When the other disciples heard this, they subconsciously pricked up their ears. Feng Lang took a fancy to the new sword. Now it was so lively. According to Feng Lang's temper, if they didn't give it, the new one would have some benefits.
of.
When Lu Ming heard this, he subconsciously raised his eyebrows.
Feng Lang kept causing him some small troubles these days, but he never cared about it. He just kept resilient and healed his wounds. However, he didn't expect that this guy would be more in a hurry and he would break the sword spirit's body's long sword.
A sneer flashed across Lu Ming's mouth, he raised his eyes and looked at Feng Lang faintly. As soon as he stopped, the sword was received by him: "I can use this sword easily, so I can't give it to you. If it's okay, I'll do these days
I won’t come out to practice swords anymore. I will sign up again when the World Swordsman Conference begins.”
As he said that, Lu Ming didn't want to look at Feng Lang anymore, so he turned around and prepared to go back to his house. The Rising Sword Sect seemed not big, but it was all-in-one. Each disciple was assigned a house and was still much free.
Feng Lang originally thought that Lu Ming would be as obedient as before this time, but he didn't expect that he would refuse him and then turn around and leave.
Feng Lang suddenly felt an evil fire coming out of his chest.
"Stop it!" Feng Lang caught up with Lu Ming in a few steps, blocked his body directly in front of Lu Ming, looked at Lu Ming fiercely and said, "Did you have taken the courage of your ambition? You dare to pretend that you didn't hear it?
Senior brother, what did I say? If you want to participate in the World Swordsman Conference, please hand this sword over to Senior brother. Otherwise, you still want to sign up and tell you that there is no way!"
Lu Ming looked at Feng Lang who was so angry that he jumped, and felt bored. He didn't want to pay attention to such a jumping clown. He turned sideways and walked straight past Feng Lang, choosing to ignore it.
Feng Lang watched Lu Ming walk past him, and was so angry that he was confused. It was not until Lu Ming took more than ten steps that he realized.
It's so embarrassing! A new disciple actually threw his face away!
Feng Lang glanced around and saw the disciples of the Sword Sect who were originally afraid of him, silent, and their eyes fell on him, and they were so angry that they trembled all over.
A heart is upset. Feng Lang knows that if he doesn't deal with this new Lu Ming, he will be swept the prestige of his senior brother who has established in the Sword Sect. His eyes swept over the iron wood sword for practicing swords beside him.
The sword frame placed suddenly pulled out, aimed at Lu Ming's back and stabbed it hard.
"Boy! Today, I will teach you what respecting teachers and Taoism means!"
When Feng Lang shouted, the thick and dull sword edge of the Tiemu Sword was about to stab Lu Ming. His eyes were covered with ferociousness. His hands shook and he turned directly to Lu Ming's right arm!
A few screams suddenly sounded in the sword training field. A group of disciples knew that although the Iron Mu sword did not open its edge, the weight was much heavier than the ordinary long sword. If they used all their strength to hit the body, they would definitely have broken bones and tendons.
They all do not care about Feng Lang bullying Lu Ming, but when they see Lu Ming's fate is bleak, they instinctively feel compassion.
But even so, no one is willing to help. Even if someone wants to do it, Fenglang's Great Sword Master's strength is far higher than that of them, and he is simply unable to save him.
"It's bad. Feng Lang's temper has always been to follow Mao Lu. This newcomer is too brave. In front of us, we don't give Feng Lang face. Now this kid is a useless..."
"Is this person really stupid? Fenglang's great sword master's realm is only weaker than his master and senior brother in the master's sect. If you go against him, you will definitely be retaliated."
"But this is too ruthless. If your arms are ruined, how can you practice swords in the future..."
Lu Ming's spiritual sense was clear and Feng Lang's sneak attack was as slow as in slow motion in his spiritual sense. The ferocious expression on his face was clearly reflected in Lu Ming's mind.
"I really don't know how to live or die..." Lu Ming didn't expect Feng Lang to act so ruthlessly. If an ordinary person was stabbed in his arm with such a sword, he would definitely be seriously injured. If he couldn't treat it for enough, an arm would be ruined.
As soon as the corner of the eyebrows moved, Lu Ming dodged one side of his footsteps, and raised his hand and grabbed the ironwood sword in Feng Lang's hand. He easily grabbed the ironwood sword with one shaking wrist. The whole movement was flowing.
It was like Feng Lang himself delivering the ironwood sword to his hands.
“Haha…Uh…”
Feng Lang looked at Lu Ming about to be hit by his sword in the arm, and couldn't help but laugh fiercely, but before the low voice could be heard from his mouth, he felt a lighter in his hand. Lu Ming turned around at some point, Tiemu Sword
I don’t know when it fell into Lu Ming’s hands.
Feng Lang subconsciously stopped, but his arms that were waving the sword seemed to have forgotten to withdraw, and he was silly raised in the air.
Lu Ming looked at Feng Lang and subconsciously curled his lips: "It's better to teach you a lesson. I'll save you some annoying things these days..."
“What…what?”
