"Cut ~~!" The swordsmen were even more disdainful, but they looked at the same position in front of them, and they were called young people ..
Lu Ming nodded and looked at the past. This sword was 17 or eight years old. The sword realm was the peak of the big swordsman. He was about to enter the sword division.
After all, in the star sword courtyard of Tiandu City, most of this age is only a swordsman. At that time, only Ouyang Luo with greedy wolf sword body entered the realm of swordsmen.
However, it is different in this person. Their family is powerful and has a top -level and powerful backing like Jiantang. Various materials that are scarce outside the outside can be eaten as snacks. Even creating a genius is not too difficult.
Lu Ming thought for a moment, and then walked to this sword, and asked: "In the sword hall, your family has the biggest power?"
"That's right!" Said the young teenager named Kong Shao, and said, he looked at Lu Ming with his lower eyelids and said, "What's wrong with me ... click!"
A crisp sound suddenly sounded, and all the swords students who speculated that Lu Ming's intention sounded that it was so abrupt and harsh, just like a wooden stick was broken by a great force, and it was like the table legs were broken.
According to their own judgment, the swords were in their own judgment. They turned their attention and saw that the legs of the table were broken, but the empty calf was with the broken table legs, for a shape.
What's going on? The swordsmen were startled.
"Ah ... it hurts me!" The sword named Kong Shaosheng leaned backwards, and the painful white face twisted, red and white, and also sent out a burst of tragic to kill pigs to kill pigs.
Howling: "Ah ... it hurts me ..."
The sword behind him saw very clearly. Lu Ming just lifted it and gently stretched his feet, but the solid wood's table legs were soft like cheese.
Then he touched the empty legs gently, but his legs were completely inconsistent with the speed of this foot, twisted and deformed, and then made a crispy ring, completely breaking.
How can this be like this? This sword is dumbfounded. The full name of the empty little is Sima Kong. Their Sima family is the middle -level character of the sword hall. There is a peak of the sword king in the family.
Trust the Sima family very much.
But so powerful, it was actually a new sword master who did not seem to be very old.
"Damn! You dare to beat people!" A sword student suddenly came out of the sword, and more than a dozen other swords students also jumped up.
!
Lu Ming's waist sword suddenly came out of the sheath. He raised his hand and stretched his sword backwards. He still looked at the miserable sword student and said indifferently: "What to beat?
kill."
Lu Ming's tone is very indifferent. What he said is not important. The problem is that there is no trace of color in it. This kind of discourse that almost reaches minus tens of degrees is that all swords students have never heard.
The words are listened to the sideline, pleasing, praise, and pure support.
The huge contrast ordered the sword of the sword to pull the sword before shaking, and the sword was thrown on the ground, and his head was pulled down. He was shaking all over his body.
Murder! Unpredictable murderous!
This sword was completely shrouded in this murderous. It really wanted to cry, and his sword had a strong bloody taste.
Although this sword student has not killed people by himself, he is also very clear about the taste of human blood. He only felt such a terrible breath only on his grandfather's body and sword, but this sword master has even surpassed it, even more than surpassed it.
grandfather!
Other swords who followed the sword suddenly stayed, and they didn't even dare to move for a while. It was a real bloody taste and real murderous spirit. Although they were unable to release them, they never lacked a battle in Jiantang City.
It was just that they did not expect that this would happen to themselves, and it was still so suddenly.
"Lao Tzu didn't find you on your head, just sit back honestly."
Lu Ming slowly accepted the sword, and those swords were sitting down like Lin amnesty. Although he tried to pretend to be calm, his heart beating crazy, and it seemed that he would stop the next moment.
"Your family is the greatest? I think isn't it?" Lu Ming said lightly: "Want to talk, stand up."
Although Sima Kong grinned, his eyes stared at landing fiercely. He sucked a few bites of air -conditioning, and a completely distorted face also showed a pride, saying, "What qualifications do you have?
In the city of Jiantang, who doesn't know, who doesn't know? My grandpa is ... click! Ah ... "
There was another miserable! The flesh of Sima Kong's eyes had been twisted into a ball, which was the handsome face. If the unfamiliar person, I couldn't see who he was, and the second half of the sentence he wanted to say,
But I haven't said it.
