In the gymnasium, a group of members of the Knife Club were startled at first, and then someone spoke up. They received a call from Hua Yuan early in the morning, saying that the master who would guide the Green Knife Competition had been invited, and they thought it was Master Wu from the Pingfeng Knife Hall.
, Hua Yuan and Qi Yunfei came unexpectedly, as well as a young man with an unfamiliar face.
"Brother Su Qinian will be our instructor for the next Green Knife Competition."
Hua Yuan went straight to the topic, her tone was solemn, and her steps were strong as she walked. At this moment, she actually showed a bit of the courage of a superior, and she came in front of a group of members of the Sword Club.
What! This young man who looks a few years older than them?
Someone frowned and said: "Vice president, we know that the funds of the sword club are tight, and the school does not have any extra funds to allocate to us. After all, the green sword competition is an individual competition and can only be regarded as a preparatory event for the professional league. But because of this
, a good instructor is crucial. Targeted tactics can even turn the tide and defeat the strong with the weak. With the foundation of our sword club, we simply cannot compete with Sanjiang and Gurbi, so the screen sword studio focuses on defense.
, is the safest choice.”
"Yes, Yuanyuan. If we don't have enough funds, let's work together. From the day we joined the Sword Club, we said we would embark on a career path together and handle difficulties together."
There were also girls who were close to me who spoke politely, but the underlying meaning was obvious.
"You should be very clear about what I do, Hua Yuan." After everyone finished speaking, Hua Yuan spoke seriously, "There is no make do, no okay, and no make-do here. The Sword Dao Club was established by us together.
, I, Hua Yuan, have no worse feelings for the Sword Club than any of you. The reason why we can come together is to show those outside that ordinary people can also produce noble sons! In the career path, not only the elites of aristocratic families can be the best!
"
"So, please believe me!"
As Hua Yuan's last words fell, the gymnasium fell into silence. It was said to be a sword club, but in fact there were only eight people in front of them. Counting Hua Yuan and Qi Yunfei, there were ten people. Compared to Gur
Compared with Sanjiang, a club with hundreds of people is really insignificant, but they have been able to come together after a lot of things. They questioned Su Qinian, but they also believed that Hua Yuan, the vice president, would not give in.
, a small group of people fell into hesitation.
"I trust you!"
At this moment, a voice came from behind.
"President!"
Everyone's eyes lit up. Outside the gymnasium, a young man wearing a gray coarse cloth military robe and carrying a knife bag walked in.
The young man looks to be about twenty years old, with a bronze body, bright eyes, and thick eyebrows. Although he is not handsome, he has a certain masculine temperament.
When he came to stand one meter in front of Su Qinian, the young man stretched out a hand. He looked straight ahead with bright eyes and said: "Hua Yuan believes in you, so we also believe in you. There are no conflicts of interest here, only a group of people."
An ordinary passionate young man."
"President of the Sword Dao Club, Han Bing, Mr. Su, please give me your advice for the next nine days."
…
They shook hands and then let go. There was no testing or collision. Su Qinian did not show too many expressions. However, for such a group of people, he felt a lot of emotion and interest. He was upright and fearless in his sword skills.
Edge, I didn’t expect to see such quality here. This may be what the current starry sky of the human race lacks. After all, compared to the end of the era, the current starry sky lacks major conquests. All races are restrained. The population of the human race is
The base number is too large, so you don't have to worry about danger. Each major tribe and inheritance has its own plan and layout. This is very similar to the earth in another time and space, and a certain period of China.
Lifting his feet and taking steps, Su Qinian was not polite and came to the center of the gymnasium under the gaze of everyone.
"Come here."
With the guarantee of the two presidents Hua Yuan and Han Bing, all the members also chose to put aside their prejudices. Together with Qi Yunfei, eleven people stepped forward and formed a circle around Su Qinian.
"Come along, let me see the foundation first."
Now that he has chosen trust, Su Qinian will not hide it. He can see the hardship and unity of this group of young people, which also reminds him of the days in Wudang Xiaoyao Valley many years ago. People's hearts are deceitful, and this person in front of him
This kind of purity is rare and precious. He does not seek eternity, but only hopes that he can maintain this hard-won bond in the three years or so before he leaves.
His calm tone made the other members except Hua Yuan and Qi Yunfei change their minds. Four of them had passed the professional qualifications, especially the president Han Bing, who was a senior and a second-level professional.
Zhongya is not a weakling, and is expected to reach the third level of professional career before graduation.
More importantly, two fists are no match for four hands. If eleven of them are to attack at the same time, even if each person has one sword, there will be eleven swords in an instant. They are inevitable from all directions. Is it impossible to have three heads and six arms? Is this confidence or contempt?
them?
"Forbidden!"
Han Bing shouted loudly, dropped the knife bag into his hand, took out a slender straight knife, and pulled out the sharp blade inch by inch. The sound of light metal friction suddenly sounded in the air.
The others immediately calmed down and pulled out metal or wooden knives of different lengths and shapes, and sharpened the metal knives. This was the right only for professional swordsmen, but Qi Yunfei still used a special iron-wood knife.
The eyes of the eleven people became sharp and fell on Su Qinian, but their expression did not change at all.
Han Bing's eyes brightened slightly, and he suddenly shouted: "Behead!"
In an instant, the eleven swords moved almost at the same time, some were fast and some were slow. The fastest was naturally the president Han Bing. One long sword almost cut out more than six swords in an instant. Although it was faster, it did not reach Su Qinian.
In front of the body, it is similar to the others, followed by Huayuan, and the scimitar is spread out like a moonlight. Compared with yesterday, this sword is more concise, a little less gorgeous, a little more simple, the knife enters the middle palace, straight
Pound the yellow dragon.
Following closely behind were Qi Yunfei and another young man. They raised their swords at the same time, occupying all possible dodge positions in front of them.
As for the other seven people, they were a little in a hurry. Although the knife was not much slower, it was not stable. Some people even twisted their bodies while using the knife, mainly to avoid the people around them. One of them was half a beat too slow when he used the knife.
, was squeezed out of the encirclement circle and automatically left the battlefield.
Ten swords and ten figures appeared in Su Qinian's eyes. The strongest one was undoubtedly the president Han Bing. He had strong energy and blood, and his strength penetrated the muscles and bones. In comparison, Hua Yuan was just
Some were worse, and the others were even weaker. Su Qinian could see that the path of a professional swordsman also lies in strengthening the blood, sharpening the muscles and bones, and conceiving and cultivating strength. The sword skills of these people may not be to his liking, but they are also unique.
, over many years, it can make the body's blood and energy become closer to the edge of the sword.
The moment the blade approached, Su Qinian moved.
He raised one hand, and Han Bing and the ten people had an illusion. There seemed to be a hand in front of everyone, appearing on the side of the blade at an indescribable and almost impossible angle, curling his fingers lightly.
bomb.
clang!
There were no ten sounds, only a long-lasting metallic vibrato, and ten knives came out at the same time. (Please subscribe, monthly, and recommend.)