The other end of the city of Waisha.

At night, the sparse lights in the dark city are like pale yellow fireflies, some lit up, some dimmed.

Less than five hundred meters from the port, in a building near the road, there is a training room on the fifth floor.

Chen Huan held a black wooden stick, stood in front of the window, looked at the little lights that were slowly lit up outside, and said nothing.

She wore a ponytail and a close-fitting white protective clothing undergarment, outlining the tight and slender curves of her body.

"Started practicing swords again?"

The door of the training room behind him opened, and Xu Yi walked in with a cup of hot tea.

Unlike Chen Huan, she was wearing black pajamas and long hair, and she looked like she had just gotten up.

"Well, I'm about to compete for a promotion spot, practice hard. Chen Huan turned around, "Why did you get up so early." ”

"I was supposed to open the door, but as soon as I came and saw the lights in the practice room on, I knew that you must have arrived early. Then just come up and have a look. ”

Xu Yi paused, walked to Chen Huan's side, pulled a wooden chair and sat down.

"Are you still worried about that Lin Sheng?" she lowered her voice.

"I have to worry that there are only two places in Waisha City, a total of 10 teams, and I am not in very good shape right now, so there is no guarantee that I will be able to keep second place. Chen Huan replied in a deep voice.

"So you're practicing like crazy?" Xu Yi asked rhetorically. "Do you think it's useful to practice?"

"......." Chen Huan didn't speak.

Xu Yi also stopped talking.

She knew very well why Chen Huan fought so hard.

Because of the National Amateur Swordsmanship League, it is mainly jointly organized by some wealthy people who are interested in Naxi swordsmanship.

The rich people naturally rely on generous bonuses to attract major teams.

On the Huaisha side, as long as you are promoted to the provincial level, you can get a promotion reward of 50,000 yuan. This is an indispensable amount for Chen Huan.

Every once in a while, the National Amateur Sword League is the time when she is justified and gets extra income.

It's good that it's always been like this. But now a Lin Sheng suddenly appeared.

Chen Huan was obviously not sure to beat that guy, so the pressure was too great. Get up so early and practice.

"You do, be careful. ”

"It's okay.... My own body knows it for itself. Chen Huan shook his head slightly.

Xu Yi sighed, said no more, turned around and left slowly with tea.

The door clicked and closed behind him.

She paused for a moment, and soon heard the sound of wooden sticks breaking through the air from the practice room behind her.

Sighing again, Xu Yi quickened his pace and went down to the fourth floor. Back to the building management room.

Her main job is the administrator of the gymnasium, and she mainly manages the martial arts sports center. Responsible for coordinating and renting out practice rooms.

Back in the management room, Xu Yi closed the door, quickly picked up the landline phone on the desk, and skillfully dialed a series of numbers.

'Toot....'

'Click.... Hey?' After the faint sound of electricity, a calm male voice came from the microphone.

"Me. Xu Yi responded, "Today she has practiced again, for three consecutive days." ”

There was no sound on the other side of the '.......'.

"Her injuries weren't over last time.... I'm a little worried. Xu Yi paused.

I see. The man's answer came from the phone. You continue to help me watch her. ’

"Yes. Xu Yi exhaled and put down the microphone when he heard the other side hang up.

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"I'm not sick!I'm not sick!!really!!believe me!!"

Inside the Steel Scale Clubhouse.

Russell was caught in the neck by Madilan's hands.

"You're not sick! You need to be cured!" said Madilan, blushing. Although he was originally black, the red was not obvious.

When Lin Sheng entered the door early in the morning, he saw several club attendants watching the play with a smile on the side.

Russell and Madilan are entangled together, not knowing what they are doing.

Xia Yin was holding a small mirror on the side to touch up her makeup, and she didn't seem to be interested in this side at all.

"You guys.... What are you doing?" Lin Sheng watched speechlessly as Russell grabbed Ma Dilan's lower body, and then was blocked, and the two fought desperately.

"He's crazy teacher!!" madiran yelled. "He suddenly pounced on me and kissed me just now, but fortunately I dodged away in time!"

"It's not you who I kissed!!It's Xia Yin!!" Russell screamed. The neck was stuck tighter.

"But you're all kissed!!" madiran growled.

Xia Yin on the side put away the small mirror and laughed at the two.

"Russell, the idiot, secretly saw me going upstairs and wanted to make a surprise attack, but he was tricked by Madilan. Do you think I don't know what he's thinking?"

She sneered, straightened the two bun heads on her head, and jumped off the stone table at the front desk.

Lin Sheng couldn't cry or laugh, but he also had to envy them for their good relationship.

He simply walked to the side and sat down to rest, waiting for the two of them to finish their trouble.

Although Russell claimed to be specially trained, his strength was still not as good as that of Madilan, and under the hand-to-hand dogfight, the two quickly separated the winner, and the fight finally ended with him yelling for mercy.

Lin Sheng also clapped his hands when he saw that the trouble was over.

"Alright, it's time to start, this time. ”

"Let's go!"

"Let's go, Mr. Lin. ”

Madilan and Russell followed Lin Sheng into the practice room.

Xia Yin went to the women's changing room on the side alone to change clothes.

The steel scale club is much more formal than the Tengchong club, just the protective clothing, there are two layers of inside and outside, and the rest of the elbow pads, shoulder pads, knee pads, arm pads, all the protective equipment, everything.

The sword used is also a real thing. It was only a little lighter than the black sword that Lin Sheng used in his dream, although it was not bladed, it was quite realistic.

The three of them changed into protective clothing and gathered together in the middle of the practice room.

"Teacher Lin, do you want to participate in a competition?" Xia Yin has always been more reliable, and was the first to ask.

"What kind of competition?" Lin Sheng wondered, "You know, I used to practice on my own, and I didn't have much contact with the outside world. ”

His explanation to the three of them was that he was a self-taught master, and the so-called swordsmanship was all fought in actual combat.

His style is indeed like this, so the three of them did not believe it. The only thing that puzzles me is that I don't know where his swordsmanship came from.

After all, there are too few people practicing Naxi swordsmanship now.

"It's the National Amateur Sword League. Abbreviated as the Industry League. Russell hastened to reply. "According to the past practice, it is generally Chen Huan of Tengchong, she is the strongest in our district. ”

"That was before, it's different now. Madilan continued. "Mr. Lin, if you want to participate, we can help you register in advance, and the registration fee will be reimbursed by the club. ”

"What's the use of participating in this?" Lin Sheng had never been in contact with this competition at all, and he had no channels to hear about it from other places, so he looked puzzled at this time.

"The most useful thing is to exchange swordsmanship with other opponents, then bonuses, and to add some fame. Madilan explained.

"But in fact, the fame is negligible. He continued. "Because the amateur competition is actually a competition for some hobbyists to play casually, and they are all guys from all over the world who like to play swords. ”

"How much is the bonus?" Lin Sheng is more concerned about this, his current family conditions are not very good, and he does not hide this aspect.

Madilan thought for a moment. "I don't remember how much there is, but it seems like there's some money for each level. ”

He was still recalling, and on the other side, Xia Yin had already handed Lin Sheng a list.

Lin Sheng took it and saw that it was the information sheet of the National Amateur Sword League.

He skimmed over the other information, and his eyes quickly fell on the bonus column.

'City and county-level qualifiers - two places, 50,000 yuan per person'

'Provincial qualifier - one place, 100,000 bonuses'

'National ranking - 500,000 for the first place, 200,000 for the second place, 150,000 for the third place'