On this day, apart from the scream of blades piercing the air, there was only the sound of heavy breathing in the gymnasium.
Everyone seemed to be holding their breath, especially the president Han Bing, whose hands and feet weighed more than 400 kilograms, and he didn't rest for a long time.
Hua Yuan, Qi Yunfei, and another young man named Lian Yongjin, who had just become a professional swordsman, also lowered their heads. There was a fire burning in their eyes, trying to ignite their limbs, bones, and internal organs.
Six Fu organs.
Others were infected and worked harder than yesterday. Sweating like rain was no longer just an idiom seen in books.
Su Qinian could see that although his attack saved the siege, it also deeply shook the self-esteem of these young people and made them understand that if they want to defend their dignity, they must have enough strength.
Especially for president Han Bing, this power is not to be borrowed from others, but to be held in one's own hands.
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At night, the screen knife shop.
"Director, you are finally back! Master Wu and the others are waiting for you in the martial arts hall."
Zhu Shan, the curator of the Pingfeng Knife Hall, is a short, middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He carries a heavy nine-ring sword on his back. When he takes a step, the floor of the knife hall shakes slightly. He nods slightly towards the waiter.
, pushed open the door of the martial arts hall, and the scene he saw immediately made his face darken.
"Old Wu, who is so capable of hurting you?"
Looking at the entire Xingtai City, his screen sword shop is not only one of the best, it is also ranked in the top ten. He is also a director of the Municipal Professional Sword Federation. Generally speaking, when people from the sword shop walk outside, ordinary people have to pay
To save face, why was even Lao Wu, a sixth-level professional, injured today? The identity of the person who made the move deserves his attention.
ten minutes later.
Zhu Shan frowned and said: "You are saying that with the power of a sleeve, a secret force surged, and two doors weighing more than 100 kilograms were lifted from a distance of about twenty meters, and the six of you were instantly knocked away."
Needless to say, the person who crushed Lao Wu in this way must be a powerful swordsman of a high-level profession. This requires a lot of powerful swordsmanship to be able to do it. At least Zhu Shan, who has just entered the eighth level of the profession, does not have this ability.
"At least the eighth level peak, even the ninth level!"
With a solemn tone, Zhu Shan looked at Master Wu who was in front of him with a bruised nose and face, and said in a deep voice: "Old Wu, don't provoke him again. At this age and with this kind of cultivation, he must be a young hero from aristocratic families... In my screen knife studio,
Not to be offended!"
Ninth level!
Master Wu and others, who had already made some assumptions, were all shocked after receiving the authoritative confirmation from curator Zhu Shan.
Qin Tu's face was pale, and there was no trace of thorns in his face. He came from a wealthy family, and several members of the community around him also came from official families, but they were not big roles. With the weight of his ninth-level career and the name of a noble family,
It is still very clear, especially the latter, that it is not a world they can get involved in at all. If they had known earlier, it would be too late to curry favor, how could they dare to cause trouble.
Damn it! What kind of bad luck did those losers have?
Apart from being frightened, he felt very uncomfortable in his heart. His dissatisfaction reached the extreme. In Xingtai City, which was at the peak of the eighth level and even the ninth level, but only the fifth level, he could count it with both hands. If it was placed in the Municipal Professional Sword Federation, a director with real power would be stable.
If you have the background and connections, it is not impossible to be the vice-president. You must know that in a big city, the Professional Swordsman Federation is only half a level lower than the city government. The president is the main leader of the city. Appointments and removals need to be reported to the province.
Reported and approved.
Regardless of the tense atmosphere in the screen knife studio, after a day of hard training, almost everyone in the Xingtai Gymnasium walked out with a knife in hand.
Too tired, not only physically exhausted, but also mentally weak. Such a concentrated exercise consumes a lot of energy. The most direct manifestation is that the cost of high-energy meat meals has skyrocketed. A group of people put together their living expenses, and it is much more.
We need to go out as little as possible, so that we can barely get enough for everyone.
For everyone who left the gymnasium, Su Qinian pressed twice on his arms and shoulders. Han Bing's eyes lit up, and he felt a warm breath on his shoulders penetrate into his limbs and bones. His whole body was warm, although he was mentally exhausted.
