A familiar secretary in the Red Wolf Mercenary Group found Chu Qianxun, "Qianxun, the head of the regiment called you to come over."
The head of the Red Wolf, Han Ao, was in his early thirties, he was steady and fair, and he was very prestigious in the team. Because he formulated rules and regulations that prohibit forced bullying of female members and other protection team members, a large number of female saints in the base chose to join the Red Wolf Legion.
At this moment, he was wearing light armor, with a special round-blade metal weapon hanging around his waist. He was sitting on the martial arts field at the Red Wolf's station, reading a document about Chu Qianxun.
Behind him stood a tall, burly man, wearing heavy armor, holding a huge shield, and a long sword on his shoulders. On the left is a young woman with scars and an indifferent expression, and on the right is a short and thin old man squatting on the ground.
These four people are the strongest team in the Red Wolf Corps, they are the Saints of Metal, Defense, Space, and Spirit.
When Chu Qianxun came, Han Ao had just learned the basic situation of Chu Qianxun from the document in his hand. He has basically no impression of this young master who has been in his corps for two or three years and has only recently appeared out of nowhere.
Since Wang Dazhi's accidental death, the relatively high-level members of the team he was in charge of have been recruited and divided up by the captains of other teams. Until recently, Red Wolf was preparing to cooperate with the city owner to start preparing for large-scale group operations, when counting the number of people and planning strategies. Only then did Han Ao realize that there was an extra idle person like Chu Qianxun.
"You, what stage are you in now?" Han Ao looked at the young woman in strong suit, standing in front of him with a pair of knives across his waist, a little unsure of her level.
"Head of the regiment, I rose to the sixth rank not long ago." Chu Qianxun said.
The soldiers around Han Ao exchanged surprised glances. Within the Red Wolf, only the head of the group, Han Ao, is a seventh-order saint, and the rest of the masters are only at the top of sixth-order. When did a sixth-order saint appear in the team, but they didn't notice it.
Han Ao glanced at the skinny old man squatting beside him, "Old Wu."
Old Wu looked at Chu Qianxun, a pair of small eyes suddenly lit up with a dark red light on his wrinkled face.
Chu Qianxun's legs straddled, his upper body leaned forward slightly, and he looked at him without fear. In general perception, spiritual saints do not have a combat advantage when facing monsters. But in the competition among the same kind, the spiritual saints of the same level often have an overwhelming advantage over other powers.
What's more, Old Wu, who was in the middle of the sixth rank, was half-rank higher than Chu Qianxun. Some of the fighters on the scene were waiting to see the new strong man fall in front of Lao Wu.
After a few minutes, the red glow in Old Wu's eyes subsided, he stood up and clasped his fists towards Chu Qianxun, then retreated to the back.
This gesture basically meant admitting defeat, or at least acknowledging Chu Qianxun's ability.
Chu Qianxun bowed his head in return.
The people around were buzzing. Those who can stand near Han Ao are all his close people and the backbone of the Corps. Most people have lingering fears about Lao Wu's mental control. Seeing that Chu Qianxun, who had just risen to the sixth rank, was able to retreat in front of Lao Wu without changing his face, he felt a little incredible.
The big man behind Han Ao stepped out,
"Sister, I didn't want to do it with a woman. But if I don't do it, it will be Xianxian's turn to do it." He pointed to the woman with scars all over her face, "Her space system ability, if you accidentally touch a little bit, you will be short of arms. It’s too unfriendly for the legs. Let’s learn from each other and let everyone see your abilities.”
There was a commotion all around.
"Tie Nan, look at the stature of other girls, are you a big man so embarrassed to start?"
"Haha, I think it's better to be slender, don't scare other girls away."
The man nicknamed Iron Man scratched his head a little embarrassedly, "Don't be afraid, girl, we'll just stop there, I'll be careful."
What he meant in his words was that he tacitly placed himself in a position stronger than Chu Qianxun.
Chu Qianxun knew that this was what the team wanted to test her true level.
After being with Ye Peitian, Chu Qianxun's actions became more "alone", basically going out alone to hunt demons. In addition to large-scale battles, she has never participated in any small team activities. She is only a name in the corps, and she does not plan to be too deeply involved in the future.
But that didn't mean that Chu Qianxun wanted to lose in front of so many people.
Chu Qianxun looked at the well-made shield in Tie Nan's hand, inlaid with a valuable demon, for fear that he would accidentally stab it at both ends.
She untied the double knives around her waist, "Since it's a competition, we don't need weapons."
"Okay, yes, it's up to you." Tie Nan generously placed his shield and giant sword on the ground.
There was laughter all around.
"Sister, you are wrong, that guy is from the defense department. If you don't have a weapon, I'm afraid you won't even be able to break the defense."
"It's better to pick up your knife, and we have no match for Iron Man, let alone you."
