Geng Qingfeng watched as a figure fell on the wooden floor in front of him.

He had just reacted that the other party might be wearing equipment similar to a steam wingsuit, so he had such a falling arc.

The other man strode towards him.

And his right hand is straight into a fist towards himself.

The other party is fierce!

Geng Qingfeng's training bamboo sword, which had been put back on his left waist, was immediately pulled out and held in front of him in a sword-holding posture.

However, in the process of Geng Qingfeng's subconscious sword drawing, as the other party approached with great strides, he felt that it was not a person running on the opposite side, but a roaring train.

Geng Qingfeng felt the air around him vibrate.

What to do!

Geng Qingfeng didn't know why he had the illusion that the air around him was vibrating, and he now felt that he didn't know how to resist the high-speed approaching train.

Withdraw?

As soon as Geng Qingfeng had such an idea, the opponent's fist had already reached him.

And then.

The opponent's fist is released, and the five fingers are stretched out.

As if there was really a roaring wind erupting from between the five fingers of the boy opposite, Geng Qingfeng felt that his whole body seemed to experience a gust of wind.

between blows.

Due to the strong wind, Geng Qingfeng couldn't help blinking.

However, after this blink of an eye, Geng Qingfeng felt that his hands were empty.

What about your own bamboo sword...... It's gone?

He looked forward and found that at some point, his bamboo sword had already reached the other party's hand.

"Brother. ”

"You lost. ”

Lin Jian lightly changed the direction of the bamboo sword that he had lightly taken from the other party's hand and withdrew it to his waist.

"This ......"

Geng Qingfeng didn't know what to do.

Does he seem to have really lost?

Is that kind of wind just now the momentum of the other party?

Geng Qingfeng looked at the audience next to him and found that all the classmates and teachers were looking at him and the boy in front of him in a daze.

"Lost...... You're from the Morning Sword Society...... Senior?"

Geng Qingfeng finally realized that he had been defeated, and he muttered.

"Yes, I'm Lin Jian, a senior member of the Morning Sword Club. ”

"Junior, have you joined the Morning Sword Society, welcome to participate in the training of the Morning Sword Club in the future, we can communicate more. ”

Lin Jian easily pulled out the bamboo sword on his waist, and then handsomely threw a bamboo sword sword flower, and said.

"My kendo level is about seven or eight dans, if you count the level of Windranger, the strength will be stronger, I also have permission to equip a steam wingsuit, if you have problems with Windranger sports in the future, we can also communicate." ”

Lin Jian said in a friendly manner.

The handsome boy opposite and Geng Bingyun in the audience next to him are the two members of the inner world with soul power that he saw in reality, except for Fu Bo Yi and cotton leaves.

Lin Jian estimated that in the entire Yubei Middle School, there would be no more than one hand of members of the inner world with soul power, and even those who belonged to the inner world would be on the order of one hand.

Of course, he has to make good friends.

"Classmate, are you admitting defeat to Lin Jian, a junior in high school?"

Yang Zi on the side came over with a microphone and asked, "Lin Jian, thank you for the kendo performance just now, although it was very short, but it was impressive, do you want to say something to everyone...... As a student who hopes to share his training insights as the president in the last few months of his senior year?"

Yang Zi asked, and in his words, he lightly told everyone present what Lin Jian had said before.

"Thank you, President. I really hope to share some of my own training and growth experience with the friends of the Morning Sword Club in the last days of my alma mater......"

Lin Jian took over the conversation......

"Wait a minute!"

Just as Lin Jian was about to continue talking, he introduced his thoughts to the first to third year students of the Morning Sword Club and the school leaders present.

Geng Bingyun, who was originally sitting in the audience, stood up and made a loud and crisp sound.

Geng Bingyun glanced at Geng Qingfeng, who was retreating towards the audience, and then walked to Zhao Gao's position on the field, and took a training bamboo sword from his hand.

After Geng Bingyun took the bamboo sword, he walked directly towards Lin Jian.

"I'm Geng Bingyun, a sophomore in high school, and I also want to be a junior. Comprehend the kendo level of senior Lin in high school. ”

"My Zhuxia swordsmanship rank is seventh, and I hope to be able to be Senior Lin's opponent. ”

Geng Bingyun held the bamboo sword in both hands.

Yang Zi looked at this waist-length girl who entered directly with some embarrassment, of course she knew that this was the star girl Geng Bingyun who became the head of the sports department in the second year of high school in the school.

However, the other party wanted to come to learn kendo with Lin Jian, and revealed that her Zhuxia swordsmanship rank was seventh, which she didn't expect to know.

"Uh...... The school girl is really ...... Ahh

Lin Jian also looked at this waist-length long-haired sophomore girl who was about to fight directly on the field a little sluggishly, but without giving him time to be sluggish, the other party ran over with a sword.

Nowadays, people want a quick solution?

Lin Jian complained.

Subsequently, the experience of facing the sudden attacks of the contestants many times in his memory began to surface, and Lin Jian's expression quickly became solemn.

Boom!

When Lin Jian was serious, he felt that the girl who was rushing suddenly became small and thin, and he seemed to be able to feel that the other party was actually not a very strong player.

Lin Jian stepped forward suddenly.

Then Lin Jian slashed at the air in front of him.

This simple action was done extremely quickly, and then with a sword split, Lin Jian's momentum as a windranger eighth stage instantly burst out.

This burst of momentum, from the perspective of onlookers, was just a gust of wind brought about by swinging the sword too fast.

If there are fallen leaves and broken grass next to it, you may be able to see the fallen leaves and broken grass being brought out in the momentum, and you will feel that this is like magic.

However, the opponent who was being stared at by Lin Jian with all his attention, and when he saw this sword split, he could feel as if a gust of wind roared out of thin air.

This is......!?

Geng Bingyun, who rushed over, as a contestant in the seventh stage of kendo swordsmanship, originally saw Lin Jian's performance just now, and felt that he had found a peer with a kendo level similar to himself, he was a little excited, and he couldn't hold back his mentality, and he also had the emotions of wanting to save face for his brother Geng Qingfeng, and wanted to attack Lin Jian.

However, when Lin Jian swung his sword, Geng Bingyun completely reacted, why Geng Qingfeng behaved like that in the duel just now.

The other party is not a kendo-level player at all, but a player who has stepped into the eighth-dan rank of the Wind Rover, a terrifying enemy who has mastered the Wind Realm at such a young age!

The wind brought by Lin Jian's momentum roared, and such a strong wind was not only the sword wind, but also the suppression of momentum.

Windranger's eighth rank is very different from the eighth rank of any other sport.