"Hmph!" The young swordsman snorted heavily, looked at Lu Ming with his eyebrows and stared at him, shook his hand and threw out a small token, and then turned away fiercely.
Lu Ming reached out and grabbed the token and took a look. The brand was not big, the size of a thumb, but the material was made of pure iron, with a level engraved on it, representing permissions, and behind it, fifty was engraved, showing the tricks of the moves.
The young man obviously had a higher-level token on his body, and it seemed that this permission was not very good. I thought it would be a more difficult battle to survive fifty moves.
Lu Ming shook his head helplessly, glanced at the back of the young swordsman, and then said lightly: "The talent is indeed average, and his mood is even worse. The future is there. What future does such a swordsman have?"
So arrogant! He actually commented on the swordsman of the swordsman in Jiantang with an old aura! The black-faced gatekeeper looked up and down at Lu Ming. He had never been to the swordsman in Jiantang headquarters. He dared to make such a bold statement for the swordsman elite. Seeing that you are less than twenty years old, you must have never suffered a loss, otherwise you would have been beaten up long ago.
But don't worry, you have to obtain permission later, and I'll give you a good look later! The black-faced man looked at his companion secretly, and both of them had a tacit understanding of their eyes.
"I'm still in a hurry, so let's go to the next authority now." Lu Ming's faint words made the white-faced gatekeeper look blue. No one has ever dared to show off in the sword hall so much. Today I will let him see what the sword hall is! What is my territory!
"Okay, come with me."
The white-faced gatekeeper had a smile on his face and a hint of congratulations. However, after turning around, his face suddenly became gloomy. His heart had already begun to calculate, but he said in a calm tone: "The next assessment is called Mingjian."
"Mingjian?" Lu Ming was stunned for a moment, not knowing what the word meant. Although the white-faced man was facing his back to him, his expression did not escape the capture of perception. Lu Ming knew that people like the black-faced man were not very threatening. If they were opponents, the white-faced man was a fatal poisonous snake with beautiful patterns.
The saint was calm and still. With her identity, these janitors certainly did not dare to have any thoughts about her. Even if there was, she would not care, because it was simply the gap between frogs and swans.
Lu Ming sighed secretly. Sometimes his identity is really useful, otherwise he would not have to be so troublesome to take the assessment.
"This is Mingjian's assessment site." The white-faced man stood still and pushed open the two doors.
This is a huge room, with only one person constantly rubbing the sword and removing it. This is a real sword world, which is presented to Lu Ming. He glanced at it and found that there were actually ninety-nine swords here. A ray of light shone in along the window, and the swords were intersecting each other, and the cold air made people feel the pressure.
These swords are not ordinary swords, but good swords with a level of twenty forging. The sword hall uses such swords to conduct assessments, which is also showing outsiders his strength.
The sword hall is indeed the sword hall! Lu Ming sighed secretly and said, "How do you evaluate me?"
"There are 999 swords here, among which..." The white-faced gatekeeper walked forward a few steps and pointed at the sword and said, "One of them was stained with human blood and then wiped clean. Now, as long as you can accurately select the blood-stained sword, you have obtained the second-level permission, and the staff here will send you the permission token."
The black-faced man laughed secretly in his heart. There was not only one sword that had been stained with human blood, but a total of ten. According to the regulations of the sword hall, only if the swordsman who participated in the assessment was selected, he could pass the test.
Now that you have only one, your subconscious mind will definitely think that there is only a blood-stained sword here, and then you can only choose one, and the staff here will definitely tell you that you have failed.
Hehe! Then I just want to say that what I said at that time was to find out every blood-stained sword. What tricks do you have? Boy! Don’t be too arrogant under the eaves! Today I will teach you how to understand how to adapt!
"Oh." Lu Ming nodded gently, looked at the swords, and then said, "But what if I took out more than one blood-stained sword?"
Huh? The white-faced man was shocked, but the surprise was hidden in his heart, but it was already rumbling: "Did this guy find more than a blood-stained sword?"
The black-faced people almost frowned, and although their hearts were rumbling, they had to say: "If you think there are many blood-stained swords, then take them out, but be careful, this is a big deal that means whether you can successfully obtain authority."
