Fifteen minutes later, I came to the destination, the Nebula Sword Pavilion.

The sword hall is on the third floor of a commercial building, the space is very spacious, the wooden floor, and many banners and slogans are posted on the wall, promoting the way of sword practice, such as "clear heart sword nature", "self-denial and patience", "no heart, no thought, no thought" and so on, so that people can feel a deep kendo heritage as soon as they come here.

The little girl Su Xiaobei had to come up to take a look, otherwise Xiao Luo would take her directly to the playground.

And Su Canye was directly like a little bee collecting pollen, running towards a woman who was sitting on the edge to observe the swordsmanship competition, and then did everything possible to be courteous, nodded his head, and took out the imported chocolate secretly hidden in his pocket and gave it to her.

The woman didn't even have the desire to deal with him, and a pair of watery eyes looked at the swordsmanship competition in the center seriously and intently, as if she regarded him as air.

In the end, Su Canye had to turn back in a gloomy manner, unwrap the chocolate package, eat it by himself, and then proudly show off to Xiao Luo: "See, that's my girlfriend, very beautiful and sexy, right?" ”

"It's beautiful."

Xiao Luo nodded, the woman had fair skin and delicate facial features, although she was sitting, her figure would definitely not be bad, that kind of proportion could be seen at a glance, he changed his words, "But she's not your girlfriend, I saw her just now that she dislikes you." ”

This kid is always the self-proclaimed master of the master, so he is really unhappy, so he can't help but make sarcastic remarks, and what he said is also the truth, a clear-eyed person knows at a glance that Su Canye is wishful thinking, and the other woman has never looked at Su Canye with her eyes right.

Su Canye's face immediately turned red into pork liver, and handed the rest of the chocolate to poor Su Xiaobei, who was looking at him, and then argued to Xiao Luo: "Cold-faced man, it's easy for you to be beaten when you talk like this, you know no, she is my girlfriend, it's just that she hasn't agreed yet, but I firmly believe that she will agree sooner or later, you see how beautiful she looks, melon seed face, peach blossom eyes, cherry mouth, straight nose, it's just beautiful to cry." ”

As he spoke, the whole person was intoxicated with his own fantasies.

"Superficial!" Xiao Luo commented.

Su Canye waved his hand, and said with disdain in the appearance of a peerless master: "Master, I'm too lazy to reason with you, I'll send you a word, comrade (zi), your ideological realm still needs to be improved, when you reach my height, come and talk to me about this issue." ”

Xiao Luo was really too lazy to take care of him, and his attention was naturally focused on the swordsmanship competition in the center of the field.

Both men were wearing black kendo suits, which resembled Japanese samurai armor, which seemed to be modified from samurai armor, their faces were protected by net-like shields, and they held wooden knives instead of real swords.

They are about the same height and body size, and when they wear a uniform black kendo uniform, people who are not familiar with them can only tell who is who by the words on their belts, one has a "crane" on his belt, and the other has a "fly" on his belt.

"Bang Bang Bang~"

The two were engaged in a fierce confrontation, and the wooden knife in their hands collided in the air with the sound of Daodao's trembling eardrums.

And the guy with the word "crane" on the belt is obviously superior, or the strength crushes the opponent, hitting the face, hitting the hand, hitting the abdomen, piercing the throat, swinging and shocking...... Wait, I've driven my opponent to death several times and started all over again, and the central LED scorer shows a 6-0 record, and the guy with the word "crane" on his belt has won six games.

"Good !!"

Every time he hit the opponent's body part, the members of the sword gym who were watching around cheered loudly.

"Awesome, right?"

Su Canye said next to Xiao Luo, "This guy is amazing, swordsmanship is already a terrifying fifth stage, except for the hall owner, his level is the highest, every time he comes, he will show his hand in front of everyone, and let people challenge him at will, many people go up to fight with him without their own strength, and the result is the same as this person now, he is so abused that he can't find the north." ”

He has always been a stinky fart, but at this time, he is extremely cautious and cautious in speaking, which is enough to show that the person with the word "crane" on his belt has a high status in this sword hall.

Xiao Luo's face was unwavering, such strength couldn't get into his eyes, this is not to say conceited, just like adults watching children fight, other children say that a child fights very well, but as an adult, he will only laugh it off, there are Yi Jin Sutra, eighteen palms of dragon descending, plus the physique of the king of mercenaries, such a swordsmanship competition is a showmanship for him.

Su Xiaobei was eating chocolate, very well-behaved, standing beside him without making any noise, and looking at the swordsmanship competition in the center of the field.

After a while, the swordsmanship competition in the center of the field ended, and with the guy with the word "fly" on his belt, his record was 0-ten, and the other party pulled him up from the ground, and he took off his head protector and glared at each other very unwillingly, at the same time, the surrounding sword hall students all cheered happily and ran up.

"Your girlfriend is on her way to hand someone a sweat towel." Xiao Luo sarcastically snorted again, or rather, reminded him.

Su Canye had already seen it, and he gritted his teeth in anger at this time, but the next moment he said with righteousness and awe-inspiring: "That person is the senior brother, as a junior sister, what's so strange about handing a sweat towel to the senior brother who won the battle, and the master can too." ”

As he spoke, he immediately picked up a sweat towel from the side at the speed of a 100-meter race, and then sprinted up at the speed of a 100-meter race, and shouted loudly: "Senior Brother He, give you a sweat towel!" ”

He was going to be in front of him and hand the sweat towel to Tsurushi, so as to naturally prevent the girl he liked from showing his admiration to the other party.

"This kid is quite witty."

Xiao Luo was impressed by Su Canye, his IQ was indeed high, and he was able to come up with such an effective method in such a short period of time.

At this time, Su Xiaobei finished eating the chocolate, she pulled the corner of Xiao Luo's clothes, and pouted: "Dad help me wipe it." ”

Seeing that there were chocolate residues around her mouth, Xiao Luo couldn't cry or laugh for a while, took out a soft tissue from his pocket, squatted down, and helped her carefully wipe off the chocolate from her mouth.

"Dad, what is my uncle doing?" Su Xiaobei's big eyes blinked and asked curiously.

"He's going to hand people sweat towels."

Xiao Luo replied with a smile, then folded the tissue that had wiped his mouth, glanced around, and walked towards a garbage basket.

"I'll go too."

Su Xiaobei looked very excited, seeing that her little uncle had run up, and the nature of a child also made her run up.

But at this moment, the man who lost the competition and had the word "fly" on his belt squeezed through the crowd, and strode towards the gate of the sword hall with a black face.

Su Xiaobei didn't notice his heresy, passed by him, accidentally touched his calf, and a strong force quickly surged towards her.

Before the little girl could figure out what was going on, she fell hard.

(End of chapter)