As a result, when a team of swordsmen saw Lu Ming, they subconsciously felt that they could not see through it! After Lu Ming's strength level was out of seclusion, they could not see the reaction of the sword energy on Lu Ming at a glance. Lu Ming, standing at the door of the stone house, was like a sea of stars. Although they could not see through the depth at a glance, the swordsmen subconsciously felt a feeling that was far inferior to themselves.
In any case, a group of swordsmen sent by the two sword masters in the yard were seriously obeying Lu Ming's orders, making Lu Ming feel that as long as he did not defect to the sword hall, with the two sword masters, the swordsmen of the Seventeenth Court would be his subordinates whom he could temporarily believe in.
Since the battle of squadron captains in each sword battalion turned into a battle of squadron captains, the swordsmen in each branch in the three sword battalions were practicing seriously, looking forward to getting a good ranking at the conference. Lu Ming calculated that it would take several days to start the competition, and he also bet his remaining energy on practicing the team's sword formation...
A few days later, the competition between swordsmen in various sword camps for the squadron leader and captain began. Jiantang built a larger exterior camp outside Jingquanshan Fort, and now the entire camp is open as the venue for this competition.
There are three sword camps, each camp has at least more than a thousand swordsmen, and each camp has thirty to forty small team leaders. When Lu Ming led the swordsmen of the Seventeenth Courtyard through the vast crowd of swordsmen, thousands of swordsmen were densely surrounded by huge competition camps and began to sign up and group according to the arrangement.
The swordsmen in the three sword camps are basically swordsmen who move from the Supreme Sword Realm of the Sword Hall. The only difference is that they enter the Sword Hall one after another. There is a few months of difference.
When entering the outer camp, Lu Ming found that the No. 1 Sword Camp No. 2 and No. 2 Sword Camp No. 3 are obviously much stronger than the No. 3 Sword Camp No. 3. The power of each of the first two Sword Camps is clearly clear. Every opportunity to win the squadron leader or squad leader's team close to them, there will be some squads supporting them.
On the other hand, the Third Sword Camp, under the instigation of Cheng Zifeng, the Third Sword Camp tried to occupy all the sword halls to provide resources for the Third Sword Camp. As a result, Cheng Zifeng died in the ruins of the sword tomb. During the days when Lu Ming was in seclusion, the entire Third Sword Camp was in chaos. In the end, most of them were single-handed teams in the independent courtyard. Compared with the other two Sword Camps, the strength composition was much weaker...
But Lu Ming turned a blind eye to these. The competition between the squadron leader and the captain was divided into two games. Today was the individual competition of the squadron leader. The swordsman captain who was willing to participate came to register and after deciding the quota for the first few places in the first game, considering the subsequent team's sword formation competition.
As soon as he entered the camp, Lu Ming felt that many swordsmen around him were on him. He couldn't help but look back. As a result, most swordsmen looked at him, but some swordsmen showed bad looks to Lu Ming.
A swordsman in the team saw Lu Ming bewildered and immediately came to Lu Ming and said, "Captain, those people must know that you are the favorite to win this game, so they are curious to see you. I think they might as well give up directly. Captain, you are the ones you are optimistic about by two masters of Sword Masters!"
Another swordsman came up to express his agreement: "Captain, these guys dare to come here. They have never seen the battle between you and the Blood Tide Sword Saint before. You can defeat the Blood Tide Sword Saint at the peak sword king realm. Winning the championship in this game should be as easy as taking a picture for the captain."
Many swordsmen in the team were echoed by beasts, and they did not take the contestants in the future seriously. They were originally all good-powered swordsmen around Yan Python Sword Master and Lihun Sword Master. They sent them to Lu Ming with two sword masters who were optimistic about them. These people had no complaints, and they were all more confident about Lu Ming than themselves.
Lu Ming smiled and sent someone to sign up for him. After getting a No. 7 sign, he moved to the ten large arenas set up in the camp and looked for the No. 7 ring. Like everyone else, he gradually stood close to the ring.
Before the game started, the Lihun Sword Master came forward and announced the start of the game. After sensing Lu Ming's gaze in the crowd, the two looked at each other and did not stay in the camp. They flew back to Jingquanshan Fort from the air and handed the game to the elite swordsman hosts of the sword hall on the spot.
Lu Ming was ranked first in the No. 7 ring. With the support of a group of swordsmen in the Seventeenth Academy, he slowly walked onto the ring. He just looked at the Lihun Sword Master quickly and felt something seemed to have happened. Otherwise, the two sword masters would still pay attention to the competition in the third battalion of the Sword Hall to select the captain.
Lu Ming stood on the stage, and his opponent also came on stage. As a result, seeing Lu Ming looking thoughtful, he couldn't help feeling despised. He frowned and shouted at Lu Ming: "I know you are a favorite to win the championship, but the popularity is just a hot topic. It doesn't mean that you will definitely get the first place. At least the sword in my hand has not agreed yet!"
