"What's going on? I won five games in a row and lost three games. I was the most, and I was the first to finish the game..." Zhao Longjun walked over with dissatisfaction.
"No, I won six games in a row and lost four games. I should have the most."
"Bad, I won four games and lost two games. In comparison, I have the most!"
The swordsmen gathered together and started to quarrel, but in the end, everyone found that the number of games they won and lost was almost the same, and the gap was very small, so it was really difficult to say who would win.
"Stop, stop, stop, why bother?" Lu Ming put down his teacup, looked at the swordsmen coldly, and said, "If you want to get a vacation, you have to show your true skills. Look at you, you have won more consecutive victories and lost more. Who can tell me now, and who will win the most?"
The swordsmen turned dark and began to argue again: "Although I didn't win the first place, I didn't lose either. Don't I know the skill of your three-legged cat?"
"Hey, no matter how I am, I have defeated you anyway. I still remember the smug look when you beat me last time, right? This time, I am very proud and look at you with my lower eyelids!"
"Oh? I didn't even fight you seriously. You're still excited now? Come on, come on, let's have another fight now!"
"Stop." Lu Ming looked at Jian Sheng who was rolling his arms and rolling his sleeves and said indifferently: "Don't you know that private fights are prohibited between Jian Sheng? Today's course is over. If you want to decide the winner, then show your real skills in the next sword competition."
The Jianshengs lowered their heads and said nothing, but they had already started to compete secretly. Sima Kong's face looked very ugly. The Sima family is the most powerful among all Jiansheng's families. Today he did not win the first place. Isn't this a slander for the family? He also made those kids make him laugh!
Humph! Wait, today, the get out of class is over, I will go home to practice swords. The next sword competition will make you look good!
Zhao Longjun looked at the swordsman who had won him, and his hands trembled slightly when he held the sword. Usually everyone played together, why did they win me? Those guys used to be low-strength and I wanted to laugh at them. This time, his strength has increased. Could it be that he secretly practiced swords? This is something that shouldn't have happened at all?
No, it will definitely not work if this continues. I want to practice swords. At least I can’t make them proud, right? Look at them laughing, it’s really ****!
Lu Ming looked at the battle table. This battle table was carefully arranged by himself. Everyone's opponents are almost the same. If you want to get a vacation with me, it depends on your own efforts.
He smiled slightly, stood up, and said, "This is the end of today's course, everyone can go home."
The sword students did not leave immediately like they did when class was over, and rushed home in a hurry, but stood there with a little hesitation.
"Go back." Lu Ming waved his hand, walked out of the sword hall, and went home by himself.
The sword students saw that Jian Sheng had won their faces, but they were very helpless. After all, if they made a mistake under the butcher swordsman, they would probably feel bad. Well, they would just go back and practice swordsmanship.
In the next few days, the sword students are working hard on their swords, whether in the Sword Academy or when they return home, hoping to overturn their opponents who have won them at the next sword competition and completely clean up their defeated record.
All the sword masters in the Sword Academy were stunned. They never expected that the most dandy sword student in Pingyuli had started practicing swords. The new sword master would not care about it for a day, and he was more leisurely than anyone else.
The head of the courtyard was stunned. He was worried about Lu Ming a few days ago, thinking that this kid would definitely not be able to complete this task. It seems that he is likely to have been trapped by the task of the sword hall for the rest of his life by taking advantage of a few guys who once wanted to marry a saint.
In fact, it is not very difficult to marry a saint. The difficulty lies in the ranking of the No. 2 Saint, which requires one's own hard work, and thus offend a lot of people. If he marry a No. 80 Saint, he will definitely be much easier.
It was only a week since he came, and these swordsmen took the initiative to start practicing swords. How did he do it? What did he do?
The head of the hospital found a time, came to Lu Ming, looked at the swordsmen, and asked in an amazement: "I said young man, you are really amazing, but I'm curious, what method did you use?"
Lu Ming smiled mysteriously and said, "This is nothing at all. If you look at it later, it will be even more interesting."
The head of the courtyard immediately looked full of admiration and said, "If you can bring out the sword life of the Zongjian Hall, then you will be a figure who rewrites the history of the Sword Academy. At that time, I will definitely let all the sword masters learn like you."
Lu Ming smiled indifferently, said goodbye to the yard owner, and walked towards the toilet.