When the black-faced man spoke, his fingers also suggested that the last name was extended. If there were outsiders, he would definitely think that Lu Ming had spent money to bribe them, so that he would do so. However, the saint smiled faintly, as if saying: "Is this going to stump my man? You are too pediatric."
So that's it. Lu Ming sneered a few times in his heart. Last time you told me that I would have to last fifty moves, but didn't tell me that I could defeat him. It seems that this time there must be more than a blood-stained sword inside!
Lu Ming looked at the swords, then walked inside, and chose them from time to time. It looked decent. In just a few minutes, he walked out with a bunch of swords.
The black-faced man's face turned gloomy because every time Lu Ming took out a sword, it was a sword that was stained with human blood, as precise as if he had placed it on it. Even if he had to put it on himself and come back to get it, it might not have been as accurate as him. But he was already in the realm of a swordsman, and he was just an intermediate swordsman?
The white-faced man looked at the sword in Lu Ming's hand and looked very bad, but he was still a routine thing. After seeing the black face, he said, "Then let's count and check it."
Alas! The black-faced man took a sword from Lu Ming's hand, looked up and down carefully, and said, "The selection was successful."
In fact, he already had the answer in his mind. If it was just a pretentious look, it seemed that he really wanted to take the next test. This was his own failure! Ah?
As the black-faced person counted, his eyes suddenly lit up because he actually took eleven swords in Lu Ming's hand!
"Hey! Boy, you failed!" The sudden change almost made the black-faced person scream excitedly.
"Failed? Impossible." Lu Ming asserted: "Every sword I took out was stained with blood."
"What a pity!" said the white-faced sighing: "Of the nine hundred and ninety-nine swords, only ten of them are stained with human blood, and are soaked with blood, and then wiped clean. I really admire you to find them all, but if you took one more sword, this sword could not have been stained with blood, because this is the rule of the sword hall and is very strict."
"I originally wanted to take it to the next assessment venue, but now it seems that your steps are over." The black-faced man looked helpless and regretful, and then said, "But you already have first-level authority, just go in with the Saint, but remember, don't leave the adults, otherwise you will be arrested. Our sword hall is kind, but outsiders cannot break our rules arbitrarily, so you still have to accept punishment to serve as a warning to others..."
"Impossible." Lu Ming waved his hand and said, "I'll ask you, if you want to know whether there is blood on it, how do you make a judgment?"
The black-faced man smiled proudly and said, "This is not simple. A sword stained with blood must have residual bloody smell on it. Moreover, the sword stained with blood is destined to have murderous aura. It is completely two levels of the sword that is not stained with blood. It is like one has eaten and the other is still sleeping. This assessment not only requires the swordsman to have outstanding perception, but also the talent of a swordsman taking the postgraduate entrance examination. But now it seems that you have failed, which means that your talent and perception are very same..."
"Wait." The staff member who was rubbing the sword silently suddenly said, then he walked over quickly, took the steel sword directly from the white-faced man, looked at it for a moment, and said, "This sword is also stained with blood, I can be sure."
"Impossible!" The black-faced man shouted directly, "Since I took over this stall, there have been only ten blood-stained swords here, and the eleventh one has never appeared. You wipe the sword every day, and you recognize every sword here. Are you confused now?"
The staff looked at Lu Ming in surprise, and even looked carefully for a long time, then calmly glanced at the black-faced man and said, "I accidentally cut my finger when I was wiping the sword the day before yesterday. Although I quickly reacted, there was still a trace of blood on it. I quickly wiped it clean and felt it was inappropriate. I rinsed it with clean water three times, then replaced it with a new cotton towel and dried it. I didn't feel it vaguely. But I didn't expect that you would actually choose it today. Young man, you are very good!"
As the staff said, he took out a token from his waist, put his hands in Lu Ming's hand, and said, "Young man, I have been wiping the sword for thirty years. I have never met a young man who can find all ten swords. I didn't expect you to find the eleventh one, which is good, very good!"
Lu Ming smiled indifferently and took the token. He didn't need to look at it. The feeling from his hands knew that this token was made of pure copper, heavy, and the purple luster showed a level of purity.
In fact, you can't use perception ability to find these swords by yourself. Just relying on the killer's intuition, you can know which sword is stained with blood. The bloody aura and murderous aura on it are as bright as a torch lit at night. (To be continued.)