The saint did not expect that in just one week, Lu Ming completely changed the appearance of the Zongjian Hall. Although the sword students had not completely escaped from the aura of playboys, they looked more and more like swordsmen, and everyone's mental state was completely different from the original one.
Zhenyu Sword Saint became more and more confident in Lu Ming, and often discussed and exchanged with him about Jiandao, one old and one young, one pot of tea, but the atmosphere was also harmonious.
During this period, the sword students also learned some information about Lu Ming through various methods, and were envious of every move he made. Finally, they knew that the gap between them and him was definitely not a little bit.
When Lu Ming saw that the temperature was almost done, it was time to start the official opening, so he summoned all the sword students and announced: "Today we will hold a sword competition conference in the sword hall."
"Sword Competition?"
The sword students were shocked. Compared with this word, the last week was so comfortable. Taking pills and healing wounds, under the delicate methods of the swordsman, even made people feel comfortable and happy. Today, everyone thinks of two words: "fighting, tired."
"Why do we have to fight? Isn't this good for us? How tiring it is to fight? Besides, if you lose, it would be so embarrassing!" A Jiansheng said lazily.
"Yes, everyone is playing together. If you lose, you will be dwarfs when you meet again. Although I am one of the best in the Zongjian Hall, I can't do it either? I look up and see you. It's thankless, and I won't fight." A boy kept shaking his head and said.
"Yes, everyone is playing together, who doesn't understand who? I'm the best at fighting." Sima Kong smiled proudly and said, "Last time we fought with another hall, I rushed to the front and saved you a few. I won't forget it now, right? Actually, I just don't want to really do it, it's boring."
Several girls looked at each other a few times and said delicately: "Every girl family will not participate in sword competition. If we scratch our faces, how can we get married in the future?"
"Who said no? The fight made me sweaty, sticky and greasy, so uncomfortable. Besides, if I fight, I will definitely win! We sisters have a good relationship. We can't be ranked just because of a sword competition. That would be too sad, right?"
"That's right, it's boring, it's not a big deal." The girls chattered.
Lu Ming smiled slightly and said lightly: "Of course, you can choose this conference, you can participate or not, it depends on your personal wishes."
The Jiansheng's eyes lit up, and a fat Jiansheng said seriously: "Since that's the case, of course I won't fight."
"Yes, sword master, I didn't expect you to be so kind and kind. You are simply my idol. Haha, if nothing happened, I'll go out for fun now, and maybe I can catch a few top-quality crickets." A boy stood up and said with a smile.
"That's right, since everyone is unwilling to participate and we are all cured and we are injured, then there is nothing to do. I think we should hold an event and have to fight crickets. This way we can distinguish nouns and not harm our harmony."
"Yes, yes, you're just a sword anyway, so how cool it is! I won't participate anyway."
“Yes, don’t participate!”
Suddenly, no matter how men and women shouted this sound at the same time, they were stunned. They did not expect that they would be so united in this matter. It seems that everyone instinctively refuses everything about sword practice.
These sword students are all playboys who want to save face. From their words, they can see that they are still subconsciously comparing. Even if they spend money to have fun, they will distinguish between them. Therefore, they always compete with each other and secretly compete, but now no one wants to start first.
If this head is opened, the battle between them will become public and even sooner.
Lu Ming smiled slightly and said, "Winner, you can reduce the training time for one week in the future."
"What? Reduce one week?" Everyone was stunned again, as if they all chewed the meaning of the word very carefully. A boy murmured: "Wouldn't that mean that if I win, I will have a week of** time? I will play whatever I want. And if I really compete in swords, I will definitely get the first place!"
"If I want to win the first place, then I will choose to take a week off when I am most tired of training. Besides, I am not worse than anyone else, hehe..." A fat Jiansheng thought happily, and then he jumped up with a 'bang' and shouted first: "Sword Master, I'll participate!"
"I'll participate, I'll participate!"
Suddenly, the sound was like a fuse. The sword students who had been taught by Lu Ming all regretted that they were slow. Other sword students also wanted to get this opportunity, so they jumped up and rushed to sign up.