Before the laughter could fall, Tie Nan found that a slender figure had suddenly appeared at his feet. The man's center of gravity was very low, and his palm was like a knife, and it had already cut to his knee.
Tie Nan, who has experienced hundreds of battles, does not panic. He didn't take a step back, the skin around his knees was instantly covered by a black-brown scale armor, and at the same time, his sand bowl-like fists had already fallen from the sky with the sound of wind.
Chu Qianxun hit the hard scale armor with one blow, and turned around with his left hand as his chest and two fingers. Three or four crescent-shaped wind blades were born out of thin air, whistling at Tie Nan's attacking arm.
Tie Nan's arm turned up a large area of scale armor, and the black rigid armor was just cut off by the wind blade, and it was covered in layers.
In a short period of time, the two of you have come and gone, and they have exchanged several moves in terms of fists and abilities.
Chu Qianxun's dexterity changed as fast as lightning. Iron Man is fast and powerful, and is invulnerable to swords and bullets.
The laughter around them gradually subsided. These people are masters, and naturally they can see the difficulty in this battle. They began to stop talking about Chu Qianxun from the perspective of men and women, but to observe her as an opponent who could match them.
Chu Qianxun was in the air, his palms were like knives, and dense small wind blades flew up in the air. Silver butterflies danced wildly all over the sky for a while, and they all rushed towards Tie Nan.
Tie Nan's expression changed, his arms crossed to protect his face, and the skin around his body was completely covered by thick scales, and he stepped back more than ten steps in succession. Intensive ding ding dong dong sound resounded around him, and those tiny blades searched for weak points in his defense almost pervasively, and finally carved several thin bloodstains on his skin.
Tie Nan knew that even if he continued to fight, he would not necessarily lose, but it would be a bit ugly. He began to regret agreeing to put down his shield and weapon, so that he was suppressed to the point of being unable to move.
Han Ao stood up first and drank, "Good skill."
The rest of the crowd also applauded.
"Qianxun, I have never realized that a talent like you is my fault." Han Ao said with a smile, "Wang Dazhi is gone, I hope you will be the captain of your team. The rest of your team There are not many people, I will transfer people from other teams to you."
Red Wolf can only be regarded as a medium-sized mercenary organization in Spring City.
But there are many people who want to take the position of team captain within the Red Wolf. Just because the head of the team, Han Ao, has a generous personality, the benefits and treatment given to the team captains are better than many large teams. Not only can you receive a fixed number of Demon Seeds every month, but there is also a generous share of the captain's share every time a team fights, which is a good job that many people can't ask for.
What they didn't expect was that Chu Qianxun refused Han Ao's proposal without any hesitation.
"Sorry for the captain, I have a loose personality and may not be suitable for the position of captain," she said.
The smiles of the warriors on the side faded. They all liked the powerful teammates, but the too high-level powerhouses were a little less pleasing.
Han Ao's expression did not change. As the leader of a team, he cherished every talent even more. In his heart, he felt that Chu Qianxun's estranged attitude was because he didn't get along with everyone on weekdays. , and then slowly cultivate the feelings between teammates in the future.
So he said generously, "Yes, you have just been promoted, and you may not be ready to manage the team. In this way, I will give you the position and treatment of the captain. But I will not arrange manpower and assign mandatory tasks for you. You can slow down. Choose your own team members slowly, I only ask you to participate in large-scale battles where all members are dispatched, and the rest are up to your own preferences."
There are not two or three large battles in which all the staff participate in a year. This treatment can be regarded as very generous and generous, and Chu Qianxun did not refuse any more.
When Chu Qianxun turned to leave, Yao Xianxian, a saint full of space beside Han Ao, looked at her leaving back and spoke.
"I have an impression of this girl. I have seen her fighting before, weak and perfunctory. She has been with our Red Wolf for a few years, and she has not even broken through the fourth rank. Why is this so much progress in a few months?"
"I know I know," Tie Nan excitedly added a gossip, "I heard that she was in love, so I found a little white face to cook for her every day at home."
When Yao Xianxian heard this, she snorted coldly, "I changed myself in order to raise a stinky man."
Knowing her heartbreak, Han Ao patted her on the shoulder, "Don't say that. She pursues her own life and works hard, better than those girls who want to rely on others and don't work hard."
In the golden age, an authoritarian leader like Jiang Xiaojie would certainly not work.
But today, everyone has become accustomed to speaking with strength in most things. Now the number one powerhouse in Spring City, the only eighth-order saint is Jiang Xiaojie, and the strongest mercenary team is the Blizzard Corps in Jiang Xiaojie's hands.
Therefore, on the morning of the third day, whether persuaded or forced by obscenity, the leaders of the mercenary teams of all sizes in the city still participated with the main combat power of the team.
In the open space outside the city gate, the strong men of the various corps were dressed in bright armor, with long spears and short blades, giant shields and strong bows. For a while, the flags were hunting, and it was very lively.
