The black-faced man glanced at the token in Lu Ming's hand, and his eyelids suddenly jumped. It was actually the highest level of the second-level permissions. You old guy who wiped the sword was pretending to be confused. Can't you see that we two brothers are trying to make things difficult for this kid?
Watchdog... The old man who shodian was still doing his own things silently, but he was extremely despised. Now there are not many talented young people like this child, so I will naturally give him the highest authority. This is my responsibility. If you want to question me, then wait for you brothers and you will surpass the sword realm before you talk about it.
Lu Ming bowed to the old man who wiped the sword slightly. Although the old man turned his back to Lu Ming, he smiled faintly, and a kindness appeared in his smile.
Lu Ming turned around and walked out of the Mingjian assessment field, raised his hand and stumbled two tokens, one iron and one copper, and said lightly: "Well, this level is quite interesting, what is that level?"
"You will find this level more interesting." The white-faced gatekeeper walked forward without saying much, obviously he couldn't hold on to his face.
The black-faced man sneered secretly and thought: "You have passed the first two levels, so you are lucky and have a good nose. However, there are two assessment methods in the third level, one is simple and the other is difficult. According to convention, although this kid passed the second level easily, he had to pass the first level for fifty moves, and he barely passed the level. After all, he did not defeat the assessment swordsman. In this way, he should have entered the simple level. However, since this kid is so arrogant, I'll send him into the difficult one, which can be considered anger for both of us brothers!"
The white-faced man looked at his brother and nodded quietly. The difficult assessment method of the third level is actually easier than the simple one, because the simple one is just to insist on ten moves unbeaten by the swordsman who surpassed the swordsman's three-front sword realm in the assessment. It's just a fight. However, the difficult method is to face the wall, where there is a huge "sword" character, which was carved by the previous generation of swordsman with a sword, and it contains countless sword moves!
This kind of sword move is obscure, and it is all integrated into the word "Sword", which tests the swordsman's talent and surname Wu. If the swordsman's qualifications are average, he can only see one move or two moves. He has even heard of some swordsman, but he can't see one move, and he is completely useless!
The more genius the swordsman, the more he sees, the more he sees. The real genius can realize and evolve into the order of magnitude of geometry. However, with their current body and sword realm, they cannot withstand such a test at all, so they will force themselves to vomit blood.
The more sword moves evolved, the more blood vomiting increases, so you have always known the talent of the swordsman as long as you look at the amount of blood vomiting.
Now this kid has passed two levels in a row. Although his performance is pretty good, he is now required to assess this level. If he cannot evolve his sword move, he will fail. If he succeeds, he will vomit blood. In any case, this will help him regain his face and exhale his anger!
After making up his mind, the white-faced gatekeeper stopped and pointed to a dark door and said, "This is the assessment site. After you enter, you must look at the word "sword on the wall and then feel it. As long as you feel that you can evolve three-style sword moves, you can come out. Then go to the staff next to you to gesture. If the other party approves, you will give you a token."
"That's so simple?" Lu Ming looked at the two brothers, and there was a look of suspicion on his face.
They laughed quickly and said, "Actually, we are deliberately choosing simple ones for you. After all, another way is to fight, and you don't think you will like it."
Lu Ming nodded as if he understood the other party's kindness and said, "Well, the fight is really boring, so let's take the exam."
The white-faced middle-aged man nodded to the staff beside him, and the two staff members came over. They pressed the two doors one left and one right, tilted their heads to one side, and when they pushed them away in a panic, their eyes were already tightly closed, and they were very afraid of the words inside.
Seeing their reaction, Lu Ming realized his mind. He looked back at the two gatekeepers, with a faint smile on his face. He found that they closed their eyes tightly and felt that it was not enough. His head turned to the other side, and his face was pale because of fright.
Lu Ming shook his head boredly before turning around and walking in, saying, "Close the door."
Bang! The door seemed to be closed like he could not wait. The two staff members were sweating because they had been a little longer. Which of the people who could work here did not have a little talent? They asked themselves that they were definitely talented, so they were absorbed by the sword hall. So after seeing the consequences of many swordsmen, they would never dare to look inside, and that was definitely asking for trouble!
Hearing the sound of the door closing, the two gatekeepers dared to open their eyes. Although they almost saw the words inside and their faces were pale, they laughed secretly at this moment.
Those who can get to the third level are talented no matter what. In this way, Lu Ming’s time is destined to be difficult.
