I haven't seen him for a few days, and my brother seems to be handsome again."

In a corner of the venue, two girls were cooing.

"Yang Shiyun, Zhao Cheng is not your brother, what is your brother? I'm my own!"

"I call him Zhao Cheng, and you have to call Zhao Cheng too!"

Zhao Xiaoxiang looked at his obsessive friend next to him with a vigilant gaze, and at the same time missed his former stupid dog even more.

At that time, stupidity was a little stupid, but it was better to be safe.

"Xiao Xiang, this is not good!"

"Seems to be against my ladylike demeanor."

Yang Shiyun said solemnly.

As she spoke, her eyes subconsciously looked at the white-clothed young man in the field, although he was just wearing a simple kendo uniform, inch hair, and there were not many additional ornaments on his body, but it was how to look and how to look good.

Obviously, when we met for the first time, I just felt that the other party was a stable big boy, but in a short period of time, it seemed to be a piece of jade, and the stone skin on the surface was polished away, and it immediately became dazzling.

It seems that the hero she longs for is like this, in the spotlight and with light.

She reflects now, and feels that her biggest problem at present is that she met too late, otherwise she would have tamed her early, who would be her opponent?!

As for Zhao Xiaoxiang, think of a way to marry her farther away in the future, it's not a big problem.

Of course, similar ideas, more, approximate a kind of joking fantasy.

"Just you, lady?!"

Zhao Xiaoxiang responded.

"It's Zhao Cheng, who said that he just came out to play for a few days, and he ended up playing in the finals."

"If it weren't for the fact that two days ago, big data pushed me about the Youth Cup here, I wouldn't have known that he came to withdraw money."

Zhao Xiaoxiang complained.

"You use this money very quintically."

Yang Shiyun thought so, they were all people who had seen the Qingyuan Kendo exam before.

I even heard the comments of some instructors, and under the swordsman, there are few opponents to be found.

And Zhao Cheng's performance in the two days of the main game is indeed the same, no matter how the opponent performed in the previous game, for Zhao Cheng, there is no difference.

"However, in just a few days, I earned more than a million yuan, and my swordsmanship is great, so it's easy to make money."

Zhao Xiaoxiang dripped.

She is not a money fan, and her family has never been short of her pocket money, and her only feeling for more than one million is just more.

"Indeed, it's enough for my pocket money for a year."

Yang Shiyun thought so deeply and took a sentence.

「？？？」

Zhao Xiaoxiang turned his head and found that his good partner was not learning from ordinary people, but really thinking so.

……

In the other corner, Yan Sisi and her friends are also muttering, but the content is subtly different.

"Wow, oh!"

"The duel between beautiful men, the sympathy after the duel, and then the story begins!"

"Even if they haven't started fighting yet, I seem to have the rest of the story in mind."

"No, no, no, no! I feel like my brain is trembling just thinking about it!"

Yan Sisi said cracklingly, his eyes looked at the field, and it seemed that he was shining.

"That's right! That's right!"

"When a beautiful man fights, how can there be a sincere relationship between a beautiful man and a beautiful man, and the ambition is fierce!"

"You're bosom, is it serious?!"

Yan Sisi's friends also echoed.

……

In the middle of the field, the two walked onto the field and finally stood still.

"Your sword is strong!"

Before the bell rings, there is a short gap in time where you can talk to your opponent or distract them with trash talk.

To be really easily provoked only proves that the practice of the mind is not enough.

Of course, in China, there are few similar things, and the culture of Yanhuang is more gentle, and mildness is not gentleness, but a kind of broadness.

Overseas, their cultural style is more extreme, most of them are sword cultivators who do not cultivate morality, and most of their games start with scolding battles.

Of course, this is talking about the time of the game.

If it is a real battle of life and death, Yan Huang's scolding method is much more reluctant than the few words back and forth overseas, just used in the game, not so much.

The pursuit of victory, but not the pursuit of victory by unscrupulous means, there is a degree.

Wang Zhongjing's voice resounded throughout the venue through the hidden microphone in the venue.

His voice is calm and powerful, although in Zhao Cheng's opinion, his temperament is a little worse, but compared to his peers around him, he does belong to the youth and old age.

"Your heart is sincere."

Zhao Cheng responded and affirmed.

After meeting the other party, Zhao Cheng could feel the sincerity and sincerity of the sword through the spiritual temperament of the other party.

Come to think of it, it is this sincerity that has forged his current swordsmanship.

The basic swordsmanship of about level thirteen doesn't seem to be too high, but it is only compared to Zhao Cheng, a blatant open-minded person.

A young man with okay swordsmanship talent, if he wants to have such swordsmanship at the other party's age, he must practice diligently every day.

The other party can be made into a star swordsman by the organizer, not only because of a good image, but also because his own character is hard enough.

When the words fell, the two stopped talking, and there was nothing more to say.

Compared with all kinds of verbal exchanges, any communication is actually no match for speaking with a sword in your hand.

Jingle bells!

A hurried bell rang throughout the venue, Zhao Cheng took out his sword, and while he stepped forward, it seemed that the sword in his hand was driving Zhao Cheng to move out of thin air.

This sword is not a killer move created by Zhao Cheng, the Secret Sword Thunder.

The killing move is too violent, and the sword is meant to kill, even if it is Zhao Cheng, it can be put and not collected.

With his current strength, even if he is holding a wooden sword, and the other party is still wearing protective gear, he is afraid that he will be hacked to death.

Without a blade, you can still kill!

In Wang Zhongjing's feeling, Zhao Cheng's sword, with his eyesight, can only look at a model lake, but the most terrifying thing is that kind of spiritual feeling.

In this sword, there seems to be endless killing, blood and bones cast divine sword, and one sword breaks the world.

Such momentum, such sword intent, it is simply the only time he has ever seen it in his life.

The opponents he had encountered in the past, even if their swordsmanship was exquisite, they all had their own momentum, but they lacked the most important blood and fire killing.

This kind of intention, such a thought, does not seem like something that can be forged in this era.

But he is a strong-willed person in the end, even if his mind is suppressed, he will never lose the courage to draw the sword because of this.

He raised his sword to meet it, only to find that he was too slow.

Bang!

There was a crisp sound, and the evil wind blowing in the face stopped abruptly, the momentum was huge, but it stopped and was light.

Zhao Cheng collected his sword, accompanied by the referee shouting: "Zhao Chengsheng", the audience, after a short silence, immediately thundered applause.

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