Three hundred and eighty first chapter strength speak
"Mom, I won't go! I won't go!..." Wang Gui cried heartbrokenly, and tears flowed out of his nose and eyes...
The beautiful woman also cried in her eyes, but she looked at Lu Ming fiercely. While wiping the tears from Wang Gui's face, she said, "Don't worry, mom raises you and won't let you go anywhere, just stay by my side."
"It's great to have a mother." Lu Ming sighed, "It's a pity that spoiling a son is like killing a son."
"Don't worry!" The beautiful woman's figure burst out with a bang. Her half-step swordsman's power directly bounced Wang Gui out, then pulled out the sword from her waist and rushed towards Lu Ming with a fierce look.
The old sword king was shocked and shouted quickly: "Stop!" The woman was afraid that someone would stop her, so she rushed over even more violently.
Lu Ming frowned slightly, and the sword had already appeared silently in his right hand, and stabbed it out with a calm sword.
With a crisp sound, the beautiful woman's steel sword broke, but Lu Ming's sword force was just beginning. At the next moment, the sword tip accurately hit the beautiful woman's throat.
The space suddenly solidified, and the beautiful woman looked at her broken sword, and her mind was blank for a moment of surprise. She felt that she had died once. Everyone was stunned, especially the old sword king. Unexpectedly, her son's half-step sword hero's realm was subdued in one move, and she was pressed on her throat. If Lu Ming's sword was half-final, it would be the end of breaking the throat.
"It's embarrassing, why don't you go back to the house quickly." The old sword king was completely surprised. Unexpectedly, Lu Ming, who only had the Five-Strike Master, had a treasure book on his body, and he couldn't finish it, and he couldn't see it thoroughly.
Four young swordsmen suddenly protected Wang Gui and said, "The four of us brothers are very skilled. Even if my brother does not learn swords, the four of us can guarantee his glory for life. Moreover, the inheritance of the sword of the Wang family will be passed down and will be even longer."
"Oh?" Lu Ming raised his eyebrows gently: "Do you all think you are experts?"
"I am the Five-Strike Master!"
"I am the peak sword master!"
"I am the Grand Sword Master of the Three-Strike!"
"I am the master sword master!"
The four of them stood forward proudly, firmly blocking Wang Gui behind them. The four brothers were like a thick wall, sheltering their younger brother from the wind and rain.
Wang Gui smiled. Lu Ming, the sword master, is just a five-front sword master. Now he has an older brother who can compete with him. The other three can defeat him. Finally, I don’t have to go to the sword academy. It seems that he has to be a brother in the battle! With four of them, who dares to touch me?
The sword in Lu Ming moved slightly, and a sword flower shook out and said, "Then let's try it. You four come together, so I won't waste time."
"Oh? What a big tone!" The four brothers looked at each other, and a small sword formation immediately took shape, like a picture, and it was drawn towards Lu Ming.
Lu Ming's body suddenly moved, and it passed through the center of the four brothers' sword formation like a stream of light, and time stopped again.
The old sword king saw it very clearly. Lu Ming's figure was almost like a swimming fish, sliding past four swords. His sword speed was faster, and he could actually be as good as when he was just promoted to a swordsman. However, he was very sensible and just knocked the calves of the four brothers with his sword spine. If Lu Ming wanted to kill four of him in a real battle, it would be easy for him to kill four of him. This is the fighting technique, but it can be called art on Lu Ming's body!
"Oh!" At this moment, the four brothers suddenly screamed, and their bodies fell down at the same time, and they all hugged their left calf and howled.
Lu Ming took the sword, glanced at them, and said, "It is because you spoiled Wang Gui like this that he is so useless as today. You are not very good, just go to class with me."
The four of them were stunned, but they didn't expect that they would even take care of themselves in order to protect their younger brother.
The mother of five children rushed over, looking at the wounds on their calf with tears in her eyes. She shook her head in pain for a moment, and looked at Lu Ming crying and said, "You are too ruthless. This is really not your child!"
"Of course it's not my child. If it were my child, I would have slashed them with one sword, and it would have made them so embarrassing?"
After Lu Ming said calmly, he turned to look at the old sword king and smiled slightly, saying, "I not only teach you a grandson now, but also teach you all your grandsons together. Do you think I am good enough?"
The old sword king was speechless. The four brothers were always the pride of the Wang family, but in front of Lu Ming, they were really useless.
"It's good enough, absolutely good enough." The old sword king said with a wry smile. The Wang family was even more dumbfounded and had to look at the five brothers and go to class together in a donkey cart.
Lu Ming started to invite each other door to door again, and the two donkey carts were almost filled, and Jiantang City suddenly became lively. They never thought that the children of each family would have a day of parading in donkey carts. People with hearts naturally laughed secretly, while some people frowned and meditated, as if they thought that if they could hold on the parade, their hearts would be more stable, and the quality of a swordsman should be.
