For a time, many sword students looked at them with sympathy. These people not only had a holiday with the top genius Nangong Huajian, but also drew representatives of these two bad-tempered mentors. I really don’t know if God favored them or their luck was extremely bad.
As soon as Lu Ming came to this square today, he had noticed the strength of the mentors on the high platform, and he also saw that the sword hall had brought out all the old foundation this time, and almost all the swordsman masters sent out.
The rare swordsman in Pingyueli is now almost a cabbage. Of course, this also accounts for most of the total swordsman swordsman in the country, and not many have come.
This is the real family of Jiantang.
But... Lu Ming frowned. This time, he was lucky enough to choose the unique No. 13 among the seventeen nameplates. If no one was involved, no one would believe it.
Lu Ming stood calmly, ignoring those sympathetic eyes. Jianhen was extremely tricky and quickly found several gloating eyes. They were Nangong Huajian's subordinates.
And Nangong Huajian once again changed to a handsome face and went to chat with the mentors.
At this time, a tall and thin old man walked over quickly. He was wearing a black long gown. Although he was nearly 60 years old, he was still very enthusiastic. The wrinkles on his face were too tight. Now he couldn't see anything, but white marks appeared. However, not only no one dared to laugh, but even the swordsmen hid far away where he passed, for fear of touching some bad luck.
"Did you choose No. 13?" The old man spoke a little sharply and his tone was very fast. Lu Ming felt that he really thought what Jiansheng said, and his temper looked very bad.
"Yes, I went to draw it." Zhuo Ligetu responded immediately, but the old man kept looking suspiciously at himself and everyone, feeling really uncomfortable.
"That's it. Now I am your mentor, but now you are not qualified to know my name. Just call me a mentor." The old man had a cold face, even colder than Leng Jian: "I will take you guys to take the exam. I am not interested in bringing waste. If that's the case, I would rather not bring it, than wait until the real trial to embarrass you. My old face can't afford to lose everyone from you!"
"See it? What did I say? Have you seen it?" Not far away, a Jiansheng shook his head, kept making tsk sounds in his mouth, and said in a suppressed voice: "This person is so terrifying. He is still just one person now. If two people come together, then they will be able to open their eyes and make people know what a confidant is and what a stinky smell is!"
"Yes, yes, if it's the best one for other mentors, it's fine. This mentor has a certain degree of brain flexibility than his temper. These kids seem to be really miserable this time!"
"Hey! If they really can't pass the tutor's assessment, what should these people do?"
"What should I do? All the mentors were put in handy this time. Where can I get idle people? Let's go home!"
"Oh! Although the trial has begun, it is not yet the real time. If you go back now, you will be really ashamed of your hometown!"
"Oh! Who made their luck so bad? Leng Jian's luck was so bad last time. I didn't expect that this time, it was still the same!"
For a moment, the swordsmen were holding their nameplate and sighing, and once again cast sympathy for the weak.
However, Lu Ming happened to be the opposite of everyone. He was very interested in this mentor. He went out for trials by himself to see more things in the sword energy continent. If he really had some tricks, it would be a kind of training for himself. Moreover, Lu Ming was secretly happy that anyone with a bad temper had a very straightforward surname. He could not suppress his temper at all. He said whatever he thought. Compared with Nangong Huajian, who had a set of people in front of others and a set of people in the back, he didn't know how many times it was better.
Ouyang Luo and Leng Jian had no expression on their faces and just waited for the mentor to play cards. Qing'er felt very novel. Besides, as long as she followed the young master, it would be no big deal to go to the sword mountain.
Zhuo Ligetu's small eyes were full of dissatisfaction. Although he was not a genius, he was not bad. Moreover, there was no one who was bad in the team members he selected from his own eyes. Now he underestimated us like this.
"Teacher, I don't agree with your evaluation! Why not, the tutor will try me yourself!" When Zhuo Ligetu spoke, his teeth were biting his lips tightly, and the fighting spirit bloomed on his body was extremely fierce.
"Oh? It's interesting!" The instructor laughed as if he was accepting a challenge: "Okay, go find a place now and come with me."
"Okay, let's go." This time, my friend from the frontier took off the sword and dragged it backwards in his hand, following him directly as if he was not afraid of the world.
Qing'er and Ouyang Luo immediately looked at Lu Ming, with the meaning of "vigilance".
