Master! Feeling the sword tip was full of coldness through the sword sheath, and it seemed that he could cut his throat at any time. The receptionist trembled for a few times. A stream of cold sweat instantly soaked the whole body, which was extremely sticky, but he didn't dare to make any moves, and he didn't wait for the help of his subordinates behind him to come at all.
The receptionist suddenly used his own light to find that the people he brought had actually taken a step back, and all the hands that were about to draw the sword were released, but what kind of damn expression was on their faces? Apologies? When they were forced by someone with a sword, they actually smiled apologetically to others?
"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, oh, this is a huge misunderstanding..." The subordinates sighed. Liu Wantang knew that he was being restrained and they didn't dare to do anything.
"Get out!" The cold-faced swordsman said in a concise and concise manner. The sword in his hand circled between his five fingers and was received behind him.
Seeing the other party's neat movements, Liu Wantang swallowed a hard saliva, and then simply led the person to turn around and leave. After walking a few steps, his heart was still twitching, and he had already felt the other party's extremely cold murderous intent. If he continued to force him, he would definitely draw his sword to kill people.
Lu Ming was still meditating, but everything outside could not escape the perception of sword scar power. Although this cold-faced swordsman was a little arrogant, he was still brave enough to be a real swordsman. Through his actions just now, he could find that his mastery of the sword is stronger than other swordsmen. Although he is still in the realm of a one-front sword master, when he is a swordsman and does not delay the promotion, he will spend more thoughts and efforts on the practice of swordsmanship than as a carefree swordsman who practices without delaying his promotion. It is very good.
At this time, the old sword master and the Destruction Sword Saint looked at each other and nodded. They all said that the environment is the place where talents are created, but in adversity, they still have the courage to draw the sword, but this is quite good. In the eyes of the two old seniors, whether they can become a qualified swordsman, in addition to talent, depends on whether he can judge the correct timing of drawing the sword.
Obviously, judging the opportunity to draw the sword does not include walking away in shame. It requires enough courage, a calm mind, and even a fearless mentality in the Jedi.
Unlike Lu Ming and others' appreciation, the receptionist was walking while cursing viciously in his heart. This was on his own territory! The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and his eyes were firmly locked on his friend outside the other side.
Now there is a war on the battlefield of the Zhenyuan Empire. In order to develop the empire for a long time, His Majesty the Imperial Court and the outside world have maintained peace and friendship for 30 years. In the sphere of influence of the swordsman organization, a swordsman who meets the requirements can participate in the competition and select more talents.
Liu Wantang, who was angry, had not yet withdrawn from the information in "History of Empire Diplomacy", but he almost fainted by a strange smell.
He shook his whole body before he could stand firm. His mind was still a little dizzy, but the smell of moisture and fishy smell made the smell here look like a slaughterhouse for slaughtering cattle and sheep. But what is rare is that the fat friends from the frontier in the hut could still meditate safely.
The closer the distance is, the greater the smell. The receptionist found that the fishy smell was emitted from the fat man outside the frontier, and it was actually true! Even if I don’t want to seek credit in front of the Sword Saint, I will clear you out! Leave my territory!
"Fatty!" The receptionist stood firmly in front of the door with his legs firmly. His face showed how determined he was at this moment. He tried hard to raise his backbone, making his temperament exude a little domineering spirit, and then said: "Are you a guy who doesn't take a shower?"
"Hahaha..." The subordinates burst into laughter again, but under this smell, their laughter was very short, and they could only augment their momentum with arrogant voices.
"Hero!" A friend from the frontier opened his eyes and even said embarrassedly: "You don't know that the water on our grassland is more precious than milk, so we all use milk to bathe!"
It's so fucking extravagant! Liu Wantang cursed in his heart. He rubbed his nose before saying, "Your body smells so bad. How can Lord Sword Saint rest well? Today I'm not in a good mood, so you hurry up and hurry up, the farther you go, the better, immediately, disappear in front of my eyes!"
Looking at the other party's domineering appearance, a friend from the frontier rubbed his chest and flew a drop of mud balls. A white mark appeared on his shiny chest. He said, "That little white face doesn't leave, why should I leave? This is a place for us to live for free. You won't bully me if you look at me being fat or from a foreign land?"
The receptionist's eyebrows were almost twisted together. Such an uneducated barbarian could even know the rules of the sword hall organization? The pigs were all on the tree! Seeing that he was fat, he was still here to sign up for the competition. Can he still use his sword? He was breathless after running a few steps? Damn, I was defeated by the cold-faced swordsman. Even a guy like you dare not take my words seriously?