I am still tired and need deep sleep to make up for it, but my physical fatigue has improved significantly. Some of the joints that were numb and sore due to overload training are no longer the same.
As a senior who is about to graduate, Han Bing has passed the second-level professional swordsman certification. Although he is not considered to be the best among the students at the same level in the two higher martial arts schools of Gur and Sanjiang, he has also come into contact with some small circles.
, I know a lot of things. For example, now, it is rumored that some swordsmen who are proficient in medical skills can use sword energy to stimulate the meridians and acupoints of the human body, thereby achieving various incredible healing effects. Such characters may not be able to conquer all directions among masters of the same level.
However, he is welcomed by all parties and is an extremely rare doctor.
Teacher Su, where do you come from?
After walking a certain distance, Han Bing couldn't help but look back in the direction of the stadium. After a long time, he took a few deep breaths, clenched his fists, and looked at the black and yellow iron ring on his wrist, with an extremely determined look in his eyes.
These people do not have prominent family backgrounds, lack financial support, and have no access to famous teachers. If they cannot seize such opportunities, how can they pursue the art of swordsmanship and reach the pinnacle of their dreams.
In the blink of an eye, eight days passed.
Early morning, in the gymnasium of Xingtai Higher Martial Arts School.
Eleven figures stood straight in front. Compared with nine days ago, they were almost completely transformed. Each of them revealed a sharp aura of varying sizes, especially Han Binggan, who had the highest level of cultivation.
Come on, even Xiao Lian, who is the youngest, the latest to join the club, and the weakest, can barely sense his energy and blood. This is almost the same as obtaining the first-level professional swordsman certificate.
And himself...
Han Bing raised his hand, looked at his palm, squeezed it, loosened it, and put it down again. In the past, who would have told him that such a huge change could happen in just nine days? He would never have believed it anyway. Now he believes it, but
The world he came into contact with was still too small, and his knowledge was still too shallow. Only now did he really feel that the door to the way of the sword was opening to him.
Buzz!
At this moment, Su Qinian raised his hand, and the black and yellow iron rings on their wrists or ankles flew up into the air and fell into their sleeves.
"Give you an hour to adapt and then set off."
Hearing Su Qinian's voice, Han Bing and others' eyes lit up. The departure of the black and yellow iron ring made them feel an unprecedented sense of relief, as if they could split the earth with one knife, but they also knew that this was an illusion.
It's the difference in strength.
after an hour.
"Teacher Su, the bus has arrived and is ready to go."
A staff member from the Academic Affairs Office of Xingtai Higher Martial Arts School came in and shouted, with a strange look in his eyes. Although the Green Knife Tournament is not a professional league and the school does not attach great importance to it, it still arranged a bus. It was originally planned to arrange a temporarily available swordsmanship tournament.
The instructor was accompanying him, but he was rejected by the sword club, saying that he had already hired an instructor, but he was also a young man.
I don’t know how deep the sky is and how high it is.
He complained in his heart, but remained calm on the surface. To survive in such a complex place as the Academic Affairs Office, observing people's emotions and assessing the situation is also a necessary accomplishment.
"Let's go!" Han Bing shouted.
"Set off!"
Everyone responded in unison, which shocked the staff member. How could this sword club, a group of freshman boys who had only been established for a few months, create such a strong momentum?
With the knife bags on their backs, the eleven people followed Su Qinian out of the gymnasium. Su Qinian glanced at the rising sun above his head. This was the youth he had lost on the earth.
Get on the bus, start the bus, and drive out of the gate of the martial arts school.
Along the way, some students walking on the campus avenue looked sideways and looked suspicious, but after seeing the Green Knife Tournament pass in front of the windshield, their eyes lit up, and their slow pace involuntarily sped up a bit.
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City Youth Knife League, referred to as the Green Knife Tournament.
The competition venue is located at Xingtai City City Stadium, with a capacity of 30,000 people.
This is organized by the Municipal Professional Swordsman Federation, aiming to discover young swordsmen and find seeds for the Municipal Professional League. Therefore, to a certain extent, this can also be regarded as a preparatory event for the Municipal Professional League, but it is not like a professional league.
Whether it is at the national, provincial or municipal level, they are all officially registered in Daxia, and they are only semi-official local events. (Please subscribe, monthly tickets, and Monday recommendation tickets.)