The swordsman team watched the corridor for a while, and walked out of it and said in a clear voice: "We are from Longmen Sword Academy. Now we are recruiting team members. If you want to get a good ranking in the trial, please sign up immediately and join our team. Registration will start soon, and we will not wait for the deadline."
When Lu Ming heard the other party’s proud words, he frowned. Longmen Sword Academy?
The old sword master naturally understood Lu Ming's thoughts and explained in a low voice: "Longmen Sword Academy is the sword courtyard from Qingyuanzhou to Longcheng on the east side. It is still very famous. It is one of the ten sword academies in the entire Qingyuanzhou. It also achieved the sixth result in the last trial. I heard that this time there was a very powerful sword-body sword student, and his strength was even stronger than before."
"No wonder he is so arrogant." Lu Ming nodded and knew it. As a killer, he will obtain the opponent's information as much as possible when and wherever he is. After all, one more point of understanding the opponent will increase the success rate of one point.
"I'll sign up." A Jiansheng, who didn't know where to go outside the corridor, immediately jogged over and signed up to join.
"Five-face Swordsman?" The young man who spoke looked at the registered Jiansheng for a while before nodding: "Okay, come in."
Since there was the first person to eat crabs, everyone else joined one after another, and the team grew to nearly fifteen people in a blink of an eye.
However, the young man in the lead kept looking at Lu Ming and others, and occasionally wandered around the cold-faced swordsman and his friends outside the border, as if waiting for the other party to take the initiative to join.
Just a moment later, these people were chatting and meditating, but no one looked at them. The young man raised his mouth and showed a disdainful sneer on his face. After a few glances and remembering their general faces, he waved his hand and left with a team of people.
Lu Ming stood calmly at the door of the room, not even looking at him. Even if they achieved a good ranking, most of the people who joined could not share it, because they were destined to become cannon fodder that was pushed out. Even if they persisted until the end, what about the final ranking competition?
Qing Yuanzhou only has ten rankings.
Lu Ming calmly glanced at the back of the arrogant young man. He might not know that everything he did was just paving the way for the sword body that could truly achieve results for the Sword Academy.
At this time, Liu Wantang returned again, but this time he did not bring anyone, but only came by himself. Lu Ming also saw the silly smile on his friends from outside the border, revealing disdain.
"Sword Saint." Liu Wantang walked to the door of everyone's room and said with a tribute: "That's right, this little girl is a girl. In theory, she should live in the place where the female swordsman is."
"Theoretical..." The Destruction Sword Saint nodded, turned his head and looked at Qing'er with a smile, "Baby apprentice, what do you mean?"
"I don't want to go, I want to follow the young master." Qing'er said stubbornly, tangled with her fingers.
Lu Ming patted her little head helplessly and said, "You should go out for more exercise."
Qing'er wrinkled her nose and nodded: "Okay, I'll listen to the young master."
This disciple has always been a lesson that I don’t care about. In the face of her persistence, I can’t control anything except sword matters. The Destruction Sword Saint smiled helplessly.
When Liu Wantang took Qing'er out, he still couldn't figure out what the Sword Saint of Destruction wanted to look at the little girl? The little girl looked at the young master again. Wouldn't that mean that the Sword Saint was looking at the boy's meaning?
Oh my God! Liu Wantang was surprised and felt like he was furious: "It seems, no, it doesn't seem, it's certain! This kid must be the illegitimate son of Lord Sword Saint! Otherwise, how could he be so spoiled by children?"
As the swordsmen left in various ways, the dirty and noisy courtyard became quiet. Lu Ming had no worries about this. Even next to the swordsmen's training ground, he could still be quiet.
As a killer, Lu Ming has long tempered his will. As long as he doesn't want external things, there is no possibility of distracting him from the mind. Within the killer industry, which is equally fierce in competition, this calm mind has taken him away from countless death traps.
Unlike Lu Ming's calmness, when the receptionist Liu Wantang left, a smug smile appeared on the obese friend from the frontier's honest face.
"Little girl, you dare to fight me in just these two fists? Can you be more cunning than the evil wolf on the grassland? And fierce? On the grassland, I have the title of werewolf hunting!"
Friends from the frontier were lying comfortably on the **, patting their belly gently, looking at the mottled roof, thinking about trials in their minds.
"My master said that when the wolves exceed the number of werewolves hunting, what you have to do is to unite others first. When you divide the wolf skin, you will definitely get at least one more. In this way, you will not only gain, but also as a leader, getting more is what you should get."
