Although the position of deputy owner and the thirteen Taibao is still vacant, and the vast majority of applications to enter the upper three halls have failed, whether it is the Discipline Hall, or the Shenji Battalion, or even the sword collar, there are still people who have passed the test. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This time, the Discipline Hall absorbed sixteen people from the thousand new gangs, and the Shenji Battalion received twenty-four. As for the collar of the sword, because the test was so harsh, only three people were allowed to enter.

Not to mention the Discipline Hall, the nominal owner of the Shenji Camp is Lanling, but in fact it is Ning Xiaoning's world, and Zhanbai can't reach into it at all. As for the sword collar, it can be said that Zhanbai is the most valued, and he even went down to the field for assessment in person.

It is precisely because of this that in the list of nearly two hundred applicants, only three people have entered his eyes, and these three people are especially concerned about a man named Cang Jiansheng.

The man is not big, and the short beard with green lips adds a little rebelliousness, but it also exposes the childishness that has not been taken off.

"You want to get into the collar of the sword?" Spread his eyes and said slightly.

In fact, although the test of the sword collar is too harsh, it is also simply excessive, that is, to accept Zhanbai's separate interview.

Cang Jiansheng nodded, but his expression revealed not the excitement of the others, but a kind of dispensable contempt.

"Why?"

"It is said that the salary is high, and all resources are given priority." The answer is also different from others, there is no swear and nonsense, it is straightforward and to the point.

Even when he casually looked at Zhanbai, his eyes showed contempt and disdain.

A mere cultivation of the ninth grade can become the leader of a gang, if there is no nepotism, he doesn't believe it. And in the face of this original Beida Camp in my heart, there is also a dislike. Although he changed his name, how could he forget that the Xuanjing Mine where they were killed back then belonged to the current gang.

Revenge is not enough, after all, the collapse of the Xuanjing Mine is not uncommon, but it is inevitable that the heart will not be seen.

Working in a gang that he doesn't like, and the gang leader of this gang still relies on nepotism to get in the upper position, the combination of the two, Cang Jiansheng really has no reason to make himself happy and excited. As he said, when joining the sword collar, what is important is the high salary and treatment.

When you have your savings in the future, when you build to the next level, it will be the day you leave.

Zhan Bai naturally didn't know about the plan in Cang Jiansheng's heart, but he saw the disdain in the other party's eyes, and couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile.

I remember that there was a saying in the previous life that the mouth is hairless and the work is not firm, in that world, people value qualifications, and often age is the easiest to reflect the depth of a person's qualifications, and it is precisely because of this that there is a good story of a hero out of a teenager, since it is a good story, it is naturally an extremely rare situation.

And in this world of metaphysical cultivation, people also treat others with colored glasses, and the standard for judging is cultivation. Naturally having a high cultivation is highly respected, while a low cultivation is undoubtedly looked down upon.

If Zhan Bai's rather deceptive scholarly appearance has already given him the glory of a weakling, then only the cultivation of the Nine Grades is naturally the most powerful evidence.

"You're practicing kendo?" Zhan Bai glanced at the long sword in the young man's arms lightly and asked.

"Exactly." Speaking of swords, Cang Jiansheng's expression changed again, with a strong sense of pride and confidence.

"The sword is good, is the swordsmanship okay?" Zhanbai seemed to be deliberate, and pulled the last word "Mo" very long.

What do you mean by improvisation? Suddenly, Cang Jiansheng seemed to have been greatly insulted, and his eyebrows were coldly glaring, "You can try it." ”

Zhan Bai looked surprised, "Are you sure?" ”

"When...... Forget it. After all, you are the owner of the village, and it is not a glorious thing to defeat you, and it has offended you in vain. Cang Jiansheng was about to agree, but after thinking about it, he instantly put away his edge.

It's hard to find a good job, and he doesn't want to lose it so soon.

The battle of wills really doesn't mean much to him now.

"Haha, that's good. Funny kid. "This time, Zhanbai was really unexpected, I didn't see that this kid was not so reckless.