A swordsman hurried into the toilet. He touched the sword hanging on his waist. This was the latest forty-forged sword that Xiang Grandpa wanted. It has unexpected benefits for sword training. In addition, he also has a very powerful auxiliary force during the battle. Next time, I must win!
"Shh..." A whistle suddenly sounded.
The Jiansheng's whole body shook, and he stopped to the point where the sound came. He found that it was his sword master. He was whistling? And it was here?
It seems that he is looking for himself, but he is so mysterious about him. Is there any secret?
Jian Sheng felt happy, ran to Lu Ming all the way, and asked whisper: "Sword Master, what are your instructions?"
"I'm fine, I'm just passing by occasionally." Although Lu Ming said this, his face looked regretful.
"Sword Master, you must be in trouble." Jian Sheng said with anticipation.
"I think your child is really good, alas! Let me tell you the surname Su." Lu Ming sighed and said, "Actually, I was the one who favored you the most at the last sword competition. But I didn't expect you to lose to Liu Yun. In fact, you shouldn't have lost at all."
When Jiansheng heard this, the sword master happened to say that he had finally found a soulmate and immediately slapped: "That's right! Last time I thought I shouldn't have lost, but that boy Liu Yun was tricky. I accidentally got into it, but I didn't know how to crack it."
"That's why I came to find you!" Lu Ming put his shoulder on his shoulder and whispered: "I tell you, in fact, you can win as long as you do this... Remember?"
"So that's the case, I understand the sword master." Jian Sheng said happily: "Thank you, Sword Master. You are simply my life-saving benefactor. If I can't figure this out, I can't even sleep well!"
"That's far away." Lu Ming looked around, took out a small roll of sheepskin from his arms, and said, "This is my exclusive sword technique. As long as you follow the above **, you will definitely win the next sword competition!"
Jian Sheng clenched his fists and ran away happily. However, when he went out, he hid the parchment carefully and then left as if nothing had happened. His little heart was beating violently excitedly.
Lu Ming looked at the directions of the other swordsmen, touched the secret book in his arms, and his figure disappeared immediately. He had secret contact with more than 20 swordsmen in several places in the Sword Academy, and most of the secret book in his arms were missing.
In a small wood, Liu Yun was practicing swordsmanship. Although his path was still a bit awkward, he was in the process of studying.
Lu Ming leaned against a small tree and sighed: "Liu Yun, your swordsmanship is too profound. With you now, you can't even learn three points without ten years."
"Sword Master?" Liu Yun was startled and said, "I know all of these, but if I don't ** this set of unique skills, then this set of swordsmanship will be lost!"
"This is why you lost the last battle. Don't be too persistent."
Lu Ming sighed softly and said, "Actually, among all the swordsmen, I am the one who is most optimistic about you, and I think you shouldn't lose at all last time. It's just that this sword technique is too complicated and you can't exert the corresponding power at all."
"I feel this way, too." Liu Yun's eyes lit up and he said, "Is there a good idea for the sword master?"
Lu Ming looked around and took out a roll of sheepskin from his arms mysteriously, and whispered: "This secret book was developed for ten years before I succeeded. As long as you get it, you will definitely have good combat power. Moreover, the biggest advantage of this secret book is that it is to learn it quickly and practically."
"Ten years?" Liu Yun was stunned and said, "No, the sword master, is it that exaggerated? Ten years ago, how old were you?"
In order to increase the important surname of the secret book, he actually forgot that he is only eighteen years old now! Lu Ming smiled indifferently, "Of course, age does not matter. The power of this secret book is important. Do you want to practice it?"
"I'd better forget it. My family's secret book is also quite good, at least safe!" Liu Yun shrugged like a playboy and started practicing swords.
Lu Ming didn't care, and said, "There is a sword competition tomorrow, and you have to work hard this time."
At this sword competition, Lu Ming still used the last battle table, and the battle soon entered a white heat again. Many swordsmen suddenly discovered that the opponents he could fight last week had increased their combat power this time and they defeated him very easily.
However, the final result is still in Lu Ming's hands. Those sword students who have obtained secrets will also fight against each other, so they only won the opponents they had lost, and there was no big change in winning or losing.
However, Jian Sheng, who lost this time, did not think so. He originally won. Now he practiced swordsmanship and at the same time, how could the other party win?
"Sword Master, Sword Master..."
When he just walked to the door of the saint's house, Liu Yun rushed over. He shouted like a thief with a depressing voice, and even looked around. (To be continued.)