhou naturally had his own barracks, which was obviously much better than ordinary soldiers.

If he had been touring the city on weekdays, he would have fallen asleep to death, but today, after removing a piece of armor, he sat on the bed with a solemn face, staring at the blood-red crystal that was no more than a finger long in front of him.

That crystal was much larger than an ordinary spirit stone, and its whole body exuded a blood-red light, and under the reflection of the fire candles in the barracks, it was like a crystal clear, which made people unable to take their eyes off.

However, compared with ordinary crystals, there is a rich bloody aura on this crystal, as if it has been soaked in blood for many years, and vaguely, it seems that one after another wailing figures can be seen from the bright color, which is obviously not a good thing.

Taking a deep breath, Qi Zhou looked at the blood-colored crystal in front of him, and his brows seemed to be slightly furrowed.

This blood crystal was what the old man in the dungeon had secretly handed over to him, and it was obviously not the first time that the tacit understanding between the two of them had been.

This kind of thing is just like its appearance, called blood crystal by the old man, how this thing is made, Qi Zhou doesn't know, but Qi Zhou knows a little, this crystal contains pure human blood, for warriors like them who practice military exercises, it is definitely a great supplement.

In the eyes of the world, most of the exercises of the military are not superior, but it is these secret techniques in the army that are not of high rank, but they are often able to beat those noble young masters who practice in the family.

This is not surprising, most of the exercises inherited in the army are fierce and domineering, all of them are iron-blooded Xuangong, and those who practice those secret arts, all those who have achieved something are fierce generals who have fought on the battlefield and survived in blood.

And the warriors in the family, even if they have the accumulation of resources in the clan and the experience inheritance of the elders, if they don't walk and experience in the world, they are only talking on paper after all.

Pulling a warrior who returned from the battlefield and a young master among the warriors together, before he could do it, the blood that had been stained by seeing blood all the year round had already won three points above the momentum, and when he handed it over, those embroidered pillows were naturally hung up and smoked.

And Qi Zhou, as a soldier who has been stationed in the Demon Pass for many years, although he is not a fierce general, he can be a small commander who can command a soldier, and he has already decided that his cultivation is naturally not weak.

And what he practiced was naturally a military exercise, although it was not a top-notch secret technique, but under his years of hard work, he could barely be regarded as entering the hall.

It's just that when his realm has accumulated to a certain level, no matter how he cultivates and polishes, he can't break through that thin barrier for a long time, which is the bottleneck dilemma in the martial arts.

Qi Zhou was originally a strong person, although he was respected as General Qi by his soldiers, but he also knew in his heart that he was far from worthy of the title of "general" whether it was cultivation or official position.

Most of the generals in the dynasty are the main generals who command an army, even if they are slightly inferior, the deputy generals under the main general's seat, the partial generals in the tent, and the tooth generals in front of the pass, which one is not a wrist to the sky, a person who responds to a hundred calls, and his ability is still far behind.

But Qi Zhou didn't care, he knew that there was a big gap between himself and the real general, but he thought that with his diligent practice, sooner or later he would be able to take charge of the military and become a real general.

However, there is a gap between reality and imagination, when Qi Zhou fell into a bottleneck, no matter what method he used, meditating and cultivating, honing his state of mind, and even fighting with monsters to hover between life and death, he could not step on that threshold after all.

Seeing that he was getting older and older, Qi Zhou couldn't help but get anxious, although his age was not too old, but he was different from those ordinary martial artists, he was born in the army, but he didn't have so much time to waste.