Several swords were shaking all over, and unprecedented fear instantly shrouded the heart. If he wanted mice to see cats, he didn't even dare to breathe. For a while, the whole class was suppressed.
"I don’t know who your grandpa is, I do n’t know how your family forces are. I only know that when you are a sword student, you are still sitting in the face of the teacher's question.
There is no education for others. "Lu Ming said lightly:" The power is great, is it to cultivate this kind of ** person? I think it may not be **.
Picking a fart. "
Lu Ming finished speaking lightly, glanced at Sima Kong, and said, "Do you still have something to say?"
The corners of Sima's painful mouth have been twitching, and air -conditioning constantly sucks. The sweat has been soaked in his back, but he still looked at Lu Ming fiercely, saying, "Yes!"
"That line." Lu Ming nodded and said with a smile: "Stand up and say something, otherwise, I will interrupt your ** bones."
"Ah?" Sima took a backward backward, and crooked the table behind him. I did not expect that this new sword master was so spicy.
Destroyed! Which of the enemies of our family, did he buy it?
Other swordsmen also realized this, a strong sword student's "shout" jumped and yelled, "Are you crazy? Who are you sent? What qualifications do you have to teach us to teach us
? You ... click! Ah ... "
The swords students heard this familiar sound, but they couldn't catch Lu Ming's figure. When they widened their eyes, they saw Lu Ming standing beside the sword, and the obviously higher than Lu Ming was higher than Lu Ming.
A sword student was shorter than Lu Ming at this moment.
Sima Kong was shaking all over, and he almost urinated his pants. If it wasn't for the girl who had been sitting next to him for a long time, I was afraid that she would really urinate. Although the girl was scared, she must keep the man herself.
spirit.
Dare to hit me? Sima Kong is not convinced, I can't beat you, but I still have a brother, I want to have uncle, I also have grandpa, our entire Sima family has thousands of people. If you just take it out, you can kill you!
Waiting! You wait for me to go home, as long as I go back, you are dead!
Now you hit Zhao Bo of the Zhao family again. Although the Zhao family is not as good as my Sima family, there are also swordsman strong sitting, you are dead!
Zhao Bo looked at Lu Ming in surprise. He didn't even know how Lu Ming appeared, let alone how he interrupted his calf, but the bone was broken and the feeling of touching the meat was really painful!
Good boy! Good boy! Hit me? Wait for me to go home!
Zhao Bo now only needs to keep the other leg, so how the theory will look better than Sima Kong, and he will be less guilty, and he will close his mouth obediently. Although it is very painful, he still returns to the position.
"I want to take leave, I'm sick, I want to go home." A sword was shouted in horror. He had already started running at the door.
Lu Ming's figure moved in front of him, and intercepted it in front of him: "Seeing you running so fast, the appearance of life and living tiger, it doesn't look like sick."
Click ... Ah ...
"Well, now it looks sick, but no fake, give me back, continue class."
The sword was dumbfounded, all the cognition was subverted, and he was completely dumbfounded, but in the face of a butcher -like sword master, he had to bear the pain and jumped back.
"Best! We rejected such a sword master to teach us, we strikes!" Another sword student called, he was thinner, his face was unruly, and his large palm began to shoot the table, **.
"Yes! Student! We rejected the butcher swordsman to teach class!" The swordsmen shouted.
"Phantom! Stick! Bang Bang ... Bang! Student strikes ..."
For a while, the class was chaotic again, and the old man who swept the floor outside was completely attracted. He thought about it, "Look, it really can't teach."
Lu Ming watched these swords neatly holding the beat, shouting and sounding, and smiled indifferently. He moved gently, and came to the first swordson who took the lead.
"Bang bang ... strike! String your strike ..."
The sword tilted his face aside, and did not look at Lu Ming, and he still shouted slogan in his mouth.
Lu Ming slowly lifted his feet.
"Student! Best! Bang Bang ..."
Lu Ming's feet stretched out gently.
"So ... ... class ... bang ..." The man's head was sweating, and his strength and sound were weakened. The legs had been trying to keep calm, and he couldn't help shaking.
"So ... class ..." In the end, his voice was like a mosquito's cry, and his face began to change to the docile cat, and then he shocked, very formal: "Teacher, I convince me, how do you want me how do you want me to want me?