The Destruction Sword Saint frowned immediately, wanting to have an attack, but seeing Lu Ming face such a receptionist calmly, everyone suppressed their anger for a moment and followed the receptionist to their residence.
On the way to arrange the residence, the receptionist secretly glanced at Qing'er several times, and then said arrogantly: "You don't need to know my name, but before the competition, all your daily life, notifications issued by the Jiantang organization are managed by me."
Lu Ming nodded lightly and continued to move forward silently. Of course, he knew about his hints, but no matter how much he didn't care about money, he wouldn't spend a penny on people like him. Moreover, the residence and other places were provided by the Jiantang organization.
At this time, a large courtyard appeared in front of everyone. Jiansheng, wearing various sword courtyard costumes, came in and out from the door, and occasionally there were carriages carrying supplies coming and going. When he walked into the courtyard, Lu Ming saw that the courtyard was covered with high-quality floor tiles, and rows of houses were planted with small scenic trees in front of them. There were flowers that could bloom in late autumn among several small flower beds, which made the courtyard look a bit luxurious.
However, the receptionist's pace suddenly changed, contrary to this slightly luxurious place. A row of low houses appeared in front of everyone. Lu Ming even saw the resentment of a few Jianshengs who were wandering at the door, and after seeing themselves and others, they immediately became gloating.
Ma Mingshan immediately looked at Chen Gang, "These people have such good tempers. I am just sealed with strength. Otherwise, when I was at the reception, I would have killed him with one sword. Damn it, let you look down on others and learn to keep your eyes open in the next life!"
However, Ma Mingshan and Chen Gang's thoughts were immediately swallowed up by the turbulent mercilessly. Walking under his feet, on the raised ground, looking at the spiders hanging on the mottled and falling walls, they were very surprised, thinking that Lu Ming is really able to bear it, he doesn't care at all, but there is a Sword Saint here!
"Okay." The receptionist stood there and couldn't help but open the window beside him, and then said: "According to the allocation of Jiantang, the four rooms here are your residences during this period. People from Tiandu City have always lived here, haha, it's in line with their identity."
"It's not bad here." Lu Ming nodded calmly. He used to be able to sleep in the mud for a day. Not to mention this place, except for the swordsmanship, this person can do anything. What do he care about? No matter how much an ant can call, he can't scream thunder.
The old sword master drooped his sword eyebrows. Although he had never come here with Jiansheng before, he didn't expect that Jiansheng, who came to participate in the competition, lived in such an environment! He looked at each room, and his anger surged in his heart by facts: "I have been so low-key in these years, and my will has been wiped out by the people of Jiantang. Now even a small receptionist makes us difficult. It seems that I have to talk to the people of Jiantang."
Seeing the different expressions on everyone's faces, the receptionist smiled arrogantly, gently placed one hand on his nose, covering up the damp smell, and said, "But remember for me that when you leave, I need to keep it as it is. If there is any damage, I will report to the Sword Hall organization. At that time, let your Sword Academy's owner come and give me an explanation."
The Destruction Sword Saint's dark and thin face showed anger. Mom's robbers are more polite than you when they rob.
"What? Instruct me? Get back!" He raised his leg and kicked.
The receptionist wanted to say something at this time, but suddenly felt that he was sitting on the erupting crater, bearing a powerful force that he could not resist.
With a bang, the sudden change caused the arrogant receptionist to fly out of the window, just like a kite that broke the line in a hurricane. He slashed his limbs wildly and struggled weakly, crossed the wall outside and flew far away, and at the same time, he let out a terrifying howl like a pig, "Ah——!...Bang! Crash..."
"Hey? Feiren? Is it a powerful swordsman?" A swordsman was shocked in the middle of the road.
"Fei is Fei, but I have never seen a sword saint flying backwards with half a window hanging on his body!"
"I recognize him, isn't he the receptionist sent by Jiantang? This guy is the brother-in-law of one of the administrators in charge of the trial of Jiantang. Pingyuri is very arrogant! Damn! Who has he offended?" Another Jiansheng stopped and looked up, his head turning with the receptionist's figure.
The receptionist flew out more than a hundred meters, and it was not until he hit a three-story building building. The roof of the roof was smashed and fell down. He almost buried his thin body. He struggled hard and pushed away the tiles on his body fiercely. But before he stood up, he heard a roar that seemed to be shattered: "I'll tell you to come and see me at the speed of your business here! I'm the Destruction Sword Saint Shen Tu!"
