"What are you talking about!" Tian Wenyu looked at Xia Dongqing with a solemn face, he didn't expect Xia Dongqing to have such thoughts in his heart. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Isn't that so? Uncle Tian, Chairman Tian, Lord Tian, after 16 years, when you stand on this once glorious land again, do you dare to guarantee that you are not moved? Can you guarantee that you never thought of drawing your sword yourself and making all the nobles submit to your sword? ”

Xia Dongqing raised his head, as proud as a swan standing in front of the aquatic plants, but his eyes were red, and his face was slightly hideous.

Tian Wenyu was stunned, he had really thought about what Xia Dongqing asked.

The kind of honor sixteen years ago, mixed with overwhelming power and shouts, is the power that penetrates the human heart, how can it not make him moved?

So much so that when he came here again, he also thought that the day he drew his sword, the reputation of the Tian clan would make another wave across the country!

He has such ability and such courage.

However, Tian Wenyu knows that the future is handed over to the next generation, and he will not be able to perform for long on the stage alone.

What he is paying attention to now is only the performances of Xia Dongqing and Li Aichuan, but in his heart, he still hopes that Xia Dongqing, who is closer than his own nephew, will win the championship, as for Li Aichuan, he just needs him to show his strength, gain fame, and win many supporters, so that Tian Xiaotian and his affairs also have a good foundation.

But he never imagined that Xia Dongqing would say such a thing in front of him and describe his psychology like this.

"Summer holly! Do you know what you're talking about! Xia Shubing scolded, for many years, he hadn't spoken to his son in such a tone, "Don't you know your Uncle Tian's intentions?" If he doesn't want you to show your feet, how can he recommend you to play with Li Aichuan, if he doesn't want your generation to grow up and replace him, how can he fill in your name on the quota! ”

"Yes, that's what he used to think!" Xia Dongqing's eyes were bloodshot, his eyes were bright and red, and his whole body exuded an almost demonic momentum, "But now, he has changed, when he sees the lower nobles in the banquet hall applauding him neatly, he has changed He longs for honor, longs for the cheers and encouragement of everyone, so he canceled my place and played by himself,"

Tian Wenyu was stunned, but he didn't pay much attention to what Xia Dongqing said, he felt the kind of momentum that Xia Dongqing exuded all over his body, that kind of palpitating momentum, mixed with the smell of evil.

Xia Dongqing walked towards the door of the room suddenly, opened the door with one hand, but paused at the door, turned his head slightly, and whispered, "I will prove to you one day, my swordsmanship, there will be a day when I will defeat you!" ”

Then he slammed the door and walked out of the room.

Tian Wenyu's face was pale, sitting on the sofa, his face was full of shock, not only what Xia Dongqing said, but also the kind of momentum that Xia Dongqing exuded all over his body, it was completely an aura that was almost evil!

What the hell is going on? What happened to Xia Dongqing's body? What makes him so extreme, and his body reveals evil energy?

"Mr. Tian, should I go and escort him back?" Ah Mo looked at the awkward atmosphere in front of him and said.

Tian Wenyu waved his hand, "No need, he will always figure it out, Li Aichuan has a game tomorrow, you go back and rest first." ”

Everyone knew that going on like this would only make Tian Wenyu even more embarrassed, so they said goodbye one after another, when Li Aichuan left, Tian Wenyu raised his head, looked at Li Aichuan from a distance, and looked at each other, Li Aichuan nodded, Tian Wenyu took the lead slightly, and withdrew his eyes.

The moment Li Aichuan left the room, he found that he knew Tian Wenyu better than Xia Dongqing.

There are five selection areas in the fencing hall at the venue of the fencing competition, and these five selection areas are selected to engage in swordsmanship talents, each group is ten people, and the people who advance in each group can enter the qualification of the swordsmanship venue.

That is, at the beginning, nine people in the group of ten people will be eliminated, and the fierce competition is obvious to all.

"Let me tell you, my grandfather Babi is the chief swordsman of Pinkerton, once in the Pinkerton Fencer Competition, a sword in his hand defeated many blacksmiths and fencing coaches, he created the Pinkerton swordsmanship, it is simply to win the swordsmanship of all families, I Babi Bean came this time, is ready to win the first place in the world of the Royal Swordsmanship Competition!"

A man dressed in traditional stilt-legged aristocratic stockings, a 17th-century wide-brimmed hat, and a beautiful feather pinned to his head smugly pushed the door open.

Such a European aristocratic dress may have been a symbol of handsome and chic appearance in the Middle Ages, but now, it is only synonymous with hillbillies.

The clerk in charge of the registration and inspection in front of him felt that he had been able to bear it, the image of this foreign nobleman was too strange, wearing a waistcoat, a large-brimmed hat like a pot lid on his head, cold socks under his feet, and a pair of shiny short leather boots.

What's even more funny is that there is a row of spurs behind the leather boots, whether this family is a western cowboy or a medieval aristocrat who appeared across time and space, how to look at it makes people's hearts and lungs tighten.

What's more, the clerk in charge of registration in front of him usually looks more severe, and every noble swordsman who comes here to register, no matter what class, sees him respectfully, because only after the inspection and registration can he enter the backstage of the competition from the player's passage.

This kind of holding power made the official authority that he had accumulated in the past four years suddenly showed, and in normal times he was like a depressed face like three dead people in the family, and he looked at everyone with a serious face.

And now he actually met a living treasure, and when he met, he introduced the customs of his hometown and the so-called "illustrious" history of his family, and for a while he was still gushing, so that the clerk's original expression like a taut bond could no longer be held back, as if he had been pierced by a needle, and laughed out with a "poof".

"Laugh at what, laugh at what! Seriously! ”

The young man named Babidou obviously felt that his self-esteem had been hurt a little, and said in a country accent that he didn't know which pimple he had gone to,

"Seriously, people will introduce you to the prestige of our Pinkerton nobility, where are you hippie smiling, so disrespectful, ah, tell me, how disrespectful? Pay attention to whether your quality is good or not, this is also a fencing hall, why don't you people who are engaged in management come up with the quality you should have! (To be continued.) )