Xiao Yu nodded with a smile, sat down, and took the pen and ink in his hand:

"Brothers, if there are any who have not yet registered, report them together, and hand them over for you."

The people standing on the four sides looked at Xiao Yu, and they were silent for a while.

It was Xia San, who kindly explained on the side:

"It is rumored that this martial arts competition is a little different from previous years. If you don't register early, or if it's too late, you will be charged an additional registration fee. Therefore, the names of all the contestants in our third class have been written on it, and the only thing missing now is your own name. ”

Hearing that he was reasonable, Xiao Yu did not hesitate, and wrote his name on the booklet in a dignified manner.

That group of people was still standing there, looking forward to it.

Suddenly remembering the benefits in the morning, Xiao Yu couldn't help but smile quietly:

"Well, everyone, I have been classmates for a few days, and in the bottom of my heart, I still have a lot of good feelings for everyone here. This competition is coming, so the more you know, the better. As the leader of your team, Chi Yu has nothing to repay, and there is a set of newly learned swordsmanship, Xiao Yu is not presumptuous, and dances with everyone to watch it, so as to make everyone laugh. Depending on fate, everyone can comprehend as much as they want, and it can be regarded as a little bit of heart for everyone here! ”

"Yes, that's great!" In the crowd, there was a loud heckling.

With a slight smile, Xiao Yu put down the pen and ink in his hand, pulled out his long sword, and walked to the center of the martial arts hall.

After a momentum, the Chixiao Sword roared, and finally in Xiao Yu's hands, it danced impermeably.

Pursing her lips, Xiao Yu danced with the unique swordsmanship of the Nangong family that Nangong Ping taught him in the middle of the night.

That set of swordsmanship, under Xiao Yu's repeated practice since then, has already been extremely proficient.

In that cold sword, the chic and elegant of the sword dancer only reminded those viewers who were also martial arts practitioners of an ancient poem:

The ancient sword is cold and gloomy, and it has been cast for thousands of years. The white light is the sun and the moon, and the purple gas is a bullfight. Some guests borrow a look, and love is not daring to ask. In the clear jade box, the autumn water does not flow. The treasure has a nature, and the essence is incomparable. It can be folded inch by inch, and can not be soft around the fingers. May the heart of the man be straightened quickly, and the head of the minister will be cut off.

The wide black coat, with a sword soaked in the cold of autumn water, danced skillfully and elegantly over there, and it looked even more fairy.

The large group of senior brothers who watched the sword dance were stunned one by one and opened their mouths wide.

After a set of swordsmanship dances, when Xiao Yu put his sword into the sheath as usual and threw his hands at everyone, in the middle of the crowd, it was like waking up from a dream, and there was a burst of cheers:

"Good! Good! Good! Our team leader is mighty! ”

"The team leader will win this time!"

"This time, the martial arts competition, this seat of champions, is indispensable, it should be our team leader! Class 1 or 3, you will win! ”

"The team leader will win!"

Those excitable brothers suddenly shouted many exciting sentences.

Xiao Yu could only smile bitterly.

Well, if you can win so easily with just this set of swordsmanship, then the witty Nangong prince will probably not waste so much effort on his body