Lu Ming knew that Fenghua City, as the largest city in Qingyuanzhou, was prosperous. This trial competition organized by Jiantang would also bring great prosperity to the city.
Where there are people, it means consumption. With more people, even if it is the most basic thing to eat, drink, defecate and urinate, many businesses in this city can make a lot of money.
With the Lu family developing steadily, Lu Ming has no intention of doing some designs. After all, if you do more, it will attract more attention. From the perspective of a killer, it is the best now.
"Senior, this time you participate in the trial competition, you will definitely be ranked in the top ten in the overall ranking. Don't forget to give me some advice to your junior brother!"
"Yes, senior, who doesn't know in our Maocheng? You are a genius who entered the swordsman realm at the age of 20, and you are the number one swordsman in our Maocheng. If you don't get a good ranking, God won't agree!" This sentence attracted a burst of arrogant laughter.
At this moment, people were also attracted by the laughter. They saw more than a dozen young men dressed in swords and surround a person who was obviously older than them. This man was riding a big red horse, enjoying the flattering of everyone leisurely. His proud face was dark, but he could not cover his green beard. It seemed that because he was shaved too clean, it seemed that there was a generation gap with these young people.
Six-front Sword Master Lu Ming just took a look and made a conclusion that this kind of sword realm can theoretically be ranked among the top ten swordsmen in the competition, but it is still too difficult to get to Qing Yuanzhou. He was wearing the same sword costume as those young people, but it looked very inappropriate under the beard.
The attention attracted, which made the sword students very excited, and their faces also rose: "The senior once rushed into the sword master at the age of twenty, but it caused a lot of sensation. At that time, the city lord also sent a gift, saying that he had someone afterwards. Do you see it? Our senior is fully qualified to be a city lord."
"How can the senior be the city lord? His sword realm has made rapid progress in the past ten years. Now he is a six-front sword master. He can definitely enter the great sword master realm before he is forty years old. Then he has the qualification to become an official in Qingyuanzhou. Being a small city lord is simply a delay in his future!"
"Young Master." Qing'er frowned and whispered: "He said he had entered the sword master at the age of 20, and has made rapid progress in more than ten years to reach the Six-Strike Sword Master. Is he here to participate in the trial competition? Doesn't the sword hall stipulate that over the age of 30 cannot participate?"
"I'm so proud." Lu Ming smiled indifferently, and briefly explained the trial rules and cheating methods to Qing'er, so that she could tell from some places whether the other party cheated from some places during the trial. She knew very well.
Lan Fengyu leaned over and shook his head speechlessly before saying, "You can just know about cheating. Although it is unintentional to say it, it seems not very kind."
Several vegetable farmers carrying shoulder poles were beginning to be full of admiration, but then turned around and left, shook their heads and sighed: "People nowadays are blindfolded by interests!"
At this time, the steps of several vegetable farmers were almost passing the team of light cavalry in front. The team of knights were walking in a scattered manner. One of the young men looked back and looked directly at the Six-Strike Sword Master.
This man's face was very clear and handsome, and his clothes looked elegant and luxurious and elegant. However, his expression was full of coldness, as if the other party's Six-Strike Sword Master's realm was nothing in his eyes. The reason why he turned around was because he really couldn't listen to the hustle and bustle of the people behind him.
Lu Ming found that this man was quite young, looking only fourteen or fifteen years old, but the sword realm was already a veritable peak swordsman. He was indeed a good genius. He could indeed be arrogant when participating in the trial competition with the One-Strike Swordsman as the bottom line at such a realm.
"Fifth brother, are you going to cause trouble again? Remember, we are on the road now, we must sign up as soon as possible and not cause trouble."
At this time, although the voice of a swordsman beside the young man was calm and irresistible, he exuded the smell of youth and looked no more than twenty-five years old.
Jiufeng Sword Master Lu Ming nodded secretly. Although this man did not have a sword body, his talent was not much worse than Longlin. He could be called a genius in the whole place.
After hearing the young man's words, a smile appeared on his face that was inconsistent with his age. He looked at the Six-Strike Sword Master meaningfully before turning back, as if saying, "What is your talent?" It takes me less than three years to completely surpass you."
The young man smiled again, then turned around, rode his horse and chased him for a few steps, walked parallel to the young man, and started talking.
However, at this moment, a team of people suddenly jumped out of the woods, just behind the genius swordsman, intercepted the middle of the road with an extremely rapid posture, and divided the troops very skillfully. The once half-encircled formation intercepted the entire road and the nearby woods.
