His work in the 13th Division was very easy. With Lucia and Haiyan taking care of him, Qingfeng's days were quite leisurely. The only thing he had to do every day was deliver some documents.
The leader of the 13th Division was called Shujirou. He was a very kind person. Like Qingfeng, he had long silver hair. Although he had powerful spiritual power, his body was not very good. One could always hear him coughing from time to time.
Ever since Qing Feng had been taught by Hai Yan last time, he had fully implemented the meaning of the word 'sparring.' As a result, the entire 13th Division felt as if they had been run over by a huge wheel, and their entire bodies were emitting a sad aura that made them unable to straighten their backs.
Of course, there was no need to mention the culprit…It was naturally Qing Feng. Imagine facing the request of a peerless beauty to spar, which hot-blooded man would refuse? Moreover, this young man had yet to find his knife. Wasn't this a great opportunity to show off his strength in front of a beauty? It was a pity that everyone had only guessed the beginning correctly, but not the ending. Although Qing Feng had not found his own sword, his white fighting and ghost skills were not comparable to ordinary death gods. Moreover, this guy never knew what mercy was when he sparred, so there was almost no one in the entire 13th Division who did not fall for it. Of course, the captain and vice-captain were naturally spared.
According to Qing Feng's thoughts, the captain's health was not good, and even if he won, it would be an unfair victory. The vice-captain, Hai Yan, was a great benefactor who taught him the meaning of the word 'sparring,' so he could not be disrespectful to him.
As a result, almost all of the combat team members of the 13th Division were lying on the hospital bed moaning in pain, causing the efficiency of the 13th Division to plummet. In the end, the head captain finally found Shujirou to have a 'heart-to-heart' talk, and Shujirou entrusted this matter to Haiyan.
Hai Yan naturally knew who the culprit was. After all, he was the one who taught Qing Feng the words " sparring ". However, seeing the surrounding team members looking at him with hope, Hai Yan wisely chose to remain silent.
" Yo, Qingfeng, are you practicing?"
Qing Feng put down the knife in his hand and turned around. He looked at Hai Yan indifferently and nodded.
Haiyan didn't like Qing Feng's expressionless face. It was as if there was something missing from this youth, as if he didn't understand all the human affairs in this world.
Thinking of this, Hai Yan laughed and hooked his arm around Qing Feng's neck. Although Qing Feng's body was always cold, he liked to see the flash of confusion and surprise in Qing Feng's eyes. This kind of Qing Feng gave him a real feeling. As the vice-captain of the 13th Division, he had to let Qing Feng integrate into this big family as soon as possible!
"Qingfeng, do you want to go out for a walk?”Hai Yan asked with a bright smile.
"Oh, I see."
"If you could change the word, I would be even happier!”Hai Yan acted as if Qing Feng was a child. She messed up his silver hair and laughed heartily,"Young man, move forward towards a beautiful future!”
At this moment, the team members who were watching the development of the situation not far away could not help but have a row of black lines hanging on their heads." I didn't expect the vice-captain to be so nervous to say such crazy words in front of Qingfeng…"
Unfortunately, Hai Yan did not know what his team members thought of him. At this time, he brought Qing Feng to the Eleventh Division. That's right, Hai Yan's idea was to change the strategy. Since Qing Feng liked to " spar," he should find a place where he could spar to his heart's content. The Eleventh Division, as a place where battle maniacs gathered, should be able to satisfy Qing Feng's needs.
"Isn't this Little Petrel? What brings you here?" The pink-haired Ba Qianliu nimbly jumped from Swordeight's shoulder to the front of Hai Yan. His nimble movement made Qing Feng's eyes light up.
"Wow, little petrel, is the person beside you that peerless beauty?”Eight Thousand Flowing said as his eyes flashed with excitement.
Eight Thousand Liu looked like a little girl in her teens. Her eyes were very big, and there were two red spots on her cheeks, making her look like an innocent doll. However, she was actually not young anymore.
"Haha, that's right. Qingfeng loves to fight, so I'm here to ask you to train him!”Hai Yan cleverly covered up the fact that all the members of her team had been beaten down. After all, a family's dirty laundry should not be aired in public.
As soon as Hai Yan finished speaking, Qing Feng said seriously,"Sparring!"
Hai Yan thought for a while before she understood what Qing Feng meant. Qing Feng really meant what she said,"In the Eleventh Division, it doesn't matter if you want to fight, because the people here like to fight, just like Qingfeng!”
After Qing Feng heard this, he looked at Sword Eight with even more fervent eyes. He could feel that this arrogant man was very strong, especially near his blindfold, which contained powerful spiritual power.
"Come on! Let me see how capable you are!”Sword Eight received Qing Feng's challenging gaze and stood up from his chair with a swoosh. The spiritual pressure on his body pressed down on Qing Feng like a tidal wave.
Qingfeng had not experienced this feeling for a long time. Ever since the last battle with Lan Ran, no one could give him this kind of hot-blooded feeling. The spiritual pressure that had been hidden in his body suddenly erupted, constantly resisting the spiritual pressure of Sword Eight.
"Haha, interesting! Kid, you have some skills!" Sword Eight laughed arrogantly as he raised his spiritual pressure again. Qing Feng did not show any weakness and also raised his spiritual pressure again.