The young city lord Jiang Xiaojie wore a silver-white background covered with dark gold cloud pattern scale armor, and stood on a high platform, with one foot on the wall, looking ahead, with several sturdy young warriors standing behind him.
The young city owner who is less than 20 years old is arrogant, arrogant, and in high spirits. It made countless female saints focus their admiration on his handsome face.
Chu Qianxun shuttled through the crowd and couldn't help but focus his attention on him. The Jiang Xiaojie she knew in another world was only a fourteen-year-old boy. Lively and outgoing, a little competitive, and very protective of those he recognizes. Chu Qianxun still remembered how he put the knife on Gao Yan's neck in order to wait for him to get in the car.
It is a pity that in that world, his life came to an abrupt end when he was in full bloom, and when he saw it again, it was already another life form with a frosty face.
Chu Qianxun was very happy to see Jiang Xiaojie again in this world. He was not only alive, but also lived in such a wanton, flamboyant, and powerful appearance.
Of course not everyone likes Jiang Xiaojie's appearance.
Chu Qianxun came to the assembly point of the Red Wolf Corps where he was located. Many people in the Corps were still indignant at the forced recruitment of the city lord.
"The new city lord is too much. Most of the people trapped in the devil's cave are useless ordinary people. Why should we work hard for those garbage, we are not the Virgin."
"Have you never been there? Although the monsters in that devil's cave are not of high rank, they are as numerous as mantises. Their bosses are not afraid. We people can't bear it. Do you want to use our lives to give new positions to you? The city's blogger's reputation?"
"Damn, don't go to Lao Tzu for this kind of reputation thing. If Lao Tzu goes, he will touch the fish. Don't let Lao Tzu help." Lao Zheng and one or two familiar captains leaned against each other to complain.
"Zheng, keep your voice down. Don't let the head of the regiment hear you." Jiang Xiaojuan carefully tugged at the corner of his shirt from behind, and looked anxiously at the position of Han Ao, the head of the Red Wolf.
Lao Zheng is a fool, but Jiang Xiaojuan doesn't want to be implicated by him. As far as she knew, the captain of the Red Wolf, Han Ao, had escaped all the way from Rongcheng in the distance a few years ago.
In the North Cave near the Rongcheng Base, the number of blasphemers is large and powerful, and the base is unable to resist. Only a few residents of the base can be selected every month, and they will be donated to the Demon Cave as rations for the monsters in exchange for the safety of the base.
It is said that Han Ao's mother was once selected as a sacrifice. At that time, Han Ao Ning, who was still very weak, refused to agree to death, and fled Rongcheng with his mother, and traveled all the way to Spring City after many difficulties.
Lao Zheng patted Jiang Xiaojuan's hand away, glared at her fiercely, and scolded, "No rules, what's the matter with you when a man talks!"
But he looked at the gloomy head of the head sitting on the rock, remembered the legend about the head's life experience, and finally closed his mouth.
"There are so many people. You see, even Chen Xiaojuan is here." Gao Yan and Chu Qianxun talked while walking, "Except for the guards. Basically, all the saints above the third rank in the city have been transferred. It seems that the city lord has The second is to make up your mind to clean up the devil's cave."
Chu Qianxun was "promoted" to the position of Red Wolf Squad Leader, but she and Gao Yan were the only two in the team. By the way, Ye Peitian, who was a family member, was pulled together to form a three-person team.
"The Blasphemer is a kind of monster with a special vengeance. If the grass is not rooted, it will only bring endless troubles when it slows down." Chu Qianxun said to Jiang Xiaojie, "City Lord Jiang is right. Don't do it. If so, you must do your best.”
"Qianxun, I found that you are very supportive of the new city lord recently, and you have been talking to him recently." Gao Yan approached Chu Qianxun with a wicked smile, "If Xiao Lin finds out, do you think he will be jealous of you? ?"
"You can, Sister Yan." Chu Qianxun glanced at her, "Lin Fei doesn't know how to do anything else when he has a temper, just refuses to cook for a few meals."
Gao Yan's face suddenly fell, and going to Chu Qianxun's side to eat food every few minutes was the greatest joy in her life at the moment.
She grabbed Chu Qianxun's shoulders and said solemnly, "Sister, for the sake of our sisters' meal plan, please sacrifice your personal appearance and focus on trapping Xiao Lin."
Chu Qianxun laughed, "What if I can't hold it tight?"
Gao Yanfu whispered in her ear in an ambiguous tone, "I heard that there is a lot of that kind of potion in the defiler's lair. I'll come back and get some for you?"
Ye Peitian just came up from behind, heard the word "potion", and asked in confusion, "What potion? Who needs potion when injured?"
Then, he saw the two women walking in front turn their faces together, holding back their laughter and showing a strange expression to him.