"Do you dare to look down on me and my team members?" Zhuo Ligetu's small eyes immediately glared. Although Nangong Huajian was targeting Leng Jian, they were all their team members no matter what. How could they be so insulted?
"Hahaha..." Nangong Huajian just glanced at the fat man and moved his eyes to Leng Jian, with the smile on his face unabated: "Leng Jian, if you want to get a good ranking, you should find some good players. Now I should say what you are good about? It seems that in this trial, you don't even have the chance to enter the final ranking match."
"Get out!" Leng Jian let out a low roar from the depths of his throat. It was already a volcano on the verge of eruption. In this short moment, his voice was hoarse.
Qing'er looked at the two of them in surprise. She had no idea why the genius who had previously had such a good reputation was so sarcastic that he was so willing to spare his energy. Leng Jian, who had always been calm, became furious on the spot. Judging from his condition, he was quite angry.
Lu Ming knew very well that in Nangong Huajian's eyes, Leng Jian was his opponent, and he would never miss the opportunity to exclude his opponent. This means that he was still afraid of Leng Jian. He wanted to use this method to make Leng Jian raged or even give up the game decadently. This was what he wanted. However, he now wanted to directly anger Leng Jian, making him feel hot and uncontrollably. On this occasion, Leng Jian's qualification for participating in the competition would inevitably be cancelled.
Strike the opponent by exposing the scars, it is a good plan and a vicious heart!
Lu Ming could also feel that someone on the platform had begun to pay attention to this place, and the other swordsmen beside him began to whisper.
"Cold Sword?" A Jiansheng's attention was immediately attracted: "Huh? It's really him!"
"Who is Cold Sword?" Jian Sheng said in confusion.
"His? Haven't you heard of him? Although he is a sword student from a small place like Fengcheng, he is a real genius. He signed up for the Sword Hall Trial Competition three years ago with the Sword Realm of the Second Sword Master."
"Wow! The Second Sword Master three years ago, wouldn't he take the next level now?"
"It's not certain. Three years ago, he met with Young Master Nangong in the final ranking match. It is said that the two fought against Sanjue and were finally beaten to death and vomiting blood and lost. I wonder if there will be any losses in the sword realm after being seriously injured!"
"Yes, yes, he met the first genius in our entire Qingyuanzhou, so he was really unlucky..."
Nangong Huajian heard the discussion around him, and the corner of his mouth slowly raised, tidied up his collar slightly, looked at Leng Jian with a deep meaning, then turned around and walked with satisfaction. After only three steps, he stood still and said halfway: "Leng Jian, if you don't have any confidence in the rules of this trial, you'd better go back early. If you get hurt again this time, you don't know if your life can be saved."
Leng Jian raised his eyebrows, and his hand was placed directly on the hilt of the sword, and he was about to draw the sword. Zhuo Ligetu also reached out to grab the hilt of the sword in resentment. Lu Ming frowned and shook his head gently. Although he hated Nangong Huajian very much, no matter what, this place was under the noses of the senior executives of the Sword Hall organization. After all, this place would be severely punished for private fights. As a teammate, Lu Ming would never see such a thing happening, so he immediately stopped the two of them.
"Don't stop me, I'm going to teach this arrogant guy a lesson..."
Zhuo Ligetu was still struggling to move forward, and saw the look that Lu Ming cast. He immediately turned his head to look behind the platform. There was a middle-aged man wearing gorgeous clothes, a sword hanging on his waist, and a slightly fat figure walking slowly. As soon as he appeared, the swordsman who were originally standing on the platform immediately greeted him, and his attitude was truly respectful.
Zhuoligetu's thinking was so active that he immediately realized that this person was the organizer of this trial competition. He immediately exhaled his anger fiercely and stopped.
Nangong Huajian, who had been half-turning, looked back at Leng Jian at this moment, and a smug smile appeared on his face.
Leng Jian closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and immediately realized his impulse and nodded gratefully to Lu Ming. Lu Ming just smiled indifferently.
"Everyone is quiet and come here."
On the high platform, the middle-aged man's voice was low and heavy. He didn't see how loud his voice was. However, it made everyone hear clearly. At the same time, it attracted everyone's attention. The expressions on the faces of the swordsmen also became dignified, as if they wanted to maintain a perfect image in front of this middle-aged man.
