Feeling that the blade of the sword was full of cold through the scabbard, and it seemed that he could cut his throat at any time, the receptionist trembled several times, and the cold sweat instantly soaked his whole body, extremely sticky, but he didn't dare to make a move, and he didn't wait for the help of the sword behind him.

The receptionist suddenly noticed with his own eyes that the people he had brought had all taken a step back, and the hands that had been about to draw their swords had all been released, but what kind of damn expressions were on their faces?

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, oops, this is a big misunderstanding......" His subordinates sighed for a while, Liu Wantang knew that he was restrained, and they didn't dare to make a move if they wanted to.

"Get out!" the cold-faced swordsman said concisely and directly, and the sword in his hand circled slightly between his five fingers, and then received it behind him.

Seeing the other party's chic and neat movements, Liu Wantang swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and then simply led the person to turn around and leave. After taking a few steps away, his heart was still twitching, and he had already felt the other party's extremely cold killing intent, if he continued to persecute him, he would definitely really draw his sword and kill people.

Lu Ming was still meditating, but everything outside couldn't escape the perception of the power of the sword marks. Although this cold-faced swordsman is a little arrogant, he does not lose the courage of a real swordsman, and through his actions just now, he can find that his mastery of the sword is stronger than that of other swordsmen, although he is still only the realm of a bladed swordsman, but in the case of being a swordsman and not delaying promotion. He will spend more thought and effort on the cultivation of kendo than he would as a carefree swordsman, which is very good.

At this time, the old sword master and the sword saint of destruction glanced at each other, and they both nodded their heads, saying that the environment is the place where talents are created, but they still have the courage to dare to draw their swords in the face of adversity, but this alone is quite okay. In the eyes of the two old-timers, whether he can become a qualified swordsman depends on whether he can judge the right time to draw his sword in addition to talent.

Obviously. Determine the timing of the draw. It's not about walking away, it's about having enough courage and a cool head, even in the Jedi. Fearless mentality.

It is different from Lu Ming's appreciation. The receptionist walked along. While cursing viciously in his heart, this is his own territory! The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and his eyes were firmly locked on the other side of the plug outside the friend.

Now the battlefield of the Zhenyuan Empire is at war. Moreover, for the long-term development of the empire, His Majesty the Imperial Court has maintained peace and friendship with Saiwai for thirty years, and within the sphere of influence of the Sword Hall Organization, a swordsman who meets the requirements can come to participate in the competition and select more talents.

Liu Wantang, who was furious, had not yet withdrawn from the materials in the "Imperial Diplomatic History" when he was almost knocked out by a strange smell.

He shook his whole body before he could stand firmly, and his mind was still a little dizzy, but the combination of dampness and fishy smell made the smell here like a slaughterhouse for cattle and sheep, but it was rare that the fat friends in the hut could still meditate peacefully.

The closer you get, the bigger the smell, and the receptionist finds that the fishy smell is emanating from the fat man outside the plug, as if it is the substance! Even if it is not to invite merit in front of the Sword Saint, I will also clean you out! Get out of my territory!

"Fatty!" The receptionist stood firmly in front of the door with his legs, and the resoluteness of his face showed how determined he was at the moment, and he worked hard to straighten his spine, so that his temperament exuded a bit of domineering, and then said, "Are you a guy who doesn't take a bath?"

"Hahaha......" The subordinates burst into laughter again, but under this smell, their laughter was very short, and they could only increase their momentum with arrogant voices.

"What a man!" The friend opened his small eyes, and even said with some embarrassment: "Don't you know, the water on our grassland is more precious than milk, so we are poor and use milk to bathe!"

Liu Wantang scolded in his heart, he rubbed his nose, and then said: "Your body smells so bad, how can Lord Sword Saint rest well? I'm not in a good mood today, so you hurry up and leave, the farther you go, the better, immediately, immediately, in front of my eyes, disappear!"

Looking at the other party's domineering appearance, the friend outside the Saiwai rubbed his chest, flicked a drop of mud pill with his hand, and a white mark appeared on his shiny chest, and said at the same time: "That little white face is not leaving, why should I go, this is the place where the Sword Hall organization provides us to live for free, don't you bully me as a foreigner because you see me fat and a foreign place?"

The receptionist's eyebrows are almost twisted together, such an uneducated barbarian can actually know a little of the rules of the Sword Hall? The pigs have all gone up the tree! Look at his fat body, he actually came to sign up for the competition, can he still use a sword? He is panting for breath after running a few steps, right? Damn, I am deflated by the cold-faced swordsman, and even a person like you dare to take Lao Tzu's words seriously?