"Zhuang master, I wonder if my subordinates can join the sword collar?" Cang Jiansheng said a little impatiently, he really didn't understand, the two of them just said something unnutritious, it was the so-called test? If that's the case, I'm sorry, I'm very busy, and I don't have time to chat with your old man.

"Yes, but you have to take my sword first." Zhanbai is also a positive color.

"Take your sword? It's as simple as that? Cang Jiansheng was stunned.

"It's as simple as that." As Zhan Bai spoke, he slowly stood up from the chair, just standing indiscriminately, without the slightest murderous aura in his body, with a gentle temperament, coupled with that bookish face, he looked like a scholar who was powerless. It makes people wonder, can he afford to lift a sword?

It was only at this time that Cang Jiansheng discovered that Zhanbai actually had a sword tied to his waist.

The sword is sheathed, exuding ...... from the inside out Ordinary breath, not to mention what kind of rare Xuanling treasure weapon, is not even as good as Ruo Weapon, hanging on the waist, more like a decoration.

"I'm going to draw my sword, huh?" Zhan Bai reminded with a matter.

"It's really an insult to kendo." In Cang Jiansheng's eyes, Zhanbai at this time was like a clown, of course, for the sake of his own future, he couldn't say this, he could only nod perfunctorily, how can he say that, he should accompany the prince to study, who makes the family the owner?

Zhan Bai smiled harmlessly, and his right hand had already touched the hilt of the sword at his waist.

The sword is slowly unsheathed!

Qiang !!!

As the blade of the sword was revealed little by little, a long sword moan immediately appeared, which was extremely low at first, but the sound was getting louder and louder, and when the sword was drawn halfway, it had turned into a scream that shook the eardrums.

Looking at the other side, Cang Jiansheng's original disapproving expression changed when he touched the hilt of the sword with his white hand, and with the sound of the sword's groan, it became more and more solemn, and on the bright forehead, beads of sweat oozed out of the skin little by little, accumulating a lot, and then flowing downstream.

Tick!!!

A drop of sweat slipped down his chin and slammed on the floor, which was supposed to be silent, but Cang Jiansheng had a deafening feeling.

What's going on?

Obviously, this scholar is just the cultivation of the ninth grade, obviously the long sword in his hand is just a scrap iron, and the long sword has not yet been unsheathed, obviously telling himself over and over again that this is just a farce, but why is his heart more and more nervous, more and more dignified, and even timidity that he has never had before.

This kind of timidity is even more violent than when I was in the collapsed mine and watched my parents being divided and eaten.

Nightmares, nightmares that aren't scary.

Time passed little by little, and for the first time in his life, Cang Jiansheng knew what it meant to live like a year, and his eyes were almost entirely focused on the long sword that had not yet been unsheathed.

Every time the sword was drawn, the heartbeat couldn't help but intensify.

can't be matched, he will definitely not be able to block this sword, it is absolutely impossible.

The deep fear and frustration made Cang Jiansheng's whole body seem to be drained.

Click.

With a crisp sound, the long sword was instantly returned to its scabbard when it was drawn two-thirds of the way.

Poof!

At the same time, Cang Jiansheng, who had completely collapsed, was no longer able to support his body, and staggered to the ground, his dull gaze slowly moving from the long sword to Zhanbai's face.

"Yes, you can hold on until now, you have passed the test." The smile on Zhanbai's face is still gentle, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.

But it was like the most severe slap in the face, and it was slapped Cang Jiansheng's face.

The most proud and proud sword path of his own, but he can't block someone else's sword, no, the other party hasn't even pulled out his sword.

"What kind of sword is this?" After a long time, Cang Jiansheng, who had finally regained his senses, stared at Zhan Bai with a flushed face.

"This is not a sword codex, this is a sword." Zhan Bai had already sat back in his chair, comfortably picked up the teacup on the table, and drank slowly.

"Sword?!" Cang Jiansheng didn't understand, but faintly, he seemed to be a little sudden.

"Boy, add the sword collar and I'll show you what a real sword is."