The villagers gathered outside complained. Pen%Fun%Pavilion www.biquge.info "Why don't we teach this kid a lesson together." "There are people who have proposed, and there are many voices that echo it.

"Shut up for me, do you want to discredit Sword Village!" Lekesain drank the villagers, and turned his gaze to Aven, "I didn't expect such a young foreigner to have such swordsmanship, I'm not as good as you." He sighed, he provoked Ai Wen before, just because of the pain of losing his son just now, but he himself is a fair and honest man, if he loses, he will lose, and he will never deny it, even if everyone around him will become his helper because of a word.

"It was just a fluke on my part. Evan bowed.

"Fluke...... Lexine smiled bitterly, the other party dodged his own attack lightly, and effortlessly resisted his sword skills, which can be explained by luck?The only person in the village who can defeat him is the leader, right?Thinking about it, he shook his head and walked away lonely.

At this point, Evan walked over to the man in a wheelchair, the only one who bet on himself to win.

"My name is Aven. He held out his hand.

"Bruzer. The man in the wheelchair gently shook Aiwen's hand, and at the moment when the two hands shook each other, a hint of strange color flashed in Aiwen's eyes.

"Why were you willing to bet ten gold coins on me before the game?" asked Aven.

"Depending on the posture in which you hold the sword. Brussel replied, "Without the accumulation of swordsmanship, it is difficult to pose like that." ”

"But your villagers don't need to be in such a posture. ”

"They focused too much on swordsmanship rather than swordsmanship, so they didn't focus on that. "They don't know how much it can make them stronger, and who can I convince if I can't use a sword?" but he quickly put on a smiling face, "Would you like a drink?" He shook the money he had won with Aven.

"Then bother. Evan walked up behind him and grabbed the wheelchair.

"I'll do it myself. Brussel waved his hand and turned the wheel with his hand.

Soon, the two arrived at the only tavern in the village.

As always, Evan sent the wine directly into the inner world, and his only purpose of sitting here was to figure out the theory of swordsmanship and create the most suitable sword technique for himself based on the "Swordsmanship Basics".

At the beginning, the two only talked about swordsmanship, but as they chatted, Bruze's eyes changed, he knew that the swordsmanship he had studied for many years could not be compared with it, but he found that although the other party had a deep understanding of swordsmanship, he didn't know anything about swordsmanship, so he told Ai Wen the principle of using swordsmanship.

The use of sword skills sounds very simple, that is, the magic power or other energy in the body is released in a certain way, but the form of release, the amount of release, the speed of release, the type of energy and many other factors will make the sword skills very different.

For this reason, different types of sword skills were born, including offensive sword skills that directly attack the enemy, enhanced sword skills that create a cycle between oneself and the sword, exploration sword skills that use the sword to find loopholes in the opponent's attacks, and even control sword skills that control the blade from a distance.

"Wouldn't it be possible to perform similar perks with other weapons?" asked Aven.

"Of course, legend has it that Alves once used a branch to repel the powerhouses of the other world, relying on similar abilities. Bruzer replied.

After that, the two talked a lot more until the tavern closed, and then returned to their respective accommodations.

On the way, Witt stopped Aven, "We're going to have a meeting in the forest tonight to hunt down the beast sword, do you want to attend?"

"Not tonight, as you can see, I've had some drinks, and my mind isn't very clear. "It's suspicious to have a meeting in the woods at night.

"It's okay, you just have to be there. With that, Witt reached out to Aven, with the intention of pulling him away.

Just as Evan wanted to dodge, Witt, who approached him, whispered, "From now on, no one invites you to go, if you can, get out of here as soon as possible!"

Evan smiled at him, "My head hurts, and I still can't go." With that, Evan shook off Witt's hand and walked to the hotel alone.

"It seems that he is not drunk. Knowing that Evan understood what he meant, Witt muttered under his breath.

I thought it would be a good opportunity for him to get drunk, but I didn't expect to refuse to come out with Witt. The villagers who were hiding on the side complained.

"Well, if there is a chance, he can't stay in the village all the time, as soon as he hits the road, or follows us into the woodland, the sword will be ours. Thinking of that sword, they swallowed their saliva, how could there be people in Sword Village who didn't love swords?

"What about the owner of the sword?" asked a small villager.

"Of course, kill it in the forest, and then push it to the beast sword. The man who proposed the sword looked at him with the eyes of a fool.

They didn't notice a black bug perched in the grass beside them.

"Turns out, you want this sword. Ai Wen, who was lying on the bed, smiled slightly, thinking that in this village, there was no goal of collecting energy, but he didn't expect that the prey stood up by himself.

The black spirit that had hidden his breath had already taken refuge in the forest.

After this, Ewen entered the inner world and thought about the sword skills that suited him.

Late at night, the village gradually fell asleep. Without the sound of people, the sound of autumn insects is much louder. The moonlight sprinkled on this quiet village, spreading a layer of white veil.

When the lights had long been extinguished, a figure slowly touched Aiwen's room, he took out a dagger from his arms, calming his already disordered breathing, the people of Sword Village are aggressive, but few have really killed people, and even fewer have killed innocents.

He quietly touched the medicine powder in his arms, this is the sleeping pill used by his grandfather before his death, as long as he inhales it, he can't wake up, as for whether it will leave traces, he doesn't think about whether it can succeed, as long as he gets the sword, he will definitely be forgiven.

As he approached the hotel, there was an unusual noise behind him, and as a swordsman, he quickly turned around and jumped backwards, but he didn't see anything.

"Delusion...... Maybe I'm too nervous. Smirking self-deprecatingly, he turned again, only to see nothing but darkness, and then, a large hand took his mouth and lifted him high.

"Hmm......" The man wanted to scream, but his mouth was blocked, and he couldn't make a sound at all.

"Good evening, little ghost. In front of him, a ridiculously large rabbit grinned at him......

In the inner world, the newly captured villager sat in the dwarf's room with blank eyes.