Two terrifying spiritual presences soared into the sky from the Eleventh Division, and the violent air currents scattered everywhere. The entire room began to crack and destroy. Seeing this scene, Hai Yan could not help but smile bitterly in her heart. She did not know whether it was good or bad to bring Qing Feng to the Eleventh Division. The destructive power of two battle maniacs together seemed to be a little too shocking.
"Qingfeng, you can't fight here! He had to go to the training room! Otherwise, if the matter was exposed, there would be no more fights to fight in the future!”Hai Yan hurriedly shouted.
When Qing Feng heard the words " no fighting ", he quickly thought about it for a few seconds. In the end, he decided to withdraw his spiritual pressure first. After all, days where he could not fight were too boring for him.
After Qing Feng withdrew his spiritual pressure, Sword Eight also withdrew his own spiritual pressure. He said straightforwardly,""Kid, you're not bad!"
"Little Eighth, that's great! It had been a long time since Little Myna had been so happy!”Eight Thousand Flow jumped back onto Sword Eight's shoulder, then revealed a brilliant smile and said to Qing Feng,""Little Feng Feng is welcome to come here anytime! I believe Little Eighth will be very happy too!"
Even though the battle ended without a hitch, Qing Feng knew of a good place to go. Hence, whenever he was free, he would go to the Eleventh Division to fight.
As a result, Qing Feng got to know quite a few people in the Eleventh Division. They were quite easy to talk to. As long as you beat them, they would recognize you as their big brother and listen to you no matter what. It was a place where strength spoke. Therefore, Qing Feng got along quite easily with the people of the Eleventh Division. (PS: Only people like you would feel relaxed!)）
Even though Eight Thousand Liu rarely fought with Qing Feng, Qing Feng would always find Eight Thousand Liu peeping at him with his green eyes, which made Qing Feng very puzzled.
Eight Thousand Flow liked to give people nicknames. It was unknown when Qing Feng's name had changed to Little Wind. Although Qing Feng felt that this name was a little strange, he could not pinpoint what was strange. Towards his confusion, the other team members had tears in their eyes. They said to him sincerely,"Big Brother Qingfeng, your nickname is not bad. I'm called Little Curly Curly!”
Indeed…compared to Little Curly Curls and Little Light, Little Wind's name was not that hard to accept.
Due to Qing Feng's good relationship with the Eleventh Division, the entire Thirteenth Division had benefited a lot. As a strong combat team, almost every member of the Eleventh Division was very powerful! Therefore, with the support of the Eleventh Division, the members of the Thirteenth Division clearly felt that they did not have much confidence in their words.
As a result, Qing Feng's status in the 13th Division rose. In addition to the titles of Iceberg Beauty and Violent Beauty, Qing Feng had a new title, which was Brother Qing Feng!
On this day, Qing Feng was shopping with Eight Thousand Streams. Actually, they were shopping, but Qing Feng was just following Eight Thousand Streams 'instructions and accompanying her for a walk on the street.
"Little Feng Feng, can you treat me to some Golden Candies?”Eight Thousand Liu widened his eyes and looked at Qing Feng pitifully.
"Oh, I see."
"Little Feng Feng, I also want candied haws!”
"Oh, I see."
"This fruit jelly is not bad either. Little Feng Feng, I want this too!”
"Oh, I see."
Eight Thousand Liu covered his mouth and laughed sinisterly as he stuffed all the candies into his pocket. This was the reason why Eight Thousand Liu loved to hang out with Qingfeng the most. As long as one could grasp Qingfeng's habit of saying 'oh', then Qingfeng was actually very easy to control. This was also the reason why Eight Thousand Liu had observed Qingfeng for so many days with his glowing green eyes!
After shopping, Eight Thousand Flow happily waved at Qing Feng and said with a cute expression,""Little Feng Feng, thank you for today. Remember to treat me to Jinping candy next time!”
"Oh, I see."
Hai Yan hid in the dark and rubbed her forehead weakly. Qing Feng was really hopeless! From the moment Qingfeng left, he had a bad feeling. After all, this wasn't the first month Qingfeng had contributed all his salary to Eight Thousand Flow.
Hai Yan helplessly appeared behind Qing Feng, then grabbed his black hair and said,"Qingfeng, you really can't keep saying 'oh' in the future. This month's salary is gone again, right?”
Qing Feng turned around. Actually, he had noticed that someone had been following them, but he didn't expect that person to be Hai Yan.
" Oh." Qing Feng lowered his head. He didn't understand why Hai Yan was angry. Qing Feng didn't have much of a concept of money. Since Ba Qianliu liked it, then it didn't matter if he gave it all to her.
"Idiot!" Hai Yan ruffled Qing Feng's hair and said resentfully,"I can't help it. I'm the vice-captain! I can only let you continue to freeload at my house for a month!”Hai Yan couldn't help but smile as he said this. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and there was a warm feeling. The breeze lifted his black hair. At this moment, Qing Feng felt that something had changed, even though it was only for a moment…
"Oh, I see."
When Hai Yan heard this word, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. It seemed that he would need to take care of Qingfeng for a period of time.
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