The angry voice seemed to be the ruthless autumn wind, and the loud voice rang throughout the city in the blink of an eye. The receptionist among the tiles suddenly turned bloodless and felt dizzy. The world was spinning.
"Destroy Sword Saint? It's Destroy Sword Saint! What did I do?" The receptionist stood like a wooden chicken, with the tiles beside him making a sound like grinding teeth, and a warm liquid immediately wet his pants. At this time, it made him feel a sense of ease and warmth.
If a tiger doesn't show its power, do you think it's a sick cat? Let you pretend and make you proud. Aren't you a person from Fenghua City? I want to see if you dare? Ma Mingshan and Chen Gang showed a hint of snickering in their eyes, but looking at the almost perfect parabola drawn by the receptionist, they had a better understanding of the power of the Sword Saint, and they didn't want this to happen to them.
Looking at the receptionist flying out, Lu Ming smiled calmly, as if he was looking at a naughty child and was punished a little.
As Lu Ming, who once stood at the highest end of the entire earth, he has developed such a firm mentality and will. In a high-end position, he looks at these things just a joke. Lu Ming also knew that the kick of the Destruction Sword Saint was actually kicked for the old sword master, because he could feel that the old sword master, the old sword master, had anger in his heart. In the sword hall, this kick was suitable for himself.
"Sir, please sit down." Ma Mingshan brought a chair in time, with a flattering smile on his face, but it touched the scar even more, and it looked extremely ugly.
The Destruction Sword Saint looked at him angrily, but did not sit down. Instead, he raised his foot gently and then stepped on the chair to pieces. However, Ma Mingshan smiled knowingly.
"Master Destruction Sword Saint, I don't know that Destruction Sword Saint has arrived in person. I have misfortune. I hope I will forgive you!"
With a very vulgar courtesy, an old man with white hair and hair rushed over, and his smile on his face was as gentle as meeting an old friend he had not seen for many years. He was very self-aware. Although he was now a swordsman and a very powerful existence here, the other party was a swordsman who destroyed it. In terms of prestige and strength, he surpassed himself too much, even though he didn't need to look up at all. But now that his subordinates have done something wrong, if he cannot immediately eliminate his anger, he may not be able to explain it when facing the senior management of the Sword Hall.
"You are the manager here? Your subordinates have been very helpful for you." At this time, the Destruction Sword Saint exuded a calm breath.
"..." Before the in charge could introduce himself, he was choked back by the Destruction Sword Saint. He laughed a few times, and he was very urged to cut off the idiot's head that would have pulled the sword to get rid of the matter. Then he turned around and stared at the person behind him and cursed: "Idiot! Why don't you hurry up and apologize to the destruction Sword Saint."
At this time, the thin receptionist showed his figure in a slight pinch. A smile appeared on his pale face, and moved it step by step. Judging from his walking state, there was no injury. It could be seen that the Destruction Sword Saint controlled his strength very well, knowing what kind of realm he was and how many blows he could withstand.
But... the receptionist felt so bitter that he was as if he was covered in coptis chinensis in his blood. Now that I was not injured, my brother-in-law was dragged here directly to face the Destruction Sword Saint! But how can I let him breathe? Let him not care? I hope that Destruction Sword Saint, you just started to be more ruthless and kicked me half to death, and I could lie on the bed and survive this level.
The Destruction Sword Saint smiled indifferently, suddenly raised his eyebrows and said, "I accidentally broke a chair just now. Look, Brother Ji, the head of the Star Sword Academy, is by my side. How should I explain it?"
"The villain has no eyes to recognize the golden jade, which offended the Sword Saint, Lord Sword Hero, and if he wants to beat and punish the villain, he will follow the instructions of the Sword Saint." The receptionist knelt down in front of the Sword Saint Destruction. If he slapped himself a hundred times in the face, he could calm the sword Saint, he really didn't mind slapping him one thousand or even ten thousand times in the face immediately!
"I didn't expect that the Sword Saint could come in person. It was because I was negligent in management. I would definitely give the Sword Saint a satisfactory answer to this matter." The older management added apologies in time. Although the Sword Saint Destroyed was obviously arguing for Ji Wujian, there was no need to take on this issue. Although we are all in the swordsman realm, I am working in the sword hall, and he is just a small leader in the local area. In short, he should treat me.
"In this way, I have ordered someone to clean a villa, which is nearby. Please ask the Sword Saint to move and follow me to see if I am satisfied." The administrator arranged in great detail.
The Destruction Sword Saint nodded calmly and looked at Lu Ming. (To be continued.)