Lu Ming raised his eyebrows gently, knowing that this mentor has been in a high position for a long time and looks down on Jiansheng who is overestimating his abilities and wants to achieve high results. He has no bad intentions, so he said lightly: "Of course I have to go."
Ouyang Luo's sword eyebrows suddenly raised, and his whole body exuded a fierce fighting spirit. Tan Lang's unique murderous intent actually made Leng Jian beside him frown, and even aroused his fighting spirit.
Lu Ming smiled indifferently. As good swordsmen, they certainly have the spirit of refusing to give in and the blood surname. If they don’t prove it now, they will be looked down upon.
In this way, the crowd followed the mentor who didn't know his name. Looking at Lu Ming and others' figures getting farther away, many Jiansheng shook his head and sighed: "Oh! These guys who don't know how to live or die..."
Chapter 6
Lu Ming and his friends followed the mentor floating in front of him and left the city directly. Zhuo Ligetu dragged the giant sword all the way back, and the fighting spirit emitted all over his body scared away many passers-by, but he didn't care at all. He just wanted to catch up with this mentor with a weird temper, but no matter how hard he tried, the distance between the two was always so far, neither too much nor too much.
"What's going on? This mentor is fishing us without any speed. He doesn't want to waste our strength, right?" Zhuo Ligetu wiped the sweat from his face, slowed down a little, and ran side by side with Lu Ming and others.
"There is this possible surname." Lu Ming said lightly: "After all, the trial had already begun when we got the nameplate."
"Yeah." Zhuo Ligetu agreed very much. He rubbed his chin and looked mysterious and said, "I think this instructor brought us here when we got the brand. He said it was an assessment, but in fact he wanted to catch us off guard. After all, we signed up today. No one brought any equipment or supplies except swords. Now he has been running for so long, even if there is no drop of water."
Everyone immediately agreed, and Lu Ming felt that his analysis was very clear and his mind was really not very delicate. I am afraid that the assessment difficulty of this mentor would not be worse than the real trial.
Lu Ming felt a little excited. In other swordsmen's eyes, they were unlucky, but now it seems that if the difficulty of his assessment is really improved, then these people will be like a trial first, and then when they go to the trial, they will definitely be more experienced than most swordsmen.
Maybe he knew that many people cheated.
Lu Ming was thinking, and saw that the instructor stood not far ahead like a bamboo pole plunging into the ground, waiting for everyone to arrive.
The instructor glanced at everyone, feeling a little satisfied with the speed and endurance of these people. When he led the team last time, he used the same method, but only half of the eight people in that team followed him. The others actually went back to find the deputy hall master and asked if he understood what was going on. Is such a person qualified to be a swordsman? It's so ridiculous.
Seeing that Lu Ming and others were still in a state of mental state at this moment, the instructor wrote a point on his small notebook.
"You, come here." The instructor pointed to Zhuoligetu: "Don't you want to try with me? You are the Six-Strike Sword Master. I will use this realm to fight you now and draw a sword!"
"Okay! I'll let you know what it means to be someone outside of people!"
Zhuoligetu walked out of the crowd, stood firmly with his feet, raised his hand to take the giant sword from his back, and immediately released a fierce fighting spirit, like a vicious wolf hunting, extremely fierce.
"What's the use of being a vicious person? You have to make the sword ruthless." The instructor's old face showed disdain.
"roar……"
What Zhuoligetu couldn't stand the most was that others looked down on him. He suddenly roared, raised his right foot and stepped forward, making an explosion, and the ground trembled. His huge body rushed towards the mentor like a wild bull, but he didn't see a smug smile on the corner of the old man's mouth.
Lu Ming frowned immediately. This instructor had figured out Zhuo Ligetu's surname in such a short time, which made him restless. This was a taboo in the battle. It seemed that this instructor was hidden.
Woo! The fat man jumped up, and his giant sword slashed out a "whip" sound, emitting a cold light in the sun, slashing towards the instructor.
The old man seemed to be a little satisfied with the sword, but he had no expression on his face at the moment, and only this sword in his eyes. The ordinary steel sword in his hand was quite fast. Only Lu Ming in the field could see clearly how fast he was drawing the sword.
The old man's sword did not fight against the fat man's giant sword, but climbed up the giant sword like a poisonous snake, and then pressed down...
Hiss! The sword edge of the giant sword slashed directly into the soil, and the fat man's face changed drastically. Unexpectedly, the instructor's sword was like his strange temper, exuding that tricky feeling. (To be continued.)