Walking into the hall on the top floor, Song Jian found that the decoration inside was the same as the NBA arena, with the ring in the middle, almost twice as large as the ordinary ring, and the ring was projected on the TV, which played the battle pictures in the ring.

Around the ring was a circle of stepped seats, and not many people watched at this time, and only about a third of the seats were seated.

In the ring, the two fighters were fighting fiercely, and Song Jian's eyes narrowed, and neither of them was wearing defensive and boxing gloves.

"How about it, be real, only this kind of place is the most suitable for you!" Wu Xuan had an excited expression on his face, pointed to the ring and said: "As soon as you come in today, I can see that you and the ancient head are not all the way, the coach in the fitness club, although there are also those who have been on the battlefield, but you can also see that they still have a bit of blood on their bodies now?" ”

"Even the ancient head is also a self-cultivation appearance, and learning swordsmanship from him is simply a waste for you!" Wu Xuan said.

Song Jian glanced at Wu Xuan with some surprise, when he was practicing with Gu, he had this feeling, so he chose to leave without hesitation, but he didn't expect to be seen by Wu Xuan, this person's eyesight is really vicious.

"Hey, surprised?" Wu Xuan said with a smile: "Doing our business, it depends on this pair of eyes, you look first, if you want to play, just tell me, I'll arrange it, there is no introduction from the agent here, there is no way to go on stage!" ”

"So, you're my agent?" Song Jian said with a smile.

"Hehe, eat with a mouthful!" Wu Xuan nodded and said with a smile.

"Okay, if there is a weapon battle, just sign up for me, but I don't have a handy weapon in my hand now, you have to find me a sword, the quality is better, and besides, if the hand is heavy here, the person will be gone,......" Song Jian hesitated.

Hearing that Song Jian wanted to play, Wu Xuan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he hurriedly waved his hand and said, "It's okay, the backstage of this game is extremely hard, but you have to be careful yourself, if you really fold here, it's also ......"

Song Jian nodded and stopped talking.

Wu Xuan glanced at Song Jian, patted him on the shoulder, asked him to wait here, and then ran towards the office next to him, and after a while, Wu Xuan returned to Song Jian's side.

"Say hello, you can play in two more games, this is your opponent's information, take a good look!" Wu Xuan handed Song Jian an A4 piece of paper with his opponent's information printed on it.

"In addition, if you have a weapon, you need to choose it yourself, generally the players will bring their own weapons, although the weapons in the field are of good quality, but after all, they are still easy to use with their own weapons, anyway, there is still time now, otherwise we will go and get it now, and it will be too late to ......" Wu Xuan said with some hesitation.

Song Jian waved his hand and said, "Just use the weapon here." ”

"Alright, follow me, go pick a weapon first!" Wu Xuan said, and took Song Jian down the aisle to a room next to him.

The room was lined with racks of instruments with a variety of weapons, and a man in his twenties was sitting behind a wooden table by the doorway, playing with a computer.

"Xiaohui, you're on duty today!" Wu Xuan handed over a voucher and stuffed another pack of cigarettes.

"Angkor, have you found a good fighter again?" The man known as Xiaohui glanced up at Wu Xuan, pushed down the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and looked Song Jian up and down.

"Hey, let's find us a good sword first, we're going to play soon." A look of embarrassment flashed on Wu Xuan's face, and he hurriedly said.

"Okay, the second row of shelves on the far left, go over and pick it yourself, this time the company has entered a batch of new goods, and the quality is OK!" Xiaohui said casually pointing to the left.

"Okay, then you get busy first, let's go over and have a look!" Wu Xuan pulled Song Jian towards the interior;

When I came to the place that Xiao Hui pointed to, there were three rows of instrument racks, all of which were all kinds of long swords.

"Song Jian, you can choose for yourself, look at that hand!" Wu Xuan said.

Song Jian took out the nearest long sword from his hand, pulled out the sheath and looked carefully, these long swords were all just forged, although they were all bladed, they had not been used;

Song Jian stretched out his hand and flicked it lightly on the blade, "click", and a tiny crack spread from the place where he flicked.

"What the hell is this?" Song Jian's face suddenly darkened, and he inserted the long sword back into the sheath and put it back on the instrument rack.

Wu Xuan next to him was also stunned, and muttered in a low voice: "It shouldn't be, how can there be such a shoddy product?" This kickback is a bit too ruthless. ”

Song Jian flicked seven or eight long swords in a row, and became a little impatient;

"Hey, that's good!" Song Jian pulled out another one, this sword was heavier than the previous ones in terms of weight, the blade was long and narrow, and it was sharpened on eight sides.

With a flick, a crisp sword roar sounded, the blade trembled slightly, and the light was refracted like a pool of clear water.

"That's it!" Song Jian inserted the sword back into the scabbard and held it in his hand, with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Okay, just do it!" Wu Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, weapons are very important in weapon warfare, if the weapons are not good, more than half of the strength will be wasted.

After waiting for more than an hour, it was Song Jian's turn to play, at this time there were a lot of blood stains in the ring, and three or four service personnel were hurrying to wipe it, and after more than ten minutes, the ring was wiped clean.

Stepping on the hard rubber floor in the ring, Song Jian could still smell the faint smell of blood, and he couldn't help but feel a little sorry in his heart, as long as he stepped on this ring, he would fight for his life, even if he didn't die, he would be seriously injured, and he might have to spend the rest of his life in bed or in a wheelchair.

Song Jian took a deep breath, and his eyes fell on a man in a white robe opposite, this man was holding a long knife in his arms, and a short knife was also hanging from his waist, his body was standing straight, and his eyes were cold.

The explanation next to the ring and the noise of the audience, Song Jian turned a deaf ear, and only had the opponent in his eyes;

"Why does this guy look a little like Little Japan?" Song Jian's eyes narrowed, looking each other up and down;

Clang~

"Game on!"

A crisp bell rang, and the man in the white robe on the opposite side suddenly burst into a shout, drew a long knife, and pounced towards Song Jian;

", katana, it's really little Japan!" Song Jian's eyes narrowed, and as soon as he pressed the spring with his right hand, the scabbard suddenly popped out.

With his left hand, he grabbed the scabbard and threw it forward, and the scabbard flew towards his opponent like a sharp arrow;

"Tayso!" The katana in the hand of Little Japan swung forward violently, and he actually cut the scabbard in two, and the cold killing intent rushed towards him.

Song Jian swung his sword with one hand, and his wrist kept flipping while rushing forward, and the long sword was as light as a lamp grass in his hand, making a low whistling sound;

"Die!" Seeing the little Japan rushing in his face, Song Jian waved his right hand, and the long sword in his hand smashed towards the top of the opponent's head;

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