A picture of a fat middle-aged man holding a fat and tender roasted lamb legs flashed in front of him. Seeing the shrewd smile on his face, the same smile flashed across the face of this friend from the foreign country, just like the same.
He picked up the giant sword, his broad back bounced extremely softly, and his body suddenly floated up. The moment his feet landed on the ground, a dull "boom" sound made, which scared the sword students passing by the courtyard.
Looking back at the shaking bed, he showed a satisfied smile on his face, "It seems that his mastery of power has improved a little more!"
Walking into the corridor, a friend outside the frontier found that the door of the cold-faced swordsman was open, but he sat cross-legged in the **, closing his eyes to practice.
"I actually opened the door and didn't worry about sneak attacking others? How can this be done? When we go out, the first thing we have to do is to be on guard!" A friend from the frontier shook his head with a heart-wrenching look on his face, closed the door for him, and left a sentence through the crack of the door: "Now you can practice with confidence, and I will come to you later after you finish your **."
Although the cold-faced swordsman did not even look at him from beginning to end, this did not prevent his friends from expressing their friendship. He had a simple smile from beginning to end on his face. After closing the door, he turned his head and looked at the room where Lu Ming was, blinked a little, and walked over.
At this moment, Lu Ming, who was alone in the room, was practicing swordsmanship. A friend outside the frontier could clearly see through the window, but he found that he did not use even a trace of sword energy to practice swordsmanship at this time, and just practiced swordsmanship out of thin air in this way.
Talk about war on paper! A friend from the frontier shook his head and sighed, saying, "Just practicing sword out of thin air will only make you remember the way of the sword running, and ignore the essence of the battle. This is not beneficial in battle at all. It is the best to fight in practice, and constantly fight in practice."
While he was speaking, the man had already opened the door and came in, and it was very natural. Lu Ming smiled faintly, and said nothing, continuing to practice the sword out of thin air as he thought.
As for what he said about accumulating combat experience and the use of swords through actual combat? Lu Ming smiled helplessly. He had already mastered his skills in nearly twenty years of his previous life and his career as a killer sect.
Like the high-end position Lu Ming once was on the earth, looking back at the people and things like this friend from the outside world, it felt like an elderly old man listening to his grandson's guidance on how to spend his life.
Lu Ming is not old, but his mood is extremely firm and he is more peaceful. He can smile and point fingers with some kindness in the face of the other party.
Moreover, Lu Ming knew better that what he urgently needed now was strength. It was just that it wanted to absorb the vitality of heaven and earth through meditation and advance step by step. Lu Ming knew that even if he was anxious, it was useless. Moreover, if he had been reluctant to advance, he would not do it, because that would be equivalent to laying hidden dangers in the process of pursuing swordsmanship. Maybe he didn't think much now, but he would definitely come to him in the future.
In addition to strength, like the current sword training, Lu Ming is actually pursuing the sword art!
That's right, Lu Ming's current position has completely crossed the area where he has accumulated combat experience and has reached the height of observing the way of heaven and pursuing the highest level of swordsmanship.
Strength is not a matter of one day or one night, and the same is true for the swordsmanship, so Lu Ming is not in a hurry. Moreover, he is able to pursue and understand the swordsmanship very carefully while advancing steadily, and arrange this time very reasonably.
However, our friends from outside the border did not think so. When he saw Lu Ming had no intention of stopping, he didn't mind at all. He touched the leather sofa with a very good texture, sat down leisurely, picked up the teapot and poured himself a glass of water, and raised his head to drink it clean.
"Ah!" He breathed comfortably, and then said, "You can't just practice swords like this. You have to go out to inquire about the news. I know that in order to make swordsmen of all generations more diligent, the rules of each trial will not be the same. Of course, there are also elements to prevent cheating. Moreover, I have discovered that there are cheating people."
Lu Ming withdrew his sword and smiled faintly again. This person outside the border was quite interesting. Judging from his behavior, this appearance from a barbaric area was not just barbaric, he had the unique shrewdness of a barbarian.
"By the way." My friend from the foreign country remembered that he had not introduced himself yet. "My name is Zhuoligetu. Translated into your meaning, it means Dawei, what about you?"
"Lu Ming." Lu Ming said lightly, and sat down.
"It's very simple." Zhuo Ligetu savored it, but he didn't expect that which big family in Zhenyuan Empire had this surname, so he didn't care about it. (To be continued.)