Feng Lang still didn't wake up completely, and he couldn't figure out how the long sword in his hand would fall into Lu Ming's hand.
Lu Ming looked at Feng Lang in a daze and was not polite. He thought that if an ordinary swordsman was attacked like this, he would lose one arm if he didn't do it well. He raised the sword and slapped Feng Lang's chest. With his strength, he would suddenly
He knocked Feng Lang away.
Feng Lang's body suddenly flew backwards like a kite with broken strings, and was stopped until it hit the courtyard wall.
Lu Ming still didn't go to the death. After all, it was not so easy to find such a small sword sect suitable for signing up for the World Swordsman Conference. Since you come, you can rest assured and teach this greedy Feng Lang a lesson.
Lu Ming walked a few steps to Feng Lang sitting by the wall of the courtyard. He looked at Feng Lang in frightened eyes and looked up at him. He raised the iron wood sword and beat Feng Lang on his body. Every time he hit Feng Lang
The fragile part of the body.
Feng Lang suddenly turned into a rolling gourd in pain, constantly rolling on the ground, crying: "Ah! Don't... stop beating, I'll accept you, I'll accept you Lu Ming!"
When Lu Ming heard this, he kept on his hands. The iron wood sword in his hand simply made an iron rod to hit Feng Lang. He stopped until he knocked out several large bags on Feng Lang's head.
The entire sword training field was quiet for a moment, only Feng Lang gasped desperately and looked at Lu Ming with a grin. The other disciples of the Rising Sword Sect were stunned by the sudden eruption of Lu Ming.
They only remember that the moment before, it seemed that Feng Lang was going to attack Lu Ming viciously, but in a blink of an eye, Feng Lang was taken away by Lu Ming and beaten his head full of bags.
"I'm not dazzled..." A swordsman rubbed his eyes hard, unable to believe what he saw in front of him.
"I don't know, anyway, I see Feng Lang being beaten up by the new Lu Ming..." Another swordsman with a dazed expression.
"But... Isn't Feng Lang the strength of the great swordsman level? I think Lu Ming seems to be at the swordsman level. How can he beat Feng Lang!"
"I have no idea……"
Lu Ming's ear moved and all the whispers of these people were put into his ears. He didn't want to waste time, so he directly pressed the Tiemu Sword against Feng Lang's head and inserted it into the ground, and then said in a deep voice: "You just said you wanted it."
Do I still want my sword now?”
Feng Lang looked up at Lu Ming when he heard the sound, but felt that he could no longer see through the newcomer who had been teasing for several days. He really couldn't figure out how Lu Ming looked less than twenty years old.
The sword turned over himself.
Feng Lang blinked a few times, and felt his mouth dry and his expression became much more honest: "This kid must be the master of art. The sword he had just now didn't see clearly how he reached out and put the sword.
I hid, so it's better not to mess with him now..."
Feng Lang saw the wind turn, and was beaten up by Lu Ming, and at least he immediately became honest.
Listening to Lu Ming's question, he immediately pricked up his ears and heard clearly, and quickly replied: "No, no more! I was just kidding just now, don't mind."
"That's good." Lu Ming curled his lips and looked down at Feng Lang and said, "From now on, don't disturb me if you have nothing to do. Before the World Swordsman Conference begins, I will also go into seclusion to comprehend the sword technique. From now on, you will eat it every day.
Just deliver the things to my door."
Feng Lang's face suddenly looked extremely ugly when he listened to Lu Ming's brutal orders, but he still responded repeatedly and did not dare to refute. Now the face has already lost face in front of many people. If Lu Ming continues to fight, his face will be
But there is no left at all.
Seeing Feng Lang becoming much more honest, Lu Ming nodded and no longer had the energy to spend too much energy on such trivial matters. He nodded, turned around and walked out of the sword training ground, and went back to his hut.
Feng Lang kept watching Lu Ming's figure disappear completely in the courtyard, then he gritted his teeth and stood up with his teeth, staring at the place where Lu Ming's figure disappeared.
"Boy, you're dead! You dare to let me lose such a big face. Senior Brother will come back soon. At that time, I will definitely let you taste the power of Senior Brother, and you will feel better!"
After being angry, Feng Lang did not stay in the sword training ground and walked out of the mountain gate with a sinister look on his face...
The next morning, Feng Lang, who had been standing near the mountain gate, grinned and applied medicine to his bruised body, and kept muttering Lu Ming's name viciously.
Suddenly, a strong swordsman appeared on the mountain path, with his arms extremely thick, and drove a carriage filled with things to climb up the mountain road.
"Senior Brother!"
When Feng Lang saw this person, he immediately screamed in surprise. Regardless of the pain on his body, he rushed to the strong swordsman in just a few steps.
The strong swordsman looked at Feng Lang's face with purple and purple, and suddenly burst into laughter: "Hahahaha, I said Feng Lang, are you trying to tease me on purpose? What's wrong with you? You actually made yourself
All over his body was injured.”
Feng Lang saw the strong man and his face was filled with smiles: "Senior Brother Liu, the fool has just hurt himself. You are back now, and the harvest from going down the mountain must be good..." (To be continued.