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253 Ninja! Fight!

The lively long street, the majestic mansion, and two scratches on the ground that are more than ten meters long. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The wear-resistant warrior uniform, in the fierce long slide, the cloth at the knee has already been completely ground.

In the open space in front of this relatively open mansion, passers-by not far away looked at the energy of kneeling and kowtowing in amazement.

One sound, one sound, one sound......

The head hits the ground as loudly as a drum being struck with a hammer.

Qian Cheng's smile suddenly froze when he looked at the ground, and his neck seemed to be filled with a steel drill, and he slowly raised it little by little, looking at the young man kneeling in front of him with his forehead like a drum.

A pair of eyes with a lot of deterioration in eyesight had to squint and poke his neck forward to look at the kowtower.

"Dry ...... Energetic ......"

The frozen smile on Qiancheng's face was like melting ice and snow in an instant, and the wrinkles that went deep into the trench quickly spread out in all directions, and the arms on his legs trembled and lifted a little to touch the energy of raising his head in front of him.

Energetic, yes!

Qiancheng's arms trembled even more violently, could it be that he was dreaming again? In the past three years, I don't know how many times I have dreamed of my son coming back, and the frustrated son, with his heroic posture, walked out of the shadow of the failure of the awakening of the bloodline power, became a real warrior, and returned to the Qianjia family again.

The hands that are rough like the bark of an old tree, gently holding the dry face, the real touch through the skin to transmit a little warmth.

"Dad......"

He looked up at his father, who was sitting on a stone bar in front of the door, three years, three years! Compared with three years ago, his father seemed to be ten years older, and the years seemed to be chiseled with a knife, leaving deep trenches on his face.

Qiancheng really wanted to ask Qianjin, who was holding his face in both hands, 'Is it really you?'

It's a pity that the bond between the father and the son doesn't need to say that useless nonsense at all, and when the son is really close, even if he doesn't need to open his eyes, he can know that this is his son.

In this Zhence Dynasty, there will never be a second person who will kneel in front of his own horseman, except for his own son!

Three years, if it is just physical exertion, it is impossible for people to become so old and mentally exhausted......

"You're back so soon?" Qiancheng's shriveled eyes had a little more moisture, and his old hand, which was as rough as tree bark, gently patted Qianjin's shoulder: "Stand up and show Dad, how have you been in the past few years." ”

Qianjin slowly stood up with his hands on the ground, Qiancheng nodded lightly with a pleased smile on his face, he hadn't seen him for a few years, he had grown taller, his body had become stronger than before, and his body had an indescribable vigorous atmosphere.

"Good, that's good. ”

Qiancheng squinted his eyes and nodded, as long as his son is promising, as long as his son is happy, then as a father, it is worth anything!

I don't know how much I want to say, looking at my father's happy eyes, I don't know where to start for a while.

"This is the dry old man, right? I'm a good friend, and I can't break the wind. ”

"Burning Songs. ”

"Cheklet. ”

Simple registration, tall and heroic, revealing a compelling vigorous atmosphere, Qiancheng's eyes are more happy, he has been in the Qianjia for a long time, even if he is not a warrior, he can have a good vision, these three young people, at a glance, know that they are not ordinary young warriors.

"Dad, I'm here to pick you up this time. Qianjin squatted down and clasped Qiancheng's arm with both hands: "I am now a warrior of the Torrent Battle Fort of Eternal Stream City, and at the same time a warrior cadet of the Conquest War Academy, I have become an excellent warrior......"

"What about Qiancheng? Quickly bring me the horse, delay my rush to report, I can't kill you! Do you still have time to chat there? Don't forget your identity!"

The proud voice sounded loudly from the door of the Qianjia mansion, and it interrupted Qianjin's words.

Energetic looked up at the young man standing at the entrance of the giant mansion, the purple warrior uniform clinging to his body, outlining the lines of the muscular explosiveness, and a giant sword half a foot wide and four feet long hanging from his waist.

Look down! Raise your head, just look down with a little corner of your eye, as if looking down at ants on the ground.

This is the unique gaze of the Qianjia, and the Qianjin is no stranger to this kind of gaze. The powerful bloodline of the Elf King, in the long river of time, glory has long been imprinted in the soul of everyone in the Qian family, and pride and pride have long been engraved in the bones.

Dry!

Qianjin recognized the young soldier of the Qianjia family in front of him, a child of the Qianjia family of the same age as Qianli! Oh, that's right! Now it can no longer be called Qianji, but should be called Qianwuji!

In this generation, the Qianjia warriors whose bloodline power has awakened will add a wordless in the middle of their names!

With slender black eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and a wide forehead, Qian Wuji's whole body exuded a sharp aura like a blade.

"Huh?" Qian Wuji's slender eyebrows like a whip raised: "Isn't this energy? Why can't you get along outside? Do you want to go back to Qian's house to beg for food?"

