"Oh, you're that Juvenile Palace Sword Saint?" Xia Di looked Chu Zihang up and down, and at a glance he could see that this kid was related to the grumpy old brother fan in the morning.

Although the temperaments are diametrically opposed, the appearance of the two is seven points similar, and the child in front of him is completely a mini version of Chu Tianjiao if he grows a little longer.

It's just that this kid is different from his father's self-cooked, and it's as cold as an ice cube just taken out of the refrigerator: "I'm not a Sword Saint of the Children's Palace, but no one in the kendo class is my opponent for the time being." ”

Chu Zihang was not interested in boasting, nor did he like the title of Sword Saint of the Children's Palace, he just told a fact plainly.

Past experience has taught him that everyone has a glorious moment, don't take a moment as a permanent.

Even if he is now recognized as the strongest in the kendo class, and even the class master is not necessarily his opponent, who can guarantee that there will not be a ridiculously strong pervert entering the class tomorrow.

Maybe he was picked up one second and thrown to the ground the next. Only metrics who cannot recognize themselves will be arrogant, and the true master will always have the heart of an apprentice.

"Hey, I like your humble way of pretending." Xia Di leaned in front of Chu Zihang and stretched out his hand to grab his face and destroy the transcendent external aura that was wrapped around him.

Chu Zihang frowned, turned his head sideways to avoid the hand of the attacking strange Shu Huang, his eyes were like a frightened lion cub, with a little annoyance.

Xia Di, who was disgusted, did not withdraw his hand, but patted the young man on the shoulder:

"Haha, young people don't always have a sad face, but smile more. The hard days will be long in the future, and you won't be able to laugh if you want to. ”

When he said this, he didn't forget to glance at Lu Mingfei, who was standing next to the knife holder, stunned like a big-headed bear.

The experience of the past did not arouse Chu Zihang's approval, but made the young man's brows furrow even tighter.

Because every time I meet that man, he says the same thing.

"Aren't you here to kick the gym?" Not wanting to think of the sad things at this moment, the boy brought the conversation back to kicking the gym.

At this moment, the two of them are standing in a square pattern, which is just the place where the students catch and compare and try on weekdays, and they only need to take their weapons and start slashing each other passionately.

When the surrounding students heard this, they tacitly moved out of the way, and the class master, who was still angry, also put down his hand on the hilt.

Originally, he was worried that he would lose his sense of proportion in anger and beat this young man out of, but now his proud protégé stood up and said that he could rest assured that he would be a crowd of onlookers when he took over this competition.

He is a martial arts practitioner, and it can be seen from the breathing rhythm and walking demeanor whether Xia Di has undergone professional training, and according to his observation, this guy is completely an ordinary person, or the kind of sedentary and inactive, and he will be out of breath when he runs two steps.

"Okay, I'll play with you." Xia Di had a flirtatious smile on his face, which made people feel offended when they saw it.

Chu Zihang was unmoved, he looked at the broom stick in the other party's hand: "You just use this?" ”

The broom stick of the kendo class is not made of solid wood, but a four-foot-long bamboo pole, which is no match for strength and durability compared to the wooden knife in his hand.

He didn't want to take advantage of that.

But Xia Di just dragged and pretended to be forced: "I'm afraid that with a wooden knife, you will be beaten and cried by me." ”

This was extremely arrogant, and Rao was so mature that Chu Zihang was far beyond his peers, and he couldn't help but clench his fists angrily.

And the stupid big-headed bear has adapted a little bit to Xia Di's invincibility, maybe he will refute it yesterday, but this morning's experience has made him understand that people are different.

Some people say big things just to grandstand, and they turn their heads and forget about it. And some people can really turn all the boasted bulls into reality and shock everyone's jaws.

In fact, when he saw Chu Zihang appear on the stage just now and found that the so-called Sword Saint of the Children's Palace was about the same age as himself, Lu Mingfei was still worried that Master Xia would not be able to pull down the child and bully the child, so he called him over to PK with the senior brother of the kendo class.

With his body whose limbs are not diligent and stunted and his physical strength has not yet recovered to a healthy state, there is a high probability that he will be pressed to the ground and rubbed on the field, which will be a shame and a big loss.

Fortunately, Uncle Xia played steadily, and he didn't give Lu Gongzi a chance to show his strength at all.

really responded to that sentence: Uncle, I like to bully children the most.

"Come on, let me see how capable the Sword Saint of the Children's Palace is." Xia Di saw that the atmosphere was almost bright, and if he continued to provoke, he should become an evil and charming villain, and decisively announced the official start of the competition of bullying the small.

As soon as the words fell, I saw Chu Zihang draw his knife out, hold the handle of the knife with both hands and take a good posture, adjust his breathing before leaning towards him with a steady and powerful step.

The boy didn't rush to attack, even though he knew that the bamboo pole in Xia Di's hand couldn't withstand one of his slashes, but his instincts told him that he definitely couldn't take it lightly.

This seemingly unremarkable man, standing in a random and flawed manner, obviously just carrying a broom stick to weigh the weight, gave him the feeling of a butcher standing in front of livestock, pondering where to start.

The kendo hall was quiet and the needle drop could be heard, and everyone was watching the two sides on the field with bated breath, even if the students couldn't see the doorway, they could also see the clues from the expressions of Senior Brother Chu and the class master who were slowly becoming serious.

This good-looking big brother has something!

True kendo fights are often extremely short, taking only a few seconds to determine the difference between victory and defeat, or even life and death.

Neither of them was wearing protective gear on the field, which meant that this would be a competition with possible injuries, and Chu Zihang had to stay fully focused and seize the opportunity to defeat the enemy with one blow as much as possible.

He didn't have the ability to control his power while pursuing speed, so he had to avoid vital areas, which greatly limited his play.

Perhaps seeing his concerns, Xia Di kindly reminded: "You can attack any part of the body, don't worry about hurting me, it's less likely than you eat a bad stomach tonight." ”

As he spoke, he glanced at the boy's abdomen.

It was at this moment, taking advantage of the moment when the other party's eyes left, Chu Zihang suddenly took a step forward, and the wooden knife in his hand slashed diagonally, and the landing point was Xia Di's right leg that tapped the floor.

"Smack!"

With a crisp sound, Chu Zihang felt that his attack was defused, and a skillful force dragged his wooden knife to the floor.

He looked up, and saw that the broom stick had been pointed at some point on the spine of the wooden knife, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not push it open.

"It's all said, don't worry about hurting me." Xia Di looked at Chu Zihang, who was struggling to no avail, with a bad smile.

Lu Mingfei in the distance shuddered when he saw this, he was completely crumbling by Xia Di in this state in the morning. At the beginning, badminton was just an adaptation process for him, and the subsequent sports were not merciful, and he was abused to the extent of leaving a psychological shadow.

Silently lit a candle in his heart for the poor Sword Saint of the Children's Palace, Lu Mingfei hoped that he would not break his sword heart after this catastrophe, and he would never recover.

But it was clear that the moody young Swordmaster would not give in easily, and he flipped his wrist to control the wooden knife from the side to break free from the grip of the broom stick and re-put himself in a new position.

The young man's eyes were cold, his thin lips opened lightly, and he spit out two words:

"Again."