A group of disciples were slapped on the ground with a big sword, and there were so many swordsmen from other sword sects around him. It was so embarrassing that they were so shameless. If they didn't subdue this fierce boy, the Kunshan Sword Sect would no longer have to hang out in Jiurizhu in the future.—
"My God, which sect is that young swordsman from? The disciples of Kunshan Sword Sect are very strong. Why was he slapped down with his sword so easily?"
"I've really misunderstood it. I thought it was common for the Sword Sect who was assigned to the broken yard to live in. As a result, such a fierce man popped up. I think he has at least the strength of the Sword Saint Realm."
"No, the Rising Sword Sect seems to have always been a poor sword sect. Looking at the old man in the yard, it seems that they are their leader, and they are only in the Sword King realm."
Lu Ming showed his strength and immediately attracted more attention on him. Seeing Xu Zhizheng rushing towards him, a trace of ferocious voice immediately appeared on his face. He raised his sword and fought with the head of the Kunshan Sword Sect. Every big sword he swung was stalking with Xu Zhizheng.
Xu Zhizheng's strength was also close to the peak of the Sword Saint, but facing Lu Ming's unreasonable hard fight, his original forward stance was reversed and he was beaten step by step and kept regressing.
A swordsman looked at Lu Ming's long sword and suddenly shouted: "Ah! I recognize him. He is Beichen Killing. Legend has it that he already has the strength of a sword saint. He has been searching for people in the nearby state leaders to challenge sword skills and causes trouble. However, he is very strong and does not go to offend the Sect that cannot be offended by the Sword Sect. It is just a hob meat. No one can do anything to him!"
"No wonder I looked familiar with each other. It turned out to be Beichen Killing. Now Kunshan Sword Sect mentioned a piece of iron plate. Beichen Killing this person is completely unlucky..."
"It's really unlucky. Why did this guy come to the competition on the 9th day? If he meets him, few people will be able to beat him."
Lu Ming had been listening to all directions during the fight. At this time, he finally saw someone recognize his "identity". He laughed in his heart and did not hold back. He ruthlessly shook the long sword in Xu Zhizheng's hand. With a backhand, he slapped Xu Zhizheng, who was defeated in panic, to the ground. Suddenly, the head of the Kunshan Sword Sect was shot fainted in front of everyone!
"Who else!"
Lu Ming widened his eyes and looked at the remaining swordsmen of the Kunshan Sword Sect with horror. The head of the sect was fiercely knocked to the ground by him. No one dared to make a sound. In his shout, he lowered the tip of the sword to the ground.
Lu Ming was not polite either. His face looked fierce. He pointed at the swordsmen of the Soul Shirt Sword Sect who were not seriously injured by his swordsman: "You guys, go clean your yard and change our two sword parties."
Several swordsmen of Kunshan Sword Sect nodded quickly under Lu Ming's fierce flames, but immediately recalled that the leader was still lying on the ground, and they all turned their eyes to Xu Zhizheng with a look of nervousness, but at this time Xu Zhizheng had already fallen into a coma, so how could he make any ideas for them?
Although Yu Siguang and Hongmei were a little surprised and Lu Ming's temperament changed, they looked at the yard of Kunshan Sword Sect and their own Rising Sword Sect and made a judgment. When the two heard Lu Ming's suggestion, they walked over without hesitation with their luggage.
The old leader and Feng Lang, the swordsmen of the Rising Sun Sword Sect, were stunned at this time, and it took a while to recover.
Feng Lang's face changed a few times, but when he thought of being looked down upon before, he gritted his teeth and followed Hongmei and Yu Siguang with a few confidants, took the lead in walking through the streets, occupying the yard of the Kunshan Sword Sect in full view of everyone.
The old leader didn't say anything. Although he was surprised, he enjoyed the opportunity to be proud. He walked past Lu Ming with a smile and entered the yard opposite him.
Not long after, some of the salutes of Kunshan Sword Sect were thrown out.
A group of swordsmen from the Soul-Shirt Sword Sect dared not speak out under Lu Ming's intimidation. Seeing that the Rising Sword Sect occupied their yard, they all went to pick up their luggage in dejectedly and carried the injured head and fellow disciples to the yard that originally belonged to Lu Ming and his group by the dirty canal.
Lu Ming stood at the door of the new yard and glanced around. Suddenly, many onlookers subconsciously lowered their eyebrows and did not dare to look directly at Lu Ming.
Lu Ming raised his lips and smiled with satisfaction. That's good. He is now a arrogant and unreasonable Beichen Killing. The more people think this way, the better.
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In the evening, Jiuri City was still crowded. In a magnificent courtyard in the West City, Xu Zhi was sitting at a tea table with an ugly face, drinking tea quietly, looking at a fat swordsman of the same middle-aged man opposite.
