He stared at Wei Luo fixedly for a long time, "You see?" ”

Wei Luo replied in a low voice, "Yes." ”

In her clear eyes, Gao Yi's somewhat indifferent face was reflected, and I saw the corners of his mouth tugging slightly, a little careless, and a little coldly said: "You have good eyesight." However, the swordsman is a husband's business, and the child is too weak. ”

From Wei Luo's expectant eyes, he could already see her intention to say this.

Wei Luo was really a little disappointed, she originally thought that by saying what she was good at, she would attract the attention of Gao Yi, and then give her some pointers. I didn't expect him to react like this.

Gao Yi stared at Wei Luo, turned around and left, before leaving, he dropped a sentence, "Although you are bold, Nai is inherently weak and weak, even if you are like a person in my generation, you can't become a person in my generation!" Wei Luo, go back, don't say this lightly, lest people think that you have humiliated him. ”

Wei Luo watched in a daze as Gao Yi strode away.

She didn't move, and after a long while, she lowered her eyes and said in a low voice: "You can't become a swordsman if you are weak and urinate?" Obviously not like that. ”

She sensed that this view might be dictated by the limitations of the times, and she stubbornly believed that she must have some rare talent.

Wei Luo pursed his lips, turned his head to look at the martial arts training ground, and secretly thought: No one will teach if no one teaches, and anyway, there is no prohibition on people watching here, so I don't believe that I can't learn!

She has experienced death and fighting since she came to your land, and now she is desperate to grow. Wei Luo raised his little face, suppressed the unhappiness brought to her by Gao Yi's words, and focused on observing the competition in the field.

Because of the onlookers of the beauties, the swordsmen were full of energy, and they were divided into two teams and were competing one by one. Every time the winner is divided, the girls will be laughed and cheered for a while.

After an hour of this competition, a beautiful woman stood up. She twisted her waist and looked at a handsome and square Mai swordsman in the field. When she noticed that the swordsman was also looking at her intently, the beauty rolled her eyes, gave the swordsman a soul-seducing wave, and then turned around and walked away.

As soon as the beauty left, the swordsman's eyes immediately lit up and his spirits were lifted. He withdrew his sword with a whoosh, and pursued the beauty with a step. He had only taken a step when the crowd suddenly erupted in cheers and cheers.

The swordsman grinned, turned back to the crowd cheering for him, and then hurried a few steps away into the shade.

Immediately after, several more couples left one after another. Wei Luo watched dumbfounded, and she found that among the twenty women, there were only three or four who had not left with the chosen swordsman.

As soon as everyone dispersed, the martial arts training ground fell silent. Wei Luo quietly walked into the field.

A barefoot swordsman was wiping his sword, he saw Wei Luo approaching, and was about to open his mouth to ask, but Wei Luo bowed down and began to pick up the broken sword, branches, and stones on the ground.

It turned out to be a handyman!

The swordsman glanced at her, put his sword away, and turned to leave.

Wei Luo bowed down and carefully cleaned up the martial arts training ground, she cleaned the field cleanly, put away the broken swords of the swordsmen, and put them in the miscellaneous house near the back mountain.

Originally, what she was doing now was the work of a handyman. However, in the past, when the swordsmen saw which handyman they had cleaned, the other party would come after they specially asked for it, how could they be as active and timely as Wei Luo? Therefore, when she was cleaning, from time to time a swordsman glanced at her curiously and nodded secretly.

After Wei Luo cleaned up, he chose a bronze sword from the remnant sword that was only a cut blade. These broken swords are all made of bronze, copper can be coined, and these swords are good swords after they are returned. Wei Luo didn't need to ask, and knew that these would definitely be recycled, so she was a little careful when she took them.

Picking up the sword, Wei Luo turned and walked into the woods.

The miscellaneous house was originally close to the back mountain, and few people came, and Wei Luo could only hear the chirping of birds all the way.

She didn't stop until she was 150 meters away from the back mountain. Wei Luo faced the sun, slowly raised the long sword in his hand, and felt it carefully.

The sword in her hand weighed five or six catties, and it was quite laborious to hold it in her hand, and Wei Luo had only held it for less than five minutes, and his hand was sore, and his mouth was swollen and painful, let alone holding it and wielding it.

Wei Luo frowned, and secretly thought: No wonder they all say that I am too thin to learn the sword. I'm going to have to work hard just to lift my sword, and if I really want to learn to dance, I'll have to hit myself.

Wei Luo threw the sword to the ground, stared at it and thought: I can't even lift the sword! She bit her lip, and the sword stabbed by Gao Yi appeared in her mind, and she was envious again: I can't give up, I still have to learn the sword! What's wrong with being frail? I'm weak, I can exercise.

She crouched down and picked up the sword, feeling its weight, and thought, "If only there was a light sword."

She had only held toy swords before, and had never paid attention to weapons and the like, let alone the weight of the sword used for real weapons. However, in modern society, there is steel, and there are alloys that are lighter than steel, and those light swords must be there.

Wei Luo put the sword down again and spun it through the woods.

After only two steps, the corner of her eye caught a glimpse of the branches of the trees, and suddenly her mind moved: yes, what is there to worry about? While exercising, I sharpened some wooden swords and practiced bamboo swords, and one day I could afford to hold this bronze sword.

She was in a good mood when she thought of this. So he broke off a branch and cut it with a broken sword.

Wei Luo had never done carpentry work, and the bronze sword in her hand was too heavy, so she tossed for nearly three hours, until the sun began to set in the west, and the smell of food wafted in, and the branch in her hand barely took on the shape of a sword.

Moving his numb feet, Wei Luo put away the bronze and wooden swords, turned and ran back.

The body is really too weak, and the heart doesn't function well. Wei Luo had only run a dozen steps before his chest was clogged and his throat tightened. She quickly stopped, breathing slowly, and walked back.

When she walked through the martial arts training ground, looking at the empty flat ground, she suddenly thought: I don't know if those people have a way to breathe when they practice swords? Or is there any internal strength? If I could get their breathing and internal skills to practice, wouldn't it be ten times better than my simple physical exercise?

When she thought of this, her heart pounded and she was full of anticipation. However, none of these swordsmen seem to be easy to mess with, and even if they do have that method, it will be very difficult for them to get it. Well, I'll see Seventeen and I'll have to take a look.