"Qingyun Daoyou, you were very powerful just now."

On the other side, a seat was found, Yu Bai and Jiang Ke sat down in the front of the audience, Jiang Ke took out a bottle of water, handed it over and said.

"Huh?" Yu Bai was puzzled, took the water, and put it at hand if he was not thirsty for the time being.

"Oh, haha, in the face of the reporter's question, ...... at that time" Jiang Ke stepped back, and his tone slowly relaxed.

"That." Yu Bai said. After the interview, Jiang Ke understood that it was not appropriate to bring up the ancestral genre or something, they had already talked about it, Yu Bai had already said that it was nothing, it was really nothing, it was not just admitting that there was no rank in front of the camera, where would he care about this, but he looked at the woman who still seemed to care about mistakes, and felt cute, so he touched the other party's head for a while, "Don't think about it." ”

Suddenly, a sentence that seemed to be unrelated suddenly hit the softness of the heart and the thought Jiang Ke understood what the other party meant, and ...... Ms. Jiang's body tensed up, feeling the warm caressing of the big hands on her head, she didn't dare to move, and she didn't dare to glance at it carefully until the man withdrew, but she saw that Yu Bai's expression didn't change much, as if she had done an ordinary little thing.

I don't know what I replied to, Ms. Jiang couldn't care about anything else in her mind at the moment.

"So...... It's just kidding, right? ”

Yu Bai hadn't been able to consider how many deer would be upset in a woman's heart by an unintentional move, he was stunned, but he was thinking about the meaning and genre of the other party's words, which was the same as answering the reporter...... He gradually realized that this was a misunderstanding of him, and shook his head, "It's not a joke." ”

Jiang Ke blinked, "Ah, you ...... in such a short period of time I came up with such a brilliant name. ”

"The facts?"

An irrefutable rhetorical question.

The lights suddenly dimmed a little at this moment, and the host of the event entered the arena to interact with the audience, and the giant screen flashed with a promotional screen.

“…… The genres and swordsmen present today can be described as shining like stars, a hundred flowers blooming, and a hundred schools of thought contending! First of all, please look at the big screen, first place! ”

"Heavenly God Dao Fei Wu Nian Yin's two heavenly kills are first-class!"

The host is passionate, and the registration with a long tail has an MC flavor.

“…… You see, it's not outstanding, is it? ”

Yu Bai was stunned at first, thinking of the woman who insisted on not giving up until the last moment in front of a strong enemy monster, her swordsmanship name is so bragging?

Then he also spread his hands very quickly, and even said a little innocently.

After the genre name, start with a brief introduction to the origins, and then scroll to the next one. Jiang Ke frowned and listened for a long time, but she could only see what it meant from the newspaper screen, the long string of Chinese characters directly dizzed her, and she didn't understand what it meant, "Well, it seems to be ......."

Yu Bai smiled, at that time, he found inspiration in various banners and screen-scrolling promotional words, and he thought to himself that everyone's names are longer than one another, and each one is more than the other, so he shouldn't be embarrassed.

Then the two continued to listen to the host chanting incantations.

Under the huge venue that can accommodate thousands of people, the ordinary audience seats on all sides are full, many groups have organized slogans, wearing clothes of the same color, and important people and bigwigs from all over the world who come to the passages on both sides of the passage in suits and leather shoes or traditional costumes have finally sat down in the special seats closest to the dojo, and all kinds of cameras are turned on.

The dull drum was beaten, and the kendo exchange contest opened.

……

"Okay, we're about to start the show here!"

After Du Qisong made a gesture, the signal light turned green, and Shumei Sha, who was holding the microphone and preparing it, suddenly introduced it professionally.

Backstage, Yin Beiyuan looked at Yin Beiyuan, who had been adjusted to the best state and had a mellow breath, and a touch of relief flashed in his eyes, the young man was wearing protective gear and other things in an orderly manner, and outside the lounge, there was a loud lecture from the kendo elder to the juniors before the scene.

Every contestant and onlooker who came here participated in the opening of the ceremony, which was not pop music or hot dance, but a symbol of the charm of the drums, or raised the spirit or gathered attention, as if participating in the elaborate momentum and successive martial arts displays.

In an ordinary front-row audience, Yu Bai patted the program list in his hand, squinted for a while, and muttered: "The first ...... Martial arts, routines...... From the Emei faction soft sword...... The four sections are fit, and the heart is broken...... Session 2...... Actual combat...... Third ......"

He rubbed his eyes and put down the list.

Not to mention whether he was attracted or not, he was a little tired of reading this variety of professional words. As the top of the transcendent chain, Yu Bai didn't think that worldly force could arouse interest, but before he came, he also had the attitude that something worth seeing.

At present, I probably know that Huaxia is considered an international kendo federation, and the rank system is the same, that is, what is the second stage of the first stage, and the trainer priest is very island country-like.

"Audience friends, please see, the swordsmen are very steady, the dress code is standard, and the sword holding etiquette is impeccable......"

In the column live broadcast room of the central station, Shu Meisha explained softly in order to maintain the number of people she had managed to save.

Traditional events such as kendo, boxing, and martial arts, in the process of being held, are relatively calm and quiet most of the time, and the audience mostly belongs to enthusiasts with basic knowledge, because of its meticulous competitiveness, only in some wonderful places, key games, people will cheer loudly.

"Qingyun Daoyou, look, they are so neat." Ms. Jiang pulled Yu Bai's sleeves.

"Hmm."

Shu Meisha flipped through the notes while squeezing a few pieces of tutoring materials, "The player of the Emei soft sword used the starting hand, and the young man in the lead was called Mo Qingyu, and he was in the tournament not long ago...... Here it comes! The famous Emei Nine Style ......"

Ms. Jiang: "Qingyun Daoyou, look, it feels so powerful!" ”

"Good fight."

"That trick just now, is it ...... It's sword drawing! ”

That is, the more widely spread Juhe, accompanied by a swordsman's shout, the scene suddenly caused a burst of exclamation and applause.

Yu Bai immediately became a little bored.

Commentators, reporters from various TV stations, faithfully recounted the changes on the field, and there were many veterans interpreting the subtlety of each move, which contained the hidden heritage and if it was replaced by a ruthless blow in a real battle, seeing blood and sealing the throat, and even a lingering story behind the kendo. These are also very well expressed through Ms. Jiang beside Yu Bai, and every time she faces Ms. Jiang's exclamations and the applause of the audience, the man usually responds with a sentence that is okay, this wave of ...... Well, well played, not bad......

Yin Beiyuan also went up and walked as the first in the country in the middle, which attracted a lot of attention.

As the exchange competition gradually got better, people's atmosphere was mobilized, and Ms. Jiang opened her mouth slightly from time to time, but she didn't care about the overly flat reaction of the men around her.