When he heard the swordsman criticizing Lu Ming, a group of swordsman from the Seventeenth Court all stretched his neck and scolded Lu Ming back to the other side. The swordsman on the stage naturally had support, and the entire ring suddenly became full of gunpowder, as if he could get fire at any time.
Lu Ming temporarily put down what he thought, looked up at the opponent on the stage, smiled and raised his hand to stop the yelling swordsman of the Seventeenth Academy, and said to the opponent who was provoking him in a calm tone: "Since you say I am a favorite to win the championship, how can I let you down? I will stand here. If you dare to shoot a sword in front of me in this game, even if I lose, what if I lose?"
As soon as Lu Ming finished speaking, the vicinity of the No. 7 arena suddenly quiet, as if a big hand was covering the mouths of these swordsmen at the same time.
"I...I heard it right?" The swordsman couldn't believe what he heard and looked at the people around him asking in a silence.
"Probably..." Zuo Jin's swordsman was also not sure whether he was vaguely wrong.
Not only these doubtful swordsmen, but also Lu Ming's domineering words fell out, even the swordsmen of the Seventeenth Court where Lu Ming was located were collectively silent. They did not expect Lu Ming to be so confident!
As for Lu Ming's opponent and the supporter on the side, he was surprised at first, but then he was furious. This was completely ignoring them naked. How do people endure it!
The swordsman on the ring stared at Lu Ming fiercely. If he could kill someone with his eyes, he would have no idea how many times he had killed Lu Ming.
As soon as he turned ruthless, facing Lu Ming's sword hand and holding the scabbard, the other palm fell on the hilt of the sword instantly. According to the insult he had just heard, if he drew out the long sword, he would win.
However, as soon as the swordsman's palm fell on the hilt, Lu Ming's originally faint smile suddenly became unreal, making him feel as if he had suddenly lost his color and suddenly fell into a kind of silence.
Looking at Lu Ming again, Lu Ming's entire body was like a sharp sword hidden in a sword sheath. Although it was not unsheathed, it brought a heart-shaking and solemn feeling in the surrounding space. Every strand of spiritual sword energy in the surrounding air seemed to have turned into Lu Ming's invisible sword energy tentacles, making the swordsman inexplicably sure that as long as he took action, countless invisible swords would be smashed into pieces in the surrounding space!
The swordsman widened his eyes, and his palm holding the hilt of the sword instantly fainted in his eyes. He kept trying to dispel this mysterious and dangerous feeling in his mind, but this sense was too real. He even felt Lu Ming's gaze swept, and his body seemed to have been cut into two pieces!
"No!"
The swordsman suddenly screamed, and sat on the ground with horror on his face. He looked at the ground in dismay, gasping heavily. The illusion that had just emerged in his mind was too real, making him feel that his body had broken into two pieces.
After sitting for a while, the swordsman suddenly looked up at Lu Ming with a complicated look on his face. Finally, he tried hard to stand up on the ring and said to Lu Ming reluctantly: "I lost..."
After saying that, Jian walked off the ring without looking back. Many swordsmen gave him a path and allowed the loser to leave and find a place to lick his wounds.
But after letting the defeated swordsman go, all the swordsman near the No. 7 arena set his eyes on Lu Ming. No one dares to underestimate Lu Ming at this time. Without drawing a swordsman, he can defeat a swordsman in the Sword Saint realm with his powerful swordsman. This is simply amazing.
After being surprised, a group of swordsmen in the Seventeenth Courtyard were all vaguely grateful. They did not expect Lu Ming to be so strong. However, with such a team leader, wouldn’t they also rise in the future? At this time, the swordsmen who were still thinking about them when they were sent to Lu Ming, all became completely honest and completely convinced by Lu Ming.
Lu Ming stood on the stage, glanced at the swordsmen participating around the No. 7 ring, raised his lips slightly and smiled, and said, "You are all the same. You can only draw a sword in front of me after you go on stage, even if you win the game!"
This time, Lu Ming said this again, no one was surprised. Instead, he got used to Lu Ming's strength. The contestants around the No. 7 are looking at each other for a while, but in the end no one dared to go on stage.
When the referee in charge of the game saw it, he had to directly announce that Lu Ming entered the next round with a full victory record. As for the others, they had to continue the competition. Finally, they looked at the results of each ring swordsman and then decided whether they should increase the number of swordsman places to be added to the next round.
This was an extremely hunched figure walking past the side of the No. 7 ring. Looking at Lu Ming on the ring, his old face, which was originally expressionless, was slightly serious and nodded slightly.
Lu Ming also sensed the old man's gaze in Qianbaijian's hand and couldn't help but look back.
As a result, the thin and hunched old man had already walked onto the No. 6 ring next door. As a unknown ranking, he faced a heroic young swordsman. (To be continued...)