Zhuo Ligetu looked at Lu Ming unexpectedly. Although Lu Ming walked indifferently, it was easy to feel that he had relaxed, but he could feel that he had been using his induction power to detect the surroundings, although
I still can't figure out what power he is using to sense it, and it is also very weak, but it proves that his ability is outstanding from beginning to end.
Zhuo Ligetu glanced at Lu Ming, his eyes full of praise. After all, everyone knows that his family is very rich, so he naturally is a dissolute family and a Jiansheng who has been staying in the sword courtyard.
He should be like those rich families who are arrogant, speak rudely and unreasonably when fighting, but he is an exception, an exception that countless people cannot believe!
Needless to say, in the past, just yesterday, he not only purified all the sword demon beads, allowing everyone to absorb sword energy and bring more lasting escape ability, but also lifted the seal on the saint with his unique power.
This increased everyone's speed by a further level, and they were able to reach the edge now.
Gradually, the camp filled with marching tents appeared in Zhuoligetu's sight. It was not until this time that he was truly relaxed. At the same time, Lu Ming beside him gradually relaxed a little.
At the entrance of the camp, Jiansheng rushed back one after another, handed over the sword he carried to the staff of the sword hall, and then exchanged for his corresponding points. However, most people's faces were not good-looking, and it seemed that they had not obtained any
After a few excited cheers of their dream achievements, the sword students were all lying tiredly on the ground and drowsy.
The two seniors, Saint of Destruction and the Old Sword Master, looked calmly in the trial area, chatting a few times from time to time, but they were all about what achievements their disciples could achieve this time. There were differences in their opinions, and the two elders were still
After talking for a few words, the atmosphere was relaxed and harmonious.
Not far from the left side of the two elders, Qian Wantong sat upright on a grand master chair, looking at the trial area with a comfortable expression. When occasionally looking at the two elders, his eyes were full of disdain.
Not to mention that this time his apprentice Li Zhennan was taking his sword to participate in the trial. Even his own Four-Strike Sword Master's realm, he is also outstanding among these sword students. If he cannot get it,
Good grades, then who can achieve it? Is it just based on the apprentice of that old guy, Four-Feng Sword Master? Haha, it's simply a joke!
"Master, when will senior brother come out?" Zhao Fengyi was already impatient on her delicate face.
Qian Wantong glanced at the two elders, then turned around and said with a smile: "Baby apprentice, don't worry. Look, in our Qingyuanzhou, there are only a few well-known swordsmanship. If your senior brother can't get it well
Results, do you need those who have the reputation of being a prodigal son to achieve good results? Will Jiantang rely on such a person to carry forward the achievements in the future? Old man Ji, are you right? Hahaha..."
The Destruction Sword Saint was silent. No matter where people like Qian Wantong could not compare with him, he felt a little strange. After the previous trials of the Sword Hall, whether they were the upper-level figures or mentors of the Sword Hall,
They will come to pick up the Jiansheng who returned from the trial to show the importance the Jiantang attaches to them, but this time it was not the case. There were only a few mentors and the staff of the Jiantang, and no one else came. This is abnormal.
It seems that something happened in Jiantang.
The old sword master smiled indifferently and said, "I know my disciple best. Before he came back, nothing you said was useless. You should just see the facts before you talk. However, you have to do it.
Be mentally prepared!"
Seeing the bright smile on the old sword master's face, Qian Wantong's heart suddenly burst into tears. This old thing has been so happy since he was promoted to the Sword King realm. Isn't it up to me to advance?
However, he felt uncomfortable, but his face was full of comfort. He turned his head and looked at the nearby staff of the Jiantang who were recording the sword generation results. So far, the Jianshes have really not made a name for themselves. It seems that they are waiting for him.
Apprentice!
"Master, look, it's senior brother!"
When Zhao Fengyi saw her senior brother's figure appearing on the road, she screamed in shock.
Qian Wantong immediately withdrew his mind and turned to look over. When he saw his apprentice leading the team back, he glanced at him and saw that the subordinates behind Li Zhennan were carrying a lot of packages on their bodies. He looked at the heavy weight.
The appearance and size are obviously filled with swords inside, and it seems that the results are really good!
Qian Wantong got up and came to the recorder in the sword hall next to him, looked around with a smile, and then nodded to Li Zhennan.
"Master..." Li Zhennan rushed from afar with his empty steps. Seeing Master Qian Wantong nodding affirmatively to him, he suddenly felt a sense of security and ease that he had not had for a long time, but he just wanted to
He bowed and bowed, but the mental relaxation brought endless fatigue. The waist that had just bent down had no strength to stand up, and he fell to the ground immediately.
