Lu Ming drank the hot soup brought by Qing'er. While eating jerky meat, he told everyone about his discoveries and thoughts. After saying that, he asked, "What do you think?"
"You are right. With those of us looking for a needle in such a large area, it is simply a matter of finding a needle in the seabed. Waiting like this is the best way!" Zhuo Ligetu nodded deeply and agreed.
Leng Jian nodded constantly: "This position can not only rest, but also have the best viewing angle. It is the best position nearby, but I think we should be with those..."
"Yo? Isn't this cold sword?"
At this time, a man came from the hillside far away. Lu Ming turned his head and found that he was very strong, and he was comparable to Zhuoligetu. But if Zhuoligetu was made of fat meat, he said that Zhuoligetu was made of
Then these people were all muscles, with wide shoulders and national-shaped faces bulging with solid muscles. Behind him, a group of people came out one after another, with fifteen of them wearing different clothes and in their hands
The swords were also different, but they walked proudly with the same steps, and the expressions on their faces were all smiles.
Lu Ming sat calmly in place. Although he sensed the aura of these people before, he didn't expect that the core of their team, that is, the person who came in the middle of the team, was actually Nangong Huajian who had a holiday with Leng Jian!
The aura on his body at this time was completely wrong than before. Even the aura emitted from the good sword in his hand could not hide his sharpness. It was actually a few points stronger in just a few days!
A faint smile appeared on the corner of Lu Ming's mouth. It seemed that the pill that suppressed the power of Nangong Huajian took when he cheated was gradually fading. However, it seems that he also chose this place to rest or to be with himself.
With the same purpose,
Nangong Huajian glanced at Lu Ming's team, and finally his eyes fell proudly on Leng Jian, thinking to himself: "Although this Leng Jian sword is a little bit short, he still has a little vision to choose this place.
After all, I have looked at this area carefully. Only this place is the best place to rest and also to observe all the movements below."
Nangong Huajian has never underestimated Leng Jian, and regards him as a hero in his own age, and he has risen very fiercely after being injured. Of course, no matter how powerful they are, they will not care, because
On the way of swordsmanship, they could only follow them, and soon they could no longer see their backs.
A genius like me and a talented man like them are just two parallel lines, and there is no possibility of crossing. This is the gap between people!
But when the two lines are a little closer by chance, I will never mind suppressing them. If they can never practice swordsmanship, it would be great. Everything depends on whether they can recognize or not.
The brave sword student, who was walking in front, touched the broad sword on his back with his right hand and walked forward. Although he had just joined Nangong Huajian's trial team, he had already heard of his reputation.
, If you have the opportunity to follow him this time, why don’t you show it well? As long as you satisfy him, your own path will be smooth sailing and nothing will be lacking.
"Leng Jian, it's such a coincidence! What? Are you teaching your own team members?"
The sturdy Jiansheng said arrogantly with a smug smile on his face: "Now our boss is going to rest here. We don't want anyone to disturb him. That's the matter. You can take your subordinates out of this place quickly, so don't you?
...Hahaha..."
The Jiansheng touched his broad sword and sneered. The more mean that his smile was, the more mean it was.
Two more people walked out behind him, looked at Leng Jian with disdain, and waved impatiently: "While our boss is in a good mood now, you can get out as soon as possible! Get out of here, you can still get over the trial as soon as possible!
There is a chance to go back with some results!”
"A defeated general is just a defeated general. What do you mean to him? You'll get out immediately if you tell him to get out?" The other man was full of mocking.
Nangong Huajian said nothing, but his nostrils were facing the sky and his face was proudly standing. In his eyes, everyone was just a phantom. As long as he wanted to kill them, it was just a waving hand.
No matter how powerful a phantom is, how big a storm can it create?
Leng Jian's face was as cold as usual, but he knew very well that he had lost a lot of impulses now. Even this was a bit surprising in his heart. He didn't expect that after contacting Lu Ming for a short period of time, he was also affected.
His indifferent influence made his mentality much calmer.
He smiled secretly in his heart, Leng Jian calmly looked at the three arrogant Jiansheng in front of him, and said, "What if I don't get out?"
Hearing this, the three Jianshengs were stunned for a moment. Then the sturdy Jiansheng shook his head speechlessly and kept sneering: "Don't get out? Then you have to think about the consequences, this is not
On the ring, where my boss could defeat you, but he kept his hands. Now in this environment, no one knows even if you kill you, and who will know? Because of your captain's decision, all your team members are
To die!”