Knowing that the fight could not be fought, Leng Jian silently released the palm that was grasping the hilt of the sword. When the fat man Zhuoligetu released the sword, his face looked like "You are lucky."
Lu Ming could sense that at least a dozen Jianshengs were watching Nangong Huajian, as if they would immediately siege them when they waited for his order. It seemed that when they saw Leng Jian appear here, they had made all plans. If possible, they would definitely seize the opportunity and destroy the team together.
"You are really annoying." Lu Ming said calmly.
"Dare you scold me?" Nangong Huajian glared. It was this kid who calmly stopped them and made his plan fail. Otherwise, after he had been beaten up by him, he would have returned to his hometown. Now he dares to scold me? Just because he is a small four-front sword master?
Seeing that the boss's face was wrong, the men who were secretly prepared all surrounded him. Although they couldn't fight, they must find the boss's place.
"Boy, you will definitely pay the price for what you said." A tall and strong sword student stared at Lu Ming, holding everything with both hands, making a sound like a bean-burning sound, and said with a grim smile: "I will smash your mouth bit by bit."
"I understand." Lu Ming said calmly. He never cared about this verbal threat, just to be clear about it.
Nangong Huajian was very satisfied with his subordinates' way of doing things. When they looked at the other party, they actually said that they knew and did not even dare to refute a word.
Haha, this is strength, with many subordinates, and it is also a representative of strength.
Nangong Huajian looked at Lu Ming with a very superior feeling, and his mouth was bent slightly upward, leaving a gloomy laughter, walking closer to the platform.
"Now, I think you have already formed your own team." The middle-aged man was a little silent, glanced at everyone, and said, "Then now I announce that the Sword Hall Trial Competition has officially begun. Now let all the captains of your team come over, draw the numbered nameplate, and then go to find the mentor with the nameplate number."
After saying that, the middle-aged man waved his hand, a young swordsman hugged a red box with only a palm-sized hole on it. Sixteen captains stepped forward in the eyes of the players' longing.
It turned out that he was picking a mentor by drawing lots. Lu Ming smiled faintly, and it looked really rigorous, but he clearly saw that when Nangong Huajian reached out to draw lots, there was a small sign in his palm.
Not only did he cheat in the sword realm, but he even had the personnel responsible for drawing lots in the sword hall. It seems that this time he was determined to win the highest ranking of the trial without hesitation. However, I was determined to win.
At this time, Zhuoligetu sorted out his clothes and image, and looked at his team members in the best posture: "My brothers, of course, and sisters, you should look at your captain, bring you good luck, and draw the best nameplate!" After that, he nodded in his own eyes, turned around and walked towards the high platform.
"Is there any explanation for drawing the number of the nameplate?" Qing'er asked.
"Of course." Leng Jian's voice was still cold, but he still explained: "The sword hall organized a trial to cultivate swordsmen. Different numbers represent different mentors. Their sword realm and knowledge are also different, and the knowledge they can teach is very different. The key is assessment. All the final results of each team are generated in the mentor's records. Therefore, with a good mentor, the trial results can be greatly guaranteed."
Qing'er nodded: "Oh, so it's so important. No wonder the captain looked at the nameplate so seriously."
"Wowhaha..." After a while, Zhuoligetu held up the brand in his hand, ran back with excitement on his face, stood proudly in front of everyone, and said, "Guess, what number is I drawing?"
"No. 1?" Qing'er asked naively.
"Oh..." A friend from the frontier shook his head helplessly, "You can guess at the lucky place, but I think you can't guess it. I'll tell you, No. 13! It seems that No. 13 today is No. 13. Do you think I'm very lucky?"
"No. 13?"
Before everyone could react, a sword student not far away suddenly shouted like he had eaten a fly: "You said you drew No. 13?"
Zhuo Ligetu looked at the other party’s bitter face in a hunch: “Yes, what’s wrong?”
"What's wrong?" Jiansheng looked at him with sympathy and said, "You don't know at first glance, because this number represents the peak of the swordsman in this trial, and the other mentors are all in the swordsman realm. Do you still say you are lucky?"
"That's right, among the mentors of the Sword Hall organization, only the two of them have not yet entered the realm of Sword Master." Another Jiansheng shook his head speechlessly: "And their tempers are extremely bad. If they think the weather is not very good, they may have some problems for you. And they have the lowest strength, so the fewest ones they can teach you." (To be continued.)