The two of them had never considered that there would be swordsmen who would not go to see them, because if they didn't look, they would not be able to find the sword moves inside, and even if they failed. However, this third-level authority is the authority that touched the core edge of the headquarters. No swordsmen would be allowed to come here!
The two of them even began to imagine what this kid would look like after he came out. He was pale and forced to go crazy? Or did he bend down and vomit blood three liters after he came out?
Lu Ming walked into the hut, and there was nothing but a chair. He sat down and looked up at the sword word on the wall.
This character is three square meters in square meter. The font is strong and powerful, and it is also engraved with sword intent. From the neat marks on the edges, you can see that the writing person is extremely profound. He has reached the point where he can swing the sword as he pleases, and the sword can follow the hearts of the people.
Lu Ming read the whole word and found that it did contain countless sword moves. From the perspective of other swordsmen, it can indeed evolve sword moves. The fundamental person's talents are different, and the number of sword moves will not be the same.
If the swordsman is really genius, he can definitely evolve more than a hundred moves. Such many moves cannot be cracked and evolved in a short period of time, but the sword moves have been printed, which will cause the swordsman to be unable to adapt to it, and the true qi will be confused, and thus vomiting blood.
Lu Ming smiled indifferently. Of course, he could see through this word at a glance. In fact, the word itself does not have a sword move. He could just arouse the imagination of the swordsman. In conjunction with what the assessor said, the swordsman will try hard to imagine the imaginable sword moves, so after everyone comes out, the sword moves displayed will not be the same, and it can be said that they are self-created swordsmanship.
This is simply no trick, it just tests people's state of mind.
However, this further demonstrates the power of the sword intent, which can subtly arouse the swordsman's imagination and make the swordsman have various illusions. It is indeed a very clever method.
Lu Ming smiled as if he had seen through a trick, got up and left the chair, and walked out of the room.
Squeak...
The sound of the door opening pulled back the thoughts of the two brothers. They looked at Lu Ming, with the revenge he had just been immersed in his fantasy, and Ji Xiao was full of pleasure and quite happy.
However, what disappointed the two was that Lu Ming walked out, his waist did not bend down, and his face did not look pale, just like when he walked in.
Is this a mediocre talent? The white-faced gatekeeper thought a little disappointed. He looked at Lu Ming again before saying, "Since you are out, let's demonstrate the sword moves you have realized in it."
Lu Ming stretched comfortably and said in surprise: "What to demonstrate?"
"Sword move!" said the black-faced man even more surprised: "The rule of the third level assessment is to comprehend at least three sword moves to pass. And the more you comprehend, the higher the authority you get. Why? Have you forgotten? Don't tell me that you went in and took a nap?"
"That's not." Lu Ming said with a bored look: "I read the word "Sword" and it is indeed well written, but there is nothing but a 'person' on it."
"No?" The black-faced man was stunned and suddenly laughed: "Haha! Any swordsman can see the sword moves on it. Even the swordsman with the worst qualifications can see one or two moves. You can't see a single move. This means that you are a completely useless man!"
After he finished speaking, he looked at the two staff members next to him and said, "How is it? You can make a conclusion now, right?"
"I have been in charge of the assessment here for five years. I really haven't seen a swordsman who can't even see a move. You can get to the third level, which is not supposed to be?" A slightly younger staff member in the grade looked at Lu Ming and looked inside curiously. However, he was attracted by the instant. The word "Sword" on the wall seemed to have fatal magnetism.
His face immediately became pale and his expressions were constantly changing, and energy was constantly gushing out of his body, thrusting his clothes and bulging.
Puff! The young swordsman suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood. The powerful explosive force made him rush out, and his back hit the wall five meters away before he stopped.
His expression was dull, letting blood flow from the corners of his mouth, and then his eyes gradually shone brightly. He suddenly moved his whole body, and the steel sword at his waist had appeared in his hand. With the wielding, thirty sword techniques had been used. He smiled and smiled in amazement.
The two brothers of Hei and White were immediately shocked, raised their right hand like conditioned reflexes and set up a pergola on their eyes to prevent themselves from seeing the word and being unable to escape. In their opinion, vomiting blood in order to learn a few sword moves is definitely a harm to themselves. After all, any injury that can vomit blood requires cultivation, and the sword realm cannot be restored to its extreme state during this period! (To be continued.)