I haven’t seen you for a few days, and my brother seems to be handsome again.”
In a corner of the venue, two girls were chattering.
"Yang Shiyun, Zhao Cheng is not your biological brother. What kind of brother do you call him? I am your biological brother!"
"I call him Zhao Cheng, so you have to call him Zhao Cheng too!"
Zhao Xiaoxiang looked at his infatuated friend next to him with a vigilant gaze, and at the same time, he missed the silly little dog in his family even more.
At that time, being stupid was a bit stupid, but it was better to be safe.
"Xiao Xiang, isn't this bad?"
"It seems to go against my ladylike behavior."
Yang Shiyun said seriously.
While speaking, her eyes subconsciously looked at the young man in white in the field. Although he was only wearing a simple kendo uniform, had short hair, and did not have many extra decorations on his body, he looked good no matter how he looked.
When they met for the first time, they just felt that the other person was a stable big boy. However, in a short period of time, he seemed to be just a piece of jade. The stone skin on the surface was rubbed off, and it immediately became bright and dazzling.
It seems that the hero she longs for is like this, attracting the attention of everyone and having a light on his body.
She now reflects on it and feels that her biggest problem at the moment is that she met her too late. Otherwise, who would be her opponent if she had a young tame dye earlier?!
As for Zhao Xiaoxiang, just think of a way to marry her away from home in the future. It won't be a big problem.
Of course, similar thoughts are more like a joke-like fantasy.
"Just you, lady?!"
Zhao Xiaoxiang responded.
"Zhao Cheng, on the other hand, said he just came out to play for a few days, but ended up playing in the finals."
"If Big Data hadn't pushed me about the Junior Cup two days ago, I wouldn't have known that he was here to withdraw money."
Zhao Xiaoxiang complained.
"You're very good at withdrawing money."
Yang Shiyun was convinced that they had all watched the Qingyuan Swordsmanship Examination before.
I even heard comments from some instructors that there are not many opponents among swordsmen.
And Zhao Cheng's performance in the past two days of the main game was indeed like this. No matter how his opponent performed in the previous games, there was no difference to Zhao Cheng.
"However, in just a few days, I made more than a million. My sword skills are great, so making money is easy."
Zhao Xiaoxiang Digu.
She is not a money fan, and her family has never been short of pocket money. Her only feeling about more than one million is that it is too much.
"Indeed, it is enough for my pocket money for a year."
Yang Shiyun was deeply convinced and continued.
"???"
Zhao Xiaoxiang turned his head and realized that his good friend was not in Fanxue, but really thought so.
…
In another corner, Yan Sisi and her friends were also chattering, but the content was subtly different.
"Whoa oh oh!"
"The duel between beauties, the sympathy after the duel, and then the story begins!"
"Even before they started fighting, I seemed to have thought of the follow-up story."
"No, no, no, no! I feel like my brain is trembling just thinking about it!"
Yan Sisi said in a crackling voice, looking at the field with eyes that seemed to be shining.
"That's right! That's right!"
"When beautiful men fight, there is no true love between beautiful men and beautiful men. It's so exciting and intense!"
"Is this thing of yours serious?!"
Yan Sisi's friends also echoed.
…
In the middle of the field, the two walked onto the field and finally stood still.
"Your sword is very strong!"
Before the starting bell rings, there will be a short time gap. In this gap, you can chat with your opponent or disturb your opponent with trash talk.
If you are really easily angered, it only proves that your spiritual practice is not enough.
Of course, there are very few similar things in China. The culture of Yanhuang is more gentle. Moderation is not gentleness, but a kind of broadness.
Overseas, their cultural style is more extreme, and they are mostly people who practice swordsmanship but not morality. Therefore, some of their games usually start with a scolding battle.
Of course, this is during competition.
If it were a real life-and-death battle, the methods used by Yan and Huang to curse people would be much more powerful than the few words exchanged back and forth overseas. They were just used in competitions, not that much.
There is a certain degree of pursuing victory, but not pursuing victory by any means necessary.
Wang Zhongjing's voice sounded throughout the entire venue through the hidden microphone in the venue.
His voice is calm and powerful. Although in Zhao Cheng's opinion, his temperament is a bit inferior, but compared to the peers around him, he is indeed young and mature.
"Your heart is sincere."
Zhao Cheng responded and affirmed.
After meeting the other party, Zhao Cheng could feel the sincerity and sincerity towards the sword through the other party's spiritual temperament.
Come to think of it, it was this sincerity that created his current swordsmanship.
The basic swordsmanship of around level 13 does not seem to be very high, but it is only comparable to Zhao Cheng, a blatant cheater.
If a young man with a fair talent for swordsmanship wants to have such swordsmanship at his age, he must practice diligently every day.
The reason why the opponent can be made into a star swordsman by the organizer is not just because of his good image, the key is that his own moral character is also strong enough.
After the words fell, the two stopped talking and had nothing more to say.
Compared with all kinds of verbal communication, any communication is actually nothing compared to speaking with the sword in your hand.
Jingle Bell!
A burst of rapid bells rang through the venue, Zhao Cheng drew his sword, and at the same time as he stepped forward, it seemed that the sword in his hand was driving Zhao Cheng to move out of thin air.
This sword is not the killing move created by Zhao Chengchuang, the Secret Sword Thunder.
The killing move is too violent. The sword is meant to kill people. Even if it is Zhao Cheng, he can release it but not retract it.
With his current strength, even if he was holding a wooden sword and the opponent was wearing protective gear, he would probably be hacked to death.
No blade, still killing!
In Wang Zhongjing's opinion, Zhao Cheng's sword could only be seen with his eyesight, but the most terrifying thing was the spiritual feeling.
This sword seems to contain endless killing power. A divine sword made of blood and bones can cut off the world with one sword.
Such momentum and sword intent were the only things he had ever seen in his life.
The opponents he had encountered in the past, even though their swordsmanship was exquisite, had their own momentum, but they lacked the most important killing power of blood and fire.
This kind of intention, this kind of thought, is not like something that can be created in this era.
But after all, he is a man of firm will. Even if his soul is suppressed, he will never lose the courage to draw the sword.
He raised his sword to fight, but found that he was too slow.
boom!
With a crisp sound, the evil wind blowing towards my face stopped suddenly. It was loud but light.
Zhao Cheng sheathed his sword, and as the referee shouted: "Zhao Chengsheng", the audience immediately burst into thunderous applause after a brief silence.
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