"Nan'er!" Qian Wantong was shocked. He flashed and directly supported Li Zhennan with both hands, so that he did not fall heavily. However, Qian Wantong found that he had fallen into a coma and was all over.
The true qi was completely exhausted and the meridians were seriously traumatized. It can be judged that he was almost only supporting him with a trace of will to the moment he came out.
Qian Wantong glanced at the trial place shrouded in death breath, shook his head and sighed: "This child... is really exhausted."
After asking his subordinates to carry Li Zhennan away, Qian Wantong immediately came to the recorder and asked proudly in a tone: "My apprentice, how are the trial results?"
The recorder's pen was flying like a flying pen. When the last one fell, he was shocked and said in surprise: "Be good! So far, the team he led is the highest score among all the swordsmen teams! And surpassed the second place
There are 10,000 points!"
"Ten thousand points?" Jiansheng, who was resting next to him, was shocked: "This is equivalent to ten swords of the Great Sword Master-level ghost swordsmen! How did he get it?"
"That's right, even if Li Zhennan is at the peak of the Great Sword Master, he can't get so many ten games, right? What's more, this is a score that is above the second place. Oh my god! Could it be that he led the team into it?
The ghost swordsman's nest is right?"
"It's really incredible. It seems that the name of Li Zhennan is not wasted at all. He really deserves to be a genius among geniuses!"
For a moment, the swordsmen were talking about Li Zhennan who was carried away, but they all commented on how genius they were, and their tone was even more envious.
Qian Wantong laughed, and turned to look at the Destruction Sword Saint and the Old Sword Master. He was very identifiable and straightened his waist and said, "Don't you speak according to the grades? What do you think now? Is my disciple enough?
Genius? Hahaha, I have said a long time ago that whether a person is a genius cannot be seen in a breakthrough, but he still has to look at his eyes. I think your vision is very average! Hey? Look, they are coming out
.”
Following Qian Wantong's finger direction, many swordsmen really saw Lu Ming and others walking out. However, to everyone's surprise, their hands were empty, and someone immediately said: "What's going on? So far
So far, there is no zero score, but why haven’t these people come out with their swords?”
"Yes, I've never encountered such a thing. You see, their mental state is very different from that of all the people who come out. Could it be that they didn't get inside at all, just waiting for the end of the time in the margins?"
"No, don't you find that Nangong Huajian is also in their team? This person is recognized as the first genius of Qing Yuanzhou. When he comes to the trial, he will definitely not be able to do such a thing. I think they must be
I encountered something serious and had to end the result."
Everyone was talking about it. Zhao Fengyi glanced at Lu Ming and sneered: "It's not surprising. Can a person who can't even protect his own sword be called a swordsman? Look at this person who even has his own sword.
If it is gone, it will naturally be normal to fail.”
"It seems that there is no result." Qian Wantong stroked his beard, but when he spoke, he looked at the old sword master.
The recorder of the sword hall looked at Lu Ming incredibly, and then Nangong Huajian. He couldn't figure out why they ended up with such a result, so he had to say: "If you can't take out the sword, then according to the trial rules.
, In this first round of trial, you will be eliminated."
The Destruction Sword Saint and the Old Sword Master also looked at each other, but they were not surprised by the result, but this team. Nangong Huajian's arrogance is very famous for the entire Qing Yuanzhou, and he can afford it.
The name of genius is now joined by such people, and their condition looks very poor. From this point of view, they must have experienced a tragic trial that many people have not experienced!
"Such a genius was impressed by my disciple. Even if there was no grade, the trial was successful." The old sword master thought so.
Lu Ming led a group of people to the recorder indifferently and said lightly: "There is no result this time, but we brought someone back from it."
"People?" Zhao Fengyi saw Lu Ming's indifference and her anger burned her whole body, but now she was the best opportunity to stimulate him. She immediately sneered and said, "What can I do if I bring people out?"
Like? The trial rules organized by the Jiantang are to bring out the sword from it. Do you think you failed the trial and cannot face the elders of your hometown. Now you want to find an excuse to get over it? I tell you, if you dream, you want to
Face the reality, pack your luggage and take a big zero, and get back to your small place!"
The recorder and several staff members of the Sword Hall looked at Zhao Fengyi and frowned slightly, but no matter what, they would give her master a face. (To be continued.)