"What kind of swordsmanship is he practicing? Why didn't you move? ”

Zheng Qi'er asked curiously, and several other people also felt a little curious.

Who practices swordsmanship and stands motionless?

"Maybe it's meditating, right? I've heard of a similar step in the Kuntel Knife Technique, where you need to take five to ten minutes of meditation before you start practicing to achieve the best results. ”

Torna guessed with an uncertain look on his face.

"Quinter Knife Technique? I've heard before that the Quinter knife technique can condense cosmic energy or something, isn't that thing a lie? ”

Zheng Qi'er said with a frown.

"Maybe people really don't know how to practice swordsmanship, but they come to the park to practice in the morning and play Kunderel knife skills to maintain their health? It's strange that I have to be willing to come to our exchange meeting, maybe I'm afraid of losing face, right? ”

One of the teenagers guessed.

"I think it's also the same, it's quite embarrassing to say this kind of thing when you are young but you go to practice swordsmanship that only older people practice."

Several other teenagers and girls also nodded in agreement, and they no longer had any interest in Meng Xuan's side.

"What? What are you discussing? ”

At this moment, a boy wearing protective gear and a delicate face walked over, one of the two masters who had just been surrounded by everyone for actual combat training.

"It's over, Warich? We're talking about what kind of swordsmanship the guy over there is practicing standing still. ”

When Zheng Qi'er saw the visitor, a bright smile appeared on her youthful and beautiful face.

Warridge, but the strongest person in their Linglong High School Sword Club, ordinary members may not be able to beat him when two or three of them go together, he is handsome and polite, and he has a lot of popularity in the club and even in the school, the reason why Zheng Qier joined the Sword Club in the first place was to go to Warich.

"Oh?"

Waric wiped the sweat from his face, and looked in the direction everyone was looking with some curiosity.

"That guy looks about the same age as us, just now we invited him over to the exchange meeting, he said that he didn't come because of his sword skills, we guess he practiced Kuntel knife skills, he is not good at actual combat, and he has to meditate before practicing. Senior Warridge, I used to hear that the martial arts of Quinter's family are very mysterious, and they can even absorb cosmic energy through meditation, is it true? ”

Zheng Qi'er blinked at Waric with a pair of big eyes.

Waric didn't speak, looking at the back standing not far away, he felt a little familiar, as if he had seen it in the sword hall where he trained before.

Wait a minute.

Isn't that the guy?

Warich's hand holding the towel shook slightly.

"What's wrong with you, Warridge? The other party should be a rookie who practices Güntelle's knife skills, and there is nothing to see. ”

A teenager in the crowd asked, looking at Waric strangely.

"Shhhh Don't talk nonsense, be careful to be heard by that person, that's a super master!! ”

Waric reacted and hurriedly covered the boy's mouth.

Is it really that guy, Meng Xuan?

Waric was also one of the students who paid to learn at the Tianhe Sword Gym on weekends, when Isis and Zhao Chuanwu had a conflict, and Isis cut several students in a row, and he was one of the ones who was stabbed in the stomach and vomited.

He and Meng Xuan had been training together for about three months, and even if they didn't talk much, at least they knew each other.

This guy is a ruthless man.

Meng Xuan easily dodged Isis's attack at that time, and casually slashed the scene of Isis's wooden knife at this time, he still vividly remembered it at this time, you know, Isis can casually beat five students with similar strength to him!

Moreover, he also got some gossip, it is said that the reason why the Tianhe Sword Art Hall is closed now is because the strongest leader Zhao Chuanwu led people to seek revenge on this guy, but he was cut off by a knife, and half of the knife skills were wasted, he can't afford to provoke such a ruthless person.

"That guy is a master? How tall? ”

Zheng Qi'er Torna and the others were stunned when they heard this, it seems that he is really a master of practicing Kuntel's sword skills?

"How tall? Hmm······ I shouldn't have a problem playing six or seven. ”

Waric groaned and estimated, and felt that Isis could easily hit five, Meng Xuan was so much stronger than Isis, he would definitely have no problem playing six or seven.

"Hit ····· Hit six or seven of you?! Are you mistaken?! ”

Zheng Qi'er Torna and the others opened their mouths, looking incredulous.

Is it so exaggerated? If you count it like this, it is estimated that more than a dozen of us will not be able to fight alone?

"Make no mistake."

Waric nodded solemnly and said.

Before everyone could continue to speak, the student on the other side who had just been practicing with Waric took off his protective gear and walked over.

"You are very strong, this time we are tied, there will be more opportunities to contact in the future, and there will be an opponent of equal strength who will improve much faster."

The old-looking student said to Waric with a smile.

Then he saw that everyone's faces were a little strange, so he asked strangely, "What's wrong with you?" ”

"Waric said that guy over there is a super master of swordsmanship, and he can beat six or seven of him·····"

Zheng Qi'er pointed at Meng Xuan and said to the national character.

"Are you sure?"

Hearing this, the national character looked at Waric suspiciously.

"Sure."

Waric nodded, only stronger, not weaker.

"And this kind of master exists?! Then I must go and ask for advice! ”

Guozi looked at Meng Xuan's back, and a fierce light burst out in his eyes.

"Forget it······"

Waric said speechlessly, this guy doesn't seem to be easy to get along with.

"How can you forget it? If you can really beat six or seven of you, then you are really a top master, and at our point, how can you improve your sword skills without consulting with the masters? Besides, I see that he is about the same age as us, and maybe he can make a friend, you wait, I'll come when I go. ”

Guozi waved his hand, holding his wooden knife, and walked towards Meng Xuan with his eyes shining.

Warikira didn't even hold it, and couldn't help muttering in her heart, this guy won't be crippled with a knife, right?

At this time, Meng Xuan really didn't notice the approach of the national character face.

Almost all of his attention was focused on the sea of his mind, contemplating the strange phenomena that would occur during the strange ritual.

The distorted, chaotic, disorderly, terrifying, and mysterious aura of the black figure was accumulating more and more in his heart, and the information light cluster representing the strange sense ritual was rhythmic and more violent, as if it had been completely stimulated.

Just when Meng Xuan felt that something was bursting in his heart, he was about to use his mind-eye ability.

"Hello, can you excuse me?"

Behind him, there was a sudden voice with a national face.

As if he was frightened, Meng Xuan turned his head suddenly, and the image of the thoughts accumulated in his heart erupted together with the ability of his mind and eye.

Guozi Face only saw that a dark purple light seemed to flash in Meng Xuan's eyes, stinging his eyes.

His spirit suddenly became in a trance, the scene around him changed rapidly, he seemed to be in the dark forest, in the darkness stretched out tentacles wrapped around him, one by one twisted and weird slender black shadow people chanted crazy babble, with light and slow steps, slowly walking towards him.

His body grew sprouts of flesh, the tips of which bloomed like buds, giving birth to tiny eyes that stared at him emotionlessly.

In an instant, an indescribable strangeness, madness, and distortion struck his heart, arousing infinite fear in his heart.

"Hell!!"

Guozi's face let out a high-decibel scream that was completely inconsistent with his rough appearance, his eyes rolled white, and he fell straight to the ground, convulsing constantly.