Liu Wantang exuded a strong feeling all over his body, and the expression on his face was comparable to the ruffian on the street. He shook his legs and said, "I just looked down on you, so what?"
"You dare to look down on me!" The face of a friend from outside the frontier changed, and his small eyes suddenly burst out with a sharp light. He reached out to grab the bed behind him, pulled out a giant sword, and then slashed without any stagnation.
Woo--!
The wide giant sword that was twice as wide as an ordinary two-handed sword made Liu Wantang jump involuntarily. He intuitively grabbed a bed board and patted him, but he actually covered his thin body. He had no choice but to hurriedly raise his sword to fight!
Liu Wantang suddenly felt like he was hit by a bison, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not resist this huge force.
Bang! Crack! Liu Wantang's sword in his hand was shattered. He grabbed the remaining hilt and flew backwards, which looked like a fly being slapped. These subordinates were shocked and even saw that the hair on his head was impacted by the power of the sword and flew backwards.
They hurriedly chased the boss with their eyes, and directly followed his figure from one end of the corridor to the other end, and returned to the cold-faced swordsman's room.
Twenty meters! What a great amount of brute force will this be? All the subordinates knew this distance and suddenly felt that their eyes were black and their minds were dizzy. The sword in their hands seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. Two of them could not even hold it anymore. The sword fell to the ground, not to mention whether they had the courage to help the sword.
"Hahaha..." A friend from the foreign country laughed silly: "You dare to bully me in these two moments? A bunch of bears and soft eggs. If you were on the grassland, you would be the supper for the oldest and thinnest wild wolf."
Liu Wantang stood up swayingly, looked at the hilt of the sword in his hand, threw it away fiercely, and then his eyes suddenly turned into grief, like a humiliated girl asking for help from the strong man, looking at the Destruction Sword Saint and the Old Sword Master who were already standing at the door of the room.
The Destruction Sword Saint and the Old Sword Master just smiled faintly. The two young men performed well, and they didn't have time to appreciate them, so why would they care about him?
When Liu Wantang saw that the Destruction Sword Saint and the Old Sword Master were both downplaying the words, he ignored his appearance at all, and looked at the cold-faced swordsman's eyes that seemed to be collecting debts, and the handsome appearance of a bison hidden at the sight of the swordsman outside the frontier, he immediately got up and ran away. The subordinates did not expect that the boss would be so straightforward, even "Wait, I am who's brother-in-law" and ran away without letting it go, and ran away one by one. When two of them ran a few steps, they remembered to turn around and pick up the sword on the ground, but when they ran again, they were much faster than before.
A friend from the frontier snorted disdainfully, turned around and picked up the black cowhide scabbard to retract the sword, and continued to meditate and adjust his breathing.
The Destruction Sword Saint stroked his beard and said, "It seems that there are still good young people this time. Unlike those I encountered on the road, they are all but useful. Young people, only by fighting can they make progress. If they fall off when they see a master's sword, it's better to change careers earlier."
"I'm afraid it's not necessarily willing to let them lose their identity as a swordsman and become an ordinary person." The old sword master shook his head helplessly. Now many people on the sword energy continent are like this. They practice a little bit of true qi and realize that they are better than ordinary people, so they start to show off their power. They can't understand it at all. What is implicit is not necessarily weak. From this point of view, they are contrary to the basic principles of swordsmanship. Even if they continue, they will only get worse and worse.
At this time, a group of five people walked into the corridor. The leader was a pretty young man with arrogance on his face that was completely inconsistent with his age, as if he had been tempered in the charity for a long time.
Although they were all wearing sword courtyard costumes, Lu Ming, judging from the jade pendant hanging around their waists, the good sword in their hands, and the well-textured shirt exposed on their necks, he felt that these people obviously did not look like those who wanted to live here.
"Are they here to find someone?" Lu Ming felt strange and asked.
The old sword master nodded and said, "Since this trial removed the masters above the intermediate swordsman, more swordsmen were in the position of swordsman, and the competition in the trials increased greatly. In this way, many swordsmen would gather together and choose the team of their surnames to improve their competitiveness."
"That's right." Lu Ming nodded calmly. It seemed that these people should be looking for the team members. From their arrogance, they could tell that they were the same subject, probably wanting to find some players to take action, or followers, after all, during the trial, people need to do this by hand, but they obviously think they are not suitable for them. (To be continued.)