Qianjin smiled, the people of the Elven King bloodline family, who are so powerful that they are almost invincible, have received this kind of education since they were young, and the Qianjia will always be the best and the strongest! To be able to become a child of the Qianjia family and to be able to serve the bloodline warriors of the Qianjia family is the highest glory.

"Laughing at what?"

Qian Wuji looked at Qianjin's calm and even mocking smile, and his heart felt as if he had been whipped, which was very uncomfortable.

This kind of expression, this kind of expression is not unfamiliar! Qian Wuji carefully looked at Qianjin, when he was a child, everyone was a descendant of the branch, and when he lived together in the outer courtyard, when he entangled several peers to join forces to beat Qianli, the passing Qianjin also had this kind of smile.

"It's a man and it's one-on-one. ”

At that time, a vigorous sentence knocked several peers to the ground, and the smile left was still that calm, even mocking.

That's right! That's it! Qian Wuji's hands clenched into fists little by little, and this is the kind of smile he hates the most in his life! In the past six months since he became a bloodline warrior, he has not received this kind of look from other Elven King bloodline warriors in the Qianjia family.

Disdain! Despise!

The Bloodline warriors of the Elven King awakened during the ceremony looked down on me...... Qian Wuji inhaled a deep breath of turbid qi into his body, and looked at Qian Jin with his chest rising and falling violently, what qualifications do you have for a person like you who can't even awaken the power of the bloodline?

"Qiancheng, what are you still squatting there for, do you want to be whipped?" Qian Wuji suddenly raised his voice and roared: "Hurry up and get over here, and be a horse for Lao Tzu." ”

Qian Cheng hurriedly pressed his knees with both hands to support his body, but he felt that Qian's big hands pressing on his shoulders were full of strength.

Get out of the whip? Qianjin raised his head slightly, looked at Qian Wuji coldly, and the courtyard gate behind him that looked like a giant beast, is this how his father was treated in the Qian's family?

It's not a difficult thing to do, and it's enough to fight as soon as the fighting spirit explodes, but this time I'm here to pick up my father......

The real filial piety is to take the father out of the dry family safely, not to do it for this sentence. Most of the things in this world are not worth the man to bend down with a straight waist, and the matter of father and mother, even if he kneels down on the knee containing ten thousand taels of gold, is just as worthwhile!

"Dad, don't do it in the Qianjia anymore. Qianjin shook his head slightly: "Come with me, let's go live somewhere else." ”

Qian Wuji collided with Qianjin's cold eye contact, his heart was like being hit by a heavy hammer, he subconsciously shook his body, and his raised steps did not retreat under the pride and glory of the Elf King's bloodline, but slowly put it back to its original position.

Walking? Qianwuji's heart was irritable for a while, his knees bent slightly, and with the rotation of his ankles, he leaned in front of the road where Qianjin left: "Go? What kind of place are you going to be a Qianjia? You can come if you want, you can leave if you want? Qiancheng is the old slave of the Qianjia, you can pick it up if you say you can take it away?"

Qianjin looked at Qian Wuji calmly, and at any other time, even if the location did not need to change, he would still throw a fist in his face unceremoniously at the gate of this Qian's house, letting him know what the price of arrogance was.

But not today! Picking up my father is the most important thing!

Qianjin took a deep breath: "Qianwuji, I remember the family rules of the Qian's family, and there is no such thing as not allowing the children of the Qian's family to leave the Qian's family, right?"

"Don't talk to me about house rules. The five fingers of Qian Wuji's right hand spread out and waved vigorously in the air: "You are no longer a member of the Qian family, and you are not qualified to tell me the family rules of our Qian family." Qiancheng, you still don't want to roll over for me......"

Qian Wuji's right hand suddenly changed in the air, and the five fingers bent in unison like the claws of a giant eagle, and as the fighting spirit and strength instantly climbed, there was a crackling explosion sound at the knuckles, falling from the air to Qiancheng's left shoulder!

This grasp is so powerful that it is an ordinary person's shoulder, even if it is a piece of wood, Qian Wuji's fingers can scratch it alive.

Broken bones! Qian Wuji was angry in his heart that he almost made a timid retreat under the pressure of Qianjin's gaze, and did it! Only by using his hands, scratching his father's shoulder bone in front of Qianjin, could he wash away the shame that arose at that moment.

Looking for death! The heart that suppressed his anger exploded instantly, and no one could watch his father being beaten!

The energy is even more impossible, the shoulders shook slightly as if an electric current was passing through the body, the arms were raised high in a shake, and the wrists turned the palms from the outside to the inside at the same time!

In an instant, Qian Wuji's heart was beating wildly, and the energetic arm in his eyes was like a foraging poisonous snake, as if the beast fighting technique was a real beast, and it had not been processed into the most primitive state of the beast fighting technique.