Lu Ming arrived at the family again, and an old sword king said to his grandson with a stern expression: "You have seen the swordsman on the donkey cart, right? They are all your companions, but they can do it, why can't you? If you don't go today, don't say that your swordsman wants to break your leg, I will break your other leg, anyway, your swordsman has excellent medical skills, not only can he handle it well, but also can guarantee that you will continue to attend classes."
"Grandpa, just kill me." Jian Sheng said while crossing his legs, peeling the banana.
"Then I will kill you." Lu Ming said lightly, just as he was about to draw his sword, he felt an extremely powerful aura, the Sword Saint.
A middle-aged man appeared in the room like a teleportation. He glanced at Lu Ming, then turned to the old sword king and said, "My father, I have only one son, so you can spare him."
"You want your son to be ruined, but I don't want my grandson to be ruined!" The old man roared and pointed outside: "Look, how many families of ** are in the car? Which of them is worse than my family? Do you want my family to disappear in Jiantang City in the future?"
The middle-aged man didn't buy it and said, "Father, you are the Sword King, I am the Sword Saint. Our father and son can guarantee that the family will be undefeated for a hundred years. Besides, I am just such a son. If he has a good life, it would be meaningless for me to live. If you force me again, don't blame me for offending me."
"Far from the top!" The old man was furious at the time: "You are the sword saint, and you can suppress your father? You have to be a hundred years? Not to mention a hundred years, now there are many talents in various places and constant struggles between countries. Do you know when there will be a big war? I don't ask my grandson to make a name for myself. I just want him to save his life in a critical moment, and you don't want to live anymore. Go to the top. Now I only have grandsons and don't want sons."
"Old senior, I can't help getting angry." Lu Ming said lightly: "He has the strength of a sword saint, and he can indeed have the right to speak, but today I invited four sword saints and let them talk to your son."
"What?" The middle-aged man was shocked. He suddenly felt four powerful auras shrouding him, and at the lowest of them were all intermediate sword saints. One of them was familiar with him, Zhenyu sword saint, and the rest should be the core figures of the sword hall.
"Talk and talk, I'll take your son to class." Lu Ming smiled indifferently, grabbed Jian Sheng's clothes, threw it directly on the donkey cart, and continued on the road.
Lu Ming knew that it was very troublesome and wasted time, so he secretly contacted Zhenyu Sword Saint and asked him to bring people here. No matter what, as long as he caught the person in the sword courtyard, he would be fine if he said that.
The rest of Jiansheng and his family, who had already made full preparations, were all stunned. The four sword saints came, what else could they say? They had to watch the child being taken away like a dead dog. The old people were full of hope for this.
It is the painstaking efforts of the elderly and the younger generation to hope that their descendants will succeed and ensure the prosperity of the family.
At this moment, two donkey carts had already entered the Inheritance Sword Academy. All the sword students in the Zongjian Hall gathered, and the gate of the Sword Academy was slowly closed. The sword students suddenly felt that they seemed to be isolated from the outside world.
Chapter 5
The atmosphere in the sword hall was extremely dull. No one dared to speak or move around. All the habits of the past disappeared in front of this sword master who was nicknamed as a butcher. These sword students even dared not breathe in a reserved and arrogant manner.
After seeing Lu Ming's way of asking for someone, the sword students realized the real difference between this sword master, so all the playboys kept slidding cold sweat from their foreheads. Many girls came to class obediently for fear of being invited. Even if the sweat slid into their eyes, the sword students only dared to blink their eyes, so the air in the classroom seemed to condense, which was so depressing that it was madly depressing.
Lu Ming stood on the podium, glanced at the whole class with indifferent eyes, looked back and forth, and said calmly: "It's amazing that you think you are a playboy, right?"
The dandy kept silent and sat quietly. In fact, they wanted to express their opinions, but they were all worried that their legs would be ruthlessly interrupted by the butcher in the next moment, which would definitely be uncomfortable.
However, the dandy present all showed pride and pride on their faces. Although it was just a trace, it represented their true thoughts in their hearts.
Sima Kong's eyebrows were wrapped in thick golden sores, and Sima Kong's eyebrows were moved involuntarily. Although six transparent blood holes were stabbed, he had his own pride. He thought to himself: "The playboy is of course great. Not everyone can become a playboy. It requires the support of strong strength and financial resources. Moreover, this is Jiantang City, a place where masters gather, so there are naturally many playboys. For example, in the outside city, there are only a few playboys in a larger city, and there are only one or two of them. Although the playboys are not the dragon among people, they are truly superior. It is a symbol of status, a representative of wealth, and a speech with strength." (To be continued.)