Knock...
Robbers? Everyone just had a shock and suspicion. The swords in the robbers were all out of their sheath, and the sword tip pointed directly at everyone in front of them. The fierce eyes and ferocious faces were matched together, which directly spread a murderous aura.
The sudden emergence of people and horses shocked almost all the pedestrians on the road, feeling the cold murderous intent, and almost most of them exploded. The caravan leader's long carriage was invaded by the other party's murderous aura and suddenly became a ball, as if he had hit a train in a mountain, and was in chaos. The screams of people and the neighing of horses were mixed together. The entire road was affected for a while, because the crowd contracted, and the road was completely blocked.
Even Lu Ming and others were affected by the position behind the caravan, but their attention was almost all in the woods.
Sure enough, after all the robbers were ready, a strong sword in the woods walked out with a pair of swordsman holding a pair of swordsman. The man had a square face and a wide mouth, a dark face. A wide scar from his forehead to his chin crawled on his face like a huge earthworm. His hair was about a short inch like a steel needle, and he was stuck upright on his head. When he saw him, he felt that this man was extremely tough. The two-handed sword in his hand was flowing with blood.
Eight-front Sword Master Lu Ming had already seen through his sword realm, and at the moment when the person who was obviously the leader of the robber came out, several human feet were also vaguely revealed in the grass. Just looking at the flip and twisted angle, they definitely did not belong to the living person.
"It seems they have made a few votes before." Lu Ming glanced at all the robbers indifferently and found that there were several robbers with very smart light in their eyes, and they chose this area very cleverly. Not only was there no city in front and behind, but there was also a detour like an elbow. Now, an accident had already occurred, but almost no one on both ends could be seen, and it was also far enough from Fenghua City. If the patrol soldiers came to rescue, they would probably not be able to reach it for more than half a day. The other party's eyes lit up when he saw the caravan. It seemed that they had not planned to rob the caravan before.
"We have met a robber?" The Destruction Sword Saint's eyes lit up.
"Yes." The old sword master nodded and said with a expressionless expression on his face: "I didn't expect that I would encounter a robber this time. I'm so lucky!"
"Huh?" The old sword master and the Destruction Sword Saint were not talking loudly, but at this time it was very quiet. Many passers-by were sighing secretly. At this moment, they all stared wide, turned their heads and looked at the two old seniors in a daze, and sighed: "It's been a bad thing for eight lifetimes to meet the robbers. They still said lucky? Oh my god, these two old men are all confused, aren't they?"
For a moment, these people subconsciously stayed away from them, and Lu Ming smiled indifferently.
At this moment, Lan Fengyu, who was located in front, suddenly shook his neck when he saw the scar on the robber's face, and his feet were involuntarily retreating. Inadvertently, he felt that he could not retreat, and then he realized that there was a horse behind him, and the horse was the young master with a calm smile.
He never laughed? Why did he laugh when he saw the robbers? A group of people? Lan Fengyu felt his soul scattered. Did he hire the robbers’ informant?
"Do you know this leader?" Lu Ming asked calmly, but kept sighing in his heart that these robbers must not have read the calendar when they went out. If they wanted to rob a sword saint, how lucky would it take to meet it?
A faint smile appeared on Ouyang Luo's cold face. These extremely cruel robbers still think that they are the controller of the situation? Later, I wonder if they know who they are robbing, what will they think?
"Ah?" Lan Fengyu's fat face trembled, as if he could see the other party, his goods would not be able to keep such a painful pain. But he didn't expect Lu Ming to ask this question. It seemed that he did not know the robbers, and he had never even heard of this person's reputation.
"This person is named Ma Mingshan. He is the leader of an adventure group with a very famous reputation in the nearby area in recent years. However, this person has no bottom line in doing things and is extremely emotional. Everything depends on his own mood. He is very cruel. I didn't expect to become a robber now. Of course, I have only heard of it, but the scar on his face is his logo, and I will not admit my mistake."
Lu Ming nodded. Although Lan Fengyu was afraid of the other party's reputation, he still spoke very well. He deserved to be a successful businessman. But he didn't know that their identities as adventurers or robbers were just linked to what they did.
After Lan Fengyu said this, he began to worry again. If the other party was an ordinary bandit, he could do it with his own money. However, Ma Mingshan is a guy who deserves his name and doesn't even spit out a bone. But this batch of goods is my entire net worth, can I leave it alone? (To be continued.)