Soon, the middle-aged fat man looked up at Xu Zhizheng and said with a smile: "President Xu, come back to the origin, your brother and I are also the same sect, and belong to the Sword Sect. That boy from the Rising Sword Sect is too much. He dares to ignore the arrangements of our conference, so I can help you with this."
Speaking of this, the fat swordsman's smile on his face became stronger. He looked at Xu Zhizheng and said again: "But if something happens, Ling Zun and Brother Ling need to tie them up and relieve some things..."
"This is of course."
Xu Zhizheng's face became much better, with a smile on his face, and then he turned his hand and placed an ancient wood carved box on the tea table: "So, I can only ask you, an acquaintance of Mengli, to do this. That kid only has brute force. Just arrange it for the bastard boy from the Rising Sword Sect in the competition so that he can't make progress in the conference."
The fat man nodded with a smile, hurriedly held the wooden box in his hand, put it next to his nose and smelled it, and the smile on his face became stronger: "President Xu is so polite. If Ling Zun had not led the organization of the competition in Kunshan in the south and Brother Ling entered the list of the selected sword sect early, how could this matter be used? A small sect that appeared where I don't know. At that time, I will arrange them all in the group you requested..."
Xu Zhi was hearing the fat man Mengli talk about this, and the expression on his face calmed down a lot, but his eyes rolled and he suddenly raised his hand to interrupt Mengli's words.
Meng Li looked at Xu Zhizheng curiously and put down the teacup.
Xu Zhi rolled his eyes a few times. He didn't know what he thought of, but his expression on his face became a little ferocious. He looked at Mengli with a treacherous smile: "Mengli, just help me send that kid in. A woman in that sect hurts my disciples. At that time, I will take the rest back to my sword sect to enter."
Meng Li listened, with a smile on her face still on her face, and nodded repeatedly to respond.
Seeing that the matter was done, Xu Zhizheng didn't say much, so he left the wooden box and left directly.
After waiting for Xu Zhizheng to walk for a while, the smile on the fat man's face gradually dissipated. He opened the wooden box in his hand and saw the few simple ones inside. The corner of his mouth curled up slightly: "Xu Zhizheng, Xu Zhizheng, if you didn't have the old man and your brothers, you thought that a few simple ones could be asked me to do this? It's just a small sect. It's not a problem to make a small effort. Just do it."
Mengli quickly left the yard. As a local native who selected the auxiliary Jianlu to hold the competition, he was responsible for the arrangement of some of the events...
Two days later, the World Swordsman Conference officially began on the same day. The sword sects participating in the Xicheng all went to the arena arranged by the conference. The groups of the various arena battles have long been divided, and just need to keep winning.
The Rising Sun Sword Sect is not considered a major sect in the entire Jiuri Leader. The personnel were arranged to join several groups after signing up.
Lu Ming, Yu Siguang and Hongmei were also scattered, but Lu Ming lined up in the morning, and the rest of the two men who were lined up in the afternoon were followed.
Everyone had no unexpected thoughts. There were many contestants coming to Jiuri City to participate. For example, the small sects like the Rising Sword Sect where they were located, it was normal for them to be arranged in any group.
According to the conference arrangement, each group has ten arenas. The swordsmen of each arena will play in order according to each time. The winner stays and continues to advance. The swordsmen left on the last ten arenas will be more one by one. In the end, one person can advance to the next stage of the ring.
Lu Ming arrived at the No. 17 ring group, and found the ring he was assigned early, and stood beside the ring waiting for him to play.
Yu Siguang and others did not have a competition, so they followed Lu Ming curiously to take a look.
When he arrived at the place, Yu Siguang walked around the ring team and walked back to Lu Ming, saying strangely: "Lu Ming, the ring team here is really fun. After walking around, there are probably nearly a thousand people here. But except for small sects like ours, I looked at the swordsmen who brought dozens or hundreds of competitions, all arranged in dispersed arrangements..."
After saying this, Yu Siguang looked at Lu Ming playfully, but Lu Ming looked faint and had no reaction.
Hongmei, who was on the one hand, said, "It's just a few bigger sects. How come there is nothing wrong with such a huge local competition? Generally, players from major sects will naturally be arranged in a dispersed manner through relationships. In this way, they can get more swordsmen to advance. It's an old trick."
Feng Lang has been following Lu Ming for the past two days, and he also curled his lips when he heard this: "Those big sects have various benefits. For sects like our Rising Sword Sect, it is still too difficult to make a breakthrough."
Lu Ming still didn't answer, and Yu Siguang and Hongmei were just saying a few words boredly. With the strength of the three of them, no matter what group they were assigned to in Jiuri City, it would be the same.
With the noise of the crowd, the competition finally began. There were swordsmen in each ring as referees on stage. Then they were named one by one. The contestants came on stage and immediately started to fight. (To be continued...)