Liu Wantang exuded a strong body, and the look on his face was on par with that of the street splash, shaking his legs and saying, "I just look down on you, so what?"

"You dare to look down on me!" The face of the friend outside the Saiwai changed, and the small eyes suddenly bloomed with a cold light, and he reached out and grabbed the bed behind him, and a giant sword was directly pulled out, and then it slashed down without pause.

Woo!

The wide giant sword that was twice as wide as an ordinary two-handed big sword made Liu Wantang jump involuntarily, and the intuitive other party grabbed a bed board to shoot himself, but he actually covered his thin body up and down, he couldn't hide, so he had to hurriedly raise his sword to meet it!

Liu Wantang suddenly felt as if he had been hit by a bison, and no matter how hard he used his feet, he couldn't resist this huge force.

Bang! Click! The sword in Liu Wantang's hand was suddenly shattered by the slap, and he grabbed the remaining hilt of the sword and flew out suddenly, like a fly that had been slapped away. These men were all startled, and even saw the hair on their heads flying backwards from the impact of the power of this sword.

They hurriedly pursued the boss with their eyes, and directly followed his figure from one end of the corridor to the other, and returned to the cold-faced swordsman's room.

Twenty meters! What a brute force this will be? All the subordinates knew this distance, and they all immediately felt that their eyes were black, their minds were dizzy, and the swords in their hands seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and two of them could not even hold them anymore, and the swords fell to the ground, not to mention the courage to help the sword.

"Hahaha......" The friend laughed innocently: "Just these two times, you dare to bully me? A group of bears and soft eggs, if you are on the grassland, you will be the dinner of the oldest and thinnest wild wolf." ”

Liu Wantang stood up swayingly, looked at the hilt of the sword in his hand, and threw it away viciously, and then his eyes suddenly turned into grievances, like a humiliated girl asking for help, looking at the Sword Saint of Destruction and the Old Sword Master who were already standing at the door of the room,

The Sword Saint of Destruction and the Old Sword Master just smiled faintly, these two young people performed well, and it was too late to appreciate them, how could they care about him?

Liu Wantang saw that the Sword Saint of Destruction and the Old Sword Master were both understated, and he didn't pay any attention to his appearance, and then looked at the cold-faced swordsman's eyes that seemed to be collecting debts, and the temper of a bison hidden under the simple appearance of the swordsman outside the plug, and immediately got up and ran. Those subordinates didn't expect the boss to run away so simply, "You wait, I'm my brother-in-law", one by one, they ran away, and when they ran a few steps, they remembered to turn around and pick up the sword on the ground, but when they ran again, their steps were much faster than before.

The friend snorted disdainfully, turned around and picked up the black cowhide scabbard and withdrew the sword, and continued to meditate and breathe.

The Sword Saint of Destruction stroked his beard and said: "This time, it seems that there are still good young people, unlike those encountered on the road, who are not useful, young people, dare to fight to be able to forge ahead, if you see the master sword and fall, it is better to change careers earlier." ”

"It's just that let them lose their identity as swordsmen and become ordinary people, I'm afraid they may not be willing. The old sword master shook his head helplessly, now there are many people in the Sword Qi Continent who are like this, practicing a little True Qi consciously more powerful than ordinary people, and they begin to show off their might, they can't understand it at all, subtle, not necessarily weak, from this point, they are contrary to the basic principles of the way of the sword, even if they go on, they can only go more and more wrong.

At this time, a group of five people walked into the corridor, led by a handsome young man, but with an arrogance on his face that did not match his age at all, as if he had been tempered in the philistine for a long time.

Although they were all wearing the costumes of the Sword Academy, Lu Ming felt that these people obviously didn't look like people who were going to live here, judging from the jade pendants hanging from their waists, the good swords they were holding in their hands, and the high-quality shirts that were exposed around their necks.

"Are they here to find someone?" Lu Ming asked as he felt strange.

The old sword master nodded and said, "Since the masters above the intermediate great sword master have been removed in this trial, more swordsmen are in the position of sword master, and the competition of the trial has been correspondingly improved. ”

"That's right. Lu Ming nodded indifferently, it seems that these people should be looking for the team members, it can be seen from the arrogance on their faces, they are a subject, it is estimated that they want to find some players, or followers and other team members, after all, in the trial, eating, living, probing and sentry all need to be done by manpower, but obviously they think they are not suitable. (To be continued......)