The first stage of the Morning Sword Society's initial conference is coming to an end.

"Today's event has come to an end here, and we also invite some friends who are enthusiastic about the future work of the Morning Sword Club, let them come up and say a few words, I hope that the friends who have expectations and enthusiasm for the Morning Sword Club can lead the club to a better tomorrow in the future!"

"After this session, we distributed training bamboo swords to each new member, as well as training uniforms that individual students had previously ordered, and showed everyone a few exhibition matches. ”

"Does anyone want to come up and say a few words and show them to everyone?"

Yang Zi gestured to the people in the audience.

Within a few breaths, no one responded.

Yang Zi pointed forward with the microphone, and Zhao Gao, a one-meter-nine tall boy sitting in the first row, stood up.

Zhao Gao strode to the front of the audience.

"Thank you, President...... Glad ......"

Zhao Gaogao, who was previously thought by Lin Jian to be the future successor of the Morning Sword Club, said some student representative speeches in front of the audience that Lin Jian had heard in countless student activities in his previous life.

"Finally...... I hope that in the next year, I can build on the hard work of Senior Sister Yang Zi in the past...... Continue to contribute more of your time......"

At the end of the student representative's speech, Yang Zi took the microphone.

"Thanks for the high ...... In the future, the president who will lead the Morning Sword Club to the future must be a student who can convince everyone with the level and achievements of kendo swordsmanship...... Do you have anything else you want to say?"

"Me!"

Just as Yang Zigang finished speaking, Lin Jian saw that in the first row, the delicate boy next to Geng Bingyun's seat was patted on the shoulder by Geng Bingyun, and then raised his hand.

This classmate ...... Is this student a new member of the high school who recently signed up for the club, and he looks a little raw, it's okay, and he will participate in the morning exercise more in the morning, and everyone will be familiar with it. ”

Yang Zi handed the microphone to the delicate boy.

The delicate boy stood up and walked to the position where Yang Zi was standing just now, and then he glanced at Zhao Gao in the audience and said.

"Thank you. My name is Geng Qingfeng, I am a new member who has just joined the Morning Sword Club, I heard Yang Zi say that the president who will lead the club in the future must be a person who has the strength to serve the public. “

"I hope to show the strength of our freshman students. ”

"I see that there is kendo armor over there, and Senior Zhao Gaogao and I put on protective gear and play an exhibition match directly for everyone. ”

"Thank you, Senior Sister Yang Zi, please agree!"

The delicate boy turned out to be Geng Qingfeng, and in Lin Jian's opinion, most of them were related to Geng Bingyun.

In this kind of gymnasium activity of the Morning Sword Club, there should be frequent kendo exhibition matches.

This can be seen from the fact that there is kendo armor on the floor of the basketball hall of the gymnasium.

"Okay...... It seems that our senior high school students are full of confidence, and we just need such energetic fresh blood. ”

Yang Zi agreed to this exhibition game, and the school leaders in the audience did not come out to stop anything.

This made Lin Jian deeply feel the difference between the past life and the present life.

......

After a few minutes, both men took off their shoes and their original clothes and changed into armor.

The two men greeted each other in the middle of the wooden floor of the gymnasium, and then took three steps back and began to prepare.

Zhao Gao, a one-meter-nine boy who was originally a little thin, wore armor at this time, and the whole person looked a little burly.

"Let's go!"

As a senior boy who was the referee announced, the two boys in the stadium immediately fought.

At the first start, Lin Jian saw the superiority.

No, Zhao Gao is too weak.

It's the delicate boy Geng Qingfeng, who really has something.

Lin Jian saw his steps, and the whole person seemed to be running on the wooden floor like a splash.

A few leaps, then a ghostly left retreat, and then a sliding slash, forced Zhao Gaogao to retreat.

At the beginning, he fell into passivity, and Zhao Gaoao was constantly busy parrying the attack of the delicate freshman boy in front of him.

Then Geng Qingfeng was pressing, and after taking the lead and taking the initiative, he didn't give Zhao Gaogao any chance to counterattack and adjust.

"Face hit!"

Geng Qingfeng directly cut a sword on Zhao Gao's helmet.

"Lost!"

Geng Qingfeng shouted.

Then the referee separated the two.

"Come again!"

After Zhao Gaogao was separated, he looked at Geng Qingfeng with a face full of disbelief, he directly restarted and rushed towards Geng Qingfeng again.

"Still losing!"

Geng Qingfeng let out a low shout, then suddenly retreated to the left again, and then directly moved forward and stabbed, directly stabbing the armor on Zhao Gao's waist!

"Stop!"

With the referee's announcement, Lin Jian's pupils shrank suddenly.

He suddenly felt that Geng Qingfeng had hidden his true strength before he hit Zhao Gao's face helmet for the first time before.

Geng Qingfeng's strength has surpassed that of the amateur fifth rank, and Yang Zi is the same rank.

And Geng Qingfeng's body has a subtle soul power silk thread circulating, making his movements more smooth.

On the whole, if Geng Qingfeng's strength includes the improvement of soul power against combat power, it has already reached the level of the sixth stage of the professional rank.

"This classmate wins!"

The referee took the hands of Zhao Gaogao and Geng Qingfeng to the left and right and announced the victory.

"Who else is there, I am Geng Qingfeng, Vice Minister of Sports!"

The delicate boy said in a provocative tone as if he had drunk too much.

However, this remark made many people frown.

The boy in front of him did say that he was the deputy minister of sports, and it didn't seem to be true.

However, this is the event venue of the Morning Sword Society.

Geng Bingyun is known to many people as the Minister of Sports, and the boy in front of him can also believe that he is the Deputy Minister of Sports.

But this is too bad for the Morning Sword Society.

Yang Zi originally wanted to boast about the infinite potential of the senior seedlings of the Morning Sword Society, but he also frowned unhappily when he heard this.

"Who else!"

Geng Qingfeng's delicate temperament disappeared, and he said a little unscrupulously.

In a sense, the level of the sixth stage of the comprehensive strength major is indeed enough to run rampant on the general campus.

It can be said that he is the strongest among the students.

That's when it happened.

Poof!

A steam jet sounded.

Lin Jian's figure fell on the wooden floor of the gymnasium along a parabola trailed by white steam.

When Lin Jian was about to fall at the end, the steam wingsuit backpack he was carrying slightly sprayed some steam.

This made Lin Jian stay in the air for a while before slowly falling.

"Me. ”

Lin Jian opened her mouth slightly.

However, his voice was heard by everyone in the gymnasium.

Then, Lin Jian rushed to Geng Qingfeng in a few big strides.

Lin Jian took the sword bag in his left hand and went straight towards Geng Qingfeng, his right hand stretched forward into a fist, and then when his body was about to reach the other party, his five fingers opened with a snap.

The momentum that came like a howling wind roared in front of Geng Qingfeng.