Chapter Forty-Seven: The Trouble of the Women's Army
"Okay, nine o'clock, why are you here?"
Yin Yurou, who was sitting there, stood up and questioned Ling Yu in public.
"President, he is so unpunctual, it can be seen that his character is very poor. I don't think we need such a ...... in the Buddo Society Scum!"
Hongxia didn't have a good impression of Ling Yu in the first place, and this time Ling Yu was so late, which made her very unhappy.
"Yes, yes, we don't need such scum in the Martial Arts Society. β
The rest of the members responded one after another.
Ling Yu picked at his nostrils, raised his hand and flicked it, and a grain of boogers hit Hongxia's forehead and stuck to it.
"You have to figure it out, it was your high-ranking president who begged me to join in a low voice, not the master himself who wanted to join! β
Ling Yu turned around to leave, but Hongxia had already bullied her and slapped Ling Yu's chest with one palm.
"Stinky boy, you dare to flick your disgusting boogers in my face, I'll kill you!"
"Little girl, you still want to kill me with just these few tricks?"
Ling Yu didn't move, and used his chest to take Hongxia's amazingly powerful palm.
Hongxia hit Ling Yu with a palm, but she suddenly felt that her palm seemed to hit the air, and she was powerless.
"Hmph, you're asking for your own trouble. β
As soon as Ling Yu stomped his foot, a powerful shock entered Hongxia's palm, and Hongxia immediately screamed, and her body was violently knocked away, and she fell heavily to the ground.
"Bold fanatics! Dare to go wild in my women's martial arts club!"
All the women drew their swords one after another, trapping Ling Yu in the middle.
Yin Yurou wanted to stop them, but when the words came to her lips, she swallowed them back, thinking that it would be better to let these female Jiao'e who are above the sky see Ling Yu's power, and they should know the importance of Ling Yu.
"Seven-Star Sword Formation!"
The women revolved around Ling Yu and formed a sword formation.
This seven-star sword formation is a group battle weapon, and through the operation of the formation, it can gather everyone's strength to achieve the effect that one plus one is greater than two.
If it is about fighting alone, no one in the entire Women's Martial Arts Club is Ling Yu's opponent, but this group of women's soldiers of the Women's Martial Arts Club formed a seven-star sword formation, which is enough for Ling Yu to drink a pot.
"Kill!"
The women threw up their long swords, and the flying swords all went straight to Ling Yu's vital point. This group of women's troops was really angered by Ling Yu, and they shot ruthlessly, just to kill them!
"Okay, good, kind of interesting!"
Trapped in the formation, Ling Yu didn't feel nervous at all, but instead had a smile on his face. Just as the long sword flew in the sky, he suddenly took off his coat and grabbed it in his hand.
When the long sword was almost in front of him, Ling Yu shook the clothes in his hand, and the clothes were like a smart long snake drilling through the long sword, actually enveloping all those long swords.
"How is this possible?"
All the women were dumbfounded, their seven-star sword formation had rare opponents, but they were useless in front of Ling Yu.
"Broken copper and iron, give it back to you!"
Ling Yu shook his hand, and the long sword wrapped in his clothes flew out in all directions, returning to the hands of the women.
The women wanted to fight again, but they were stopped by Yin Yurou.
"Don't fight anymore! Isn't it enough to be ashamed?"
All the women lowered their heads, all ashamed.
Fang Cai Ling Yu obviously let them on purpose, otherwise, they would probably have all been injured by their long swords.
Yin Yurou's gaze swept over the women, and said in a deep voice: "Ling Yu broke your seven-star sword formation effortlessly, his strength, I think no one should doubt it." As long as he joins our Women's Martial Arts Club, our Women's Martial Arts Club will be able to immediately become the biggest favorite to win the championship in the Martial Arts Club from the bottom of the four major martial arts clubs!"
Hongxia said: "President, we have never doubted his strength, such a person with poor character, he will definitely tarnish the reputation of our martial arts club!"
"Reputation?"
Yin Yurou sneered, "What is reputation? In this world where the weak eat the strong, only strength is the only truth! Do you want to be suppressed by the other three major martial arts societies forever? Thinking about their arrogant appearance every time they compete, don't you feel angry?"
"We can defeat them through our own penance, it's just a matter of time, there will be a day!"
The women said in unison.
Ling Yu suddenly burst out laughing.
"Stinky boy, what are you laughing at?" Red Cloud asked loudly.
Ling Yu said: "It's so naΓ―ve for the young master to laugh at you! I don't even know that the catastrophe is coming, and I still fantasize about defeating the opponent." β
"What catastrophe is coming, I warn you, don't be alarmist here!"
Ling Yu looked around, swept over each of them, and said in a deep voice: "Am I alarmist, you know it in your heart! Let me ask you, do you feel chills all over your body after you exercise?"
When the women heard this, they whispered, and they did feel this way, but they didn't take it seriously.
"What's wrong, what do you see?" Yin Yurou also felt the same way.
Ling Yu continued to ask: "Does each of you have a faint black line on the wrist of your left hand, looming, but the length is different. β
"I have. β
"I have it too!"
"Why is mine so much longer than yours?"
......
"Ling Yu, what did you find?" Yin Yurou had a hard time calming down, because she had all of these symptoms herself.
"Expose your left wrists!" Ling Yu said.
The women rolled up their sleeves and exposed their wrists.
"Strange, how did he know we had black lines on our wrists?"
All the women had doubts in their hearts.
Ling Yu looked around, looked at the member standing on the very edge, and said, "What's your name?"
"My name is He Huan, and I have indeed just joined. β
"God! How did he know that Huanhuan had just joined?"
The women talked about it.
Ling Yu said: "Let's take a look, whether the black line on He Huan's hand is the shortest and lightest." If I'm not mistaken, she should be the worst martial arts cultivator among you. β
All the women had expressions of disbelief on their faces, and they were all said by Ling Yu.
"Why is this happening? Can you tell us?"
The women had already surrounded Ling Yu, and no one had mentioned the matter of driving him away, but they had asked him.
"Ling Yu, don't sell it, let's talk about it!" Yin Yu judo.
Everyone looked at him, waiting for him to speak.
"I think it should be a trickster in your martial arts club, otherwise this problem wouldn't have occurred in everyone. Is there any technique that everyone in your Martial Arts Society can practice?" Ling Yu asked.