"Don't there be no one here first or later?" Zhuo Ligetu's fat face was full of dissatisfaction and condemned: "Don't you always say that you are educated? You said all day long that we are not educated outside the border?
Why don’t you understand such simple principles and the most basic etiquette issues now? This really makes me very eye-opener!”
"Hehe..." The strong Jian Sheng walked forward with a helpless smile on his face, raised his hand and patted Zhuo Ligetu's shoulder, and said in an old-fashioned manner: "Boy, you want to see
Just be clear, this is the place where the sword madman dies. Now the place where the sword hall is controlled by the trial. Here, the strong are the ones who are strong, who have the right to speak. Have you seen that person?
Yes, it’s my boss. He is the most famous genius in Qing Yuanzhou. Nangong Huajian, do you have the right to let you get out of here if you say him?"
The Jiansheng proudly tidied his hair, turned his head to glance at Lu Ming and Ouyang Luo, shook his head, pointed his finger at the ground under his feet and said, "What's wrong with the disciple of Sword King? Here, Sword King can't even get in.
Ah, let’s talk about the realm of the Sword King in front of my boss, so it doesn’t take much time to achieve it. My boss’s goal is the Sword Saint!”
"Sword Saint?" Nangong Huajian smiled proudly: "Sword Saint is just my second goal, and it's nothing great. My ultimate goal is the realm of the Sword King, and I want the entire sword energy continent to be
Come and look up to me!"
"Wow! It turns out that the boss has customized the goals and plans!" The strong Jiansheng looked surprised.
After Nangong Huajiao's death, the Jiansheng, who had been with him for a long time, had a serious face and said, "The boss's goal is so high that we can't see with such a simple look? Now we only
We need to follow the boss's pace, and our future achievements will not be lower than those of the Sword Master. At that time, what is the Sword King?"
For a moment, Nangong Huajian's subordinates all had blue light in their eyes, and their longing for the future had reached an unparalleled level, and they were even more proud of being Nangong Huajian's subordinates!
"Sword Master?" Lu Ming looked at Nangong Huajian calmly and said lightly: "You have this goal and have the face to let us get out of the way? Everyone has the goal of each of us.
Sword Immortal.”
Hearing Lu Ming's extremely indifferent words, Nangong Huajian frowned, and his proud face could not be maintained. He thought to himself: "A genius like him is actually lower than a small swordsman?
The boy is very arrogant!"
Looking at Nangong Huajian's full of anger, the three swordsmen around Feng Xiangtian's scalp jumped. They had heard about Nangong Huajian several times, all about how strong his combat power was.
, defeated those things like who, and there are many rumors about his surname. They all say that he is very proud and his surname is cold. Anyone with such a person cannot withstand the stimulation, and he speaks sarcasm like Lu Ming.
He, belittling him, has violated his biggest taboo!
At this time, a Jiansheng beside Feng Xiangtian had already walked to Lu Ming, quietly pulled his sleeve, and whispered: "Brother, that's not what we said. We are now a vulnerable group, and we should bow down to others.
Just lower your head, and you will be left with green mountains, so you won’t be afraid of burning firewood! If you really get a stalemate, it will be of no benefit to you geniuses. Even if your sword is strong, it will be easy to break!"
Seeing Jian Sheng's cautious look, Lu Ming smiled indifferently and said nothing, after all, he was kind-hearted.
Feng Xiangtian took a few steps forward, walked to Nangong Huajian and others, and gave a swordsman ceremony with a calm expression, saying, "Everyone, we have no intention of offending. In fact, this matter is no big deal, it's just a place.
Did we just give it up, everything should be based on trial..."
"What do you want?" Zhuo Ligetu screamed: "Who the fuck likes to walk, I will never leave. This is what I came first!"
Originally, when Feng Xiangtian came out to say goodbye, the swordsmen were already smiling proudly and preparing to take over the territory, but when he heard the barbaric fat man's voice, his face suddenly darkened. Among them, the strong swordsmen were particularly strong.
Stand out, stretched out a finger and said, "Ten numbers, if you still don't get out of here, we will do it!" After that, he shouted hurriedly: "One! Two! Three..."
A buzzing sound!
Just as this man called out to three, Zhuo Ligetu's giant sword was immediately unsheathed. He grabbed the giant sword with both hands and smashed it at the strong sword student who was similar to his figure.