"If you want to fight, I must be the first among girls. Even those boys who can fight may not be able to beat me!" A girl said proudly. In order to reduce the opportunity to train for a week, she did not allow the beard to use her small figure to directly attack the line and sign up. For a moment, the atmosphere in the classroom was completely active.
"Okay!" Lu Ming clapped his hands and said, "Since that's the case, then everyone will follow me and go to the sword practice hall to see who is the most powerful among you."
Who is the best?
The sword students looked at each other a few times. Although the family strength was different, all of them were from the same generation. Whether it was spending money or picking up girls, they were all compared. After all, this was related to face.
Dandies can ignore any money, and they must show their existence in one thing, or they can use any means to achieve a certain goal, or even threaten their elders with life and death. This is actually using their greatest strength to protect their face.
Lu Ming naturally knew what these children were thinking, so he didn't say anything else, but took the lead in going to the sword training hall.
The playboys have really not practiced swords for a long time. While following Lu Ming's footsteps, they also began to look at each other, and some of them had sparked sparks with their eyes and began to wiggle their hands.
The weaknesses of these dandy are completely in their own hands. As long as they are drugged based on their thoughts, they will follow them obediently.
Lu Ming smiled slightly, turned around and looked at all the swordsmen, and said, "Now each of you goes to get a wooden sword. I have a battle table here, you can watch it yourself and find your opponent. Each of you has to fight at least twice. Only the swordsman who wins the most in a row can achieve the final victory, and only such people are worthy of vacation. You can all show your greatest ability. I won't care about how you fight, so start now, I'm just waiting for the final victory to come to me to report."
The sword students had no room for interruption in front of the majestic swordsman, although they wanted to express their wishes very much.
After Lu Ming said that, he put the battle table in front of Jian Sheng, then turned around and walked to the chair at the front of the sword hall, where a pot of tea had already been prepared, but he never looked at Jian Sheng again and started drinking leisurely.
The swordsmen were stunned for a moment when they held the wooden sword. They looked at each other for a moment, then suddenly started to fight.
For a time, the sword hall was very lively, and more than a dozen girls also found their opponents, either girls, or boys whom they usually disliked, and started fighting.
Sima Kong has always been the most powerful sword student in the Zongjian Hall. He usually spends money or seeks fun. He always takes action and is very amazing. At this time, he is even more indifferent. He keeps fighting against his opponents. He must carry forward the title of the most powerful force in his family on himself.
His opponent is Zhao Longjun, who ranks second in the family. His father is the sword saint and his grandfather is the sword king. His family's power is getting better. He suffers only by the loss. His father is the sword saint, so he starts relatively late.
At this time, he directly took Sima Kong and tried to catch up with his family's forces.
The sword students had their own thoughts, and they were more thinking about the vacation that week, and thinking about playing on their own while others were practicing hard. That was what a playboy should do.
With a bang, Sima Kong retreated four steps in succession before he could barely stand firm. Then he had one foot out of the combat range. He shook his head and went to find the next opponent.
Zhao Longjun smiled proudly. Just as he put on a more handsome position, a little girl jumped in. He smiled proudly again and said, "My sister Lin, you can't beat your brother, or..."
"Hi!" With a delicate and light shout, Lin Xuan'er's wooden sword in her hand instantly used a set of family-born sword techniques, and she looked like a flying fire phoenix, directly forcing Zhao Longjun out of the battle circle.
Lin Xuan'er raised her chin proudly, but she welcomed a new opponent. Everyone knows that losing is embarrassing. If you want to save face, you have to fight.
I only regretted the difficulty of using the book when I use it, but I only realized the difficulty of using the sword when I use it. I wanted to maximize my combat power, but everyone felt powerless.
But how can you finally win during a battle? Then you need to work hard to practice swords.
The playboys are not stupid, they are just lazy, and they like to spend money and have fun. This is actually what everyone dreams of, but they just get the conditions to become playboys.
As soon as Lu Ming finished drinking a pot of tea, Sima Kong appeared in front of Lu Ming and said proudly: "Sword Master, I won five games in a row and lost three games, and I am the most of everyone." (To be continued.)