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Vice President, what about Master Wu?

In the gymnasium, a group of members of the Sword Club were stunned at first, and then someone spoke, they received a call from Hua Yuan early in the morning, saying that the master who guided the Green Knife Competition had arrived, and thought it was Master Wu of the Screen Knife Club, but they didn't expect Hua Yuan and Qi Yunfei to come, and there was a young man with a fresh face.

"Brother Su is the instructor of our next Green Knife Competition. ”

Hua Yuan went straight to the topic, her tone was solemn, and her steps were powerful when she walked, and at this moment she actually revealed a little bit of the spirit of the superior, and came to a group of members of the Sword Dao Society.

What! This young man who doesn't look a little older than them?

Someone frowned and said: "Vice President, we know that the Sword Dao Club is short of funds, and the school has no extra funds to allocate to us, after all, the Green Knife Tournament is a personal competition, and it can only be regarded as a preparatory event for the professional league, but because of this, a good instructor is crucial, and targeted tactics can even turn things around, defeat the strong with the weak, with the background of our Dao Society, we can't compare with Sanjiang and Gurbi at all, so the screen knife hall that focuses on defense is the safest choice." ”

"Yes, Yuanyuan, if the funds are not enough, let's make up again, from the day we joined the Sword Society, we said that we would embark on the career path together, and we would carry the difficulties together. ”

There are also girls who are close to each other who spoke and said euphemistically, but the implication was obvious.

"I Hua Yuan does things, you should be very clear," waited until everyone finished speaking, Hua Yuan Fang spoke, and said seriously, "There is no improvisation in me, no okay, and no compromise, the Dao Club is formed by us together, for the feelings of the Dao Club, I Hua Yuan is no worse than any of you, we can come together, just to show those people outside, and civilians can also produce noble sons!

"So, trust me!"

As Hua Yuan's last sentence fell, the gymnasium suddenly fell into silence, saying that it was the Dao Society, but in fact, there were only eight people in front of him, counting Hua Yuan and Qi Yunfei, that is, ten people, compared to the hundreds of people in the club of Gur and Sanjiang, it was really insignificant, but they were able to come together, and they also experienced a lot of things, they questioned Su Qinian, but they also believed that Hua Yuan, the vice president, would not settle, and for a while, a small group of people fell into hesitation.

"I believe in you!"

At this moment, a voice came from behind.

"President!"

Everyone's eyes lit up, and outside the gymnasium, a young man wearing a gray coarse cloth robe and carrying a knife bag walked in.

The young man looks about twenty years old, his body is bronzed, his eyes are bright, his eyebrows are like knives, although he is not handsome, but he has a bit of masculine temperament.

When he came to Su Qiannian and stood a meter away, the young man stretched out a hand, his eyes were blazing, he looked straight ahead, and said: "Hua Yuan believes in you, then we also believe in you, there is no entanglement of interests here, only a group of ordinary hot-blooded young people." ”

"President of the Dao Society, Han Bing, for the next nine days, Mr. Su, please advise. ”

......

Shake hands, let go again, no temptation, no collision, Su Qiannian did not show too much expression, but for such a group of people, it was born with a lot of emotion and interest, the knife is upright, fearless, and pregnant, I didn't expect to be able to see such a quality here, this may be what the current Terran starry sky lacks, after all, compared to the end of the era, the current starry sky lacks a big battle, all races are restrained, the population base of the Terran is too large, and the major tribes, Inheritances all have their own plans and layouts, which are similar to the earth in another time and space, a certain period of time in China.

Raising his feet and stepping, Su Qinian was not polite, and came to the middle of the gymnasium under the gaze of everyone.

"Come here. ”

With the guarantee of Hua Yuan and Han Bing and the two presidents, all the members of the club also chose to put aside their prejudices, and together with Qi Yunfei, eleven people stepped forward and formed a circle around Su Qinian.

"Let's go together, let me see the foundation first. ”

Since he chose trust, Su Qiannian will not hide it, he can see the difficulty and unity of this group of young people, which also reminds him of the days in Wudang Xiaoyao Valley many years ago, people's hearts are treacherous, and this kind of pure rare and precious in front of him, he does not seek eternity, he only hopes that in the past three years or so before he leaves, he can maintain this hard-won bond.

His tone was calm, but it changed the color of the other members except Hua Yuan and Qi Yunfei, four of them have obtained professional qualifications, especially the president Han Bing, as a senior senior, he is not weak in the second order of the profession, and he is expected to sprint to the third level of the profession before graduation.

What's more, two fists are hard to beat four hands, if you want eleven of them to shoot at the same time, even if one person has a knife, it is eleven knives in an instant, and there is no way to avoid it in all directions, is there three heads and six arms, is this self-confidence, or is it despising them?

"Order, forbidden!"

Han Bing let out a loud shout, the knife bag fell into his hand, and he took out a slender straight knife, and the snowy blade was pulled out inch by inch, and a light metal friction sound suddenly sounded in the air.

The rest of the people suddenly reined in their minds, and pulled out metal knives or wooden knives of different lengths and forms, and the metal knives were sharpened, which was the right of professional swordsmen, but Qi Yunfei still used a special ironwood knife.

The eyes of the eleven people became sharp, and they fell on Su Qinian, but they didn't see half of his face change.

Han Bing's eyes lit up slightly, and he suddenly shouted: "Slash!"

In an instant, the eleven knives moved almost at the same time, some fast and some slow, the fastest was naturally the president Han Bing, a long knife almost cut out more than six knives in an instant, although it was faster, but when it arrived at Su Qinian, it was about the same as others, followed by Hua Yuan, the scimitar spread out like the moon, compared to yesterday, this knife is more concise, a little less gorgeous, a little more rustic, the knife entered the middle palace, and smashed the Yellow Dragon.

Followed by Qi Yunfei and another teenager, the two knives chose to go up at the same time, occupying all the directions that could be dodged in front of them.

As for the other seven people, they were a little in a hurry, although the knife was not much slower, but it was not steady, and some people twisted their bodies at the same time as the knife, mainly to avoid the people around them, one of them was half a beat slower to make a knife, was squeezed out of the encirclement, and automatically left the battlefield.

Ten knives, ten figures, fell into Su Qinian's eyes on the slightest, the strongest is undoubtedly the president Han Bing, strong blood, strength through the muscles and bones, in contrast, Hua Yuan is a little worse, others are weaker, Su Qiannian can see, the road of professional swordsmen, but also in enhancing qi and blood, sharpening muscles and bones, pregnant strength, these people's knife skills may not be in his eyes, but there is no cave, over the years, can make a body of blood and strength, closer to the edge of the knife.

At the moment when the blade was approaching, Su Qiannian moved.

He raised one hand, and Han Bing gave birth to an illusion, and in front of everyone, a hand seemed to appear, appearing on the side of the blade at an indescribable, almost impossible angle, curling his fingers and flicking it.

Clang!

There were no ten sounds, only a metallic trill with a long aftertaste, and ten knives came out of their hands at the same time. (Ask for subscriptions, commuter passes, and recommended tickets.) ）