The senior sword master, looking at the whole of Daxia, can be regarded as a strong man.
After all, generally speaking, those who can become senior swordsmen are mostly over the age of destiny, or even in their sixties. Many have lost the qualification to participate in the National League. They are all famous figures of the older generation. The National League is now held every three years.
Generally speaking, ordinary sword masters have a great chance of entering the top fifty, while senior sword masters have a chance to aspire to the top.
Those who are superior to the senior sword masters are those top sword masters who strive to break into the holy realm, and the sword masters who are the divine needle of a country and are regarded as the two core elements of a country's military power together with nuclear weapons.
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After pondering for half a minute, the city leader finally said: "As long as it does not violate the city's management mechanism and does not go too far, we will try our best to meet its requirements."
"That person from the Provincial Professional Swordsman Federation..." the secretary-general said with some worry. He was not someone who could be offended by such a seemingly glamorous little guy from a fifth-tier city.
"I will personally report this matter to the head of the provincial capital."
Standing up slowly, the city government leader who was over sixty years old took a deep breath and looked solemnly. Public opinion had erupted and he could only deal with it. The final decision was no longer something that his small Xingtai City could control.
City Stadium.
Li Changqing's eyes were dull, a little depressed, and a little confused. Is his path of swordsmanship really wrong?
Soon, staff members from the city government's investigation team, all dressed in black, entered the scene and approached.
"Li Changqing, you are suspected of dereliction of duty and abuse of power. Please come with us."
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Half an hour later, the green knife competition continued.
It's just that compared to the raging arena, people's eyes are more focused on the figure walking among the arenas, wearing a coarse white robe.
Li Changqing, who is in the Sword Art Hall of Fame, was defeated. This young man who looked to be only about twenty years old eclipsed all the players participating in the Green Sword Competition today.
In one of the forty arenas, Qin Tu's face was stiff and he wished he could flatten his cockscomb head to make it less eye-catching.
Master Wu, who was dressed in a brocade martial robe, was also frightened. He was obsessed with helping these brats to stand up. If he could go back in time, he would definitely not go! No, he has to be in seclusion for a month, what kind of instructor can he be?
Simply baffling!
Not far away, Zhu Shan, the Curator of the Screen Knife Museum, who was carrying a nine-ring sword and had thick eyebrows and big eyes, was ashen-faced and felt as if he had eaten a dead fly. Who can tell him whether his Yintang has become black recently and he needs to go out for a trip?
Go swimming or something, go around in a circle and relax (o) (my) mind (god).
The green sword competition was going on in an orderly manner. Because of Su Qinian, people showed a very strong interest in the members of the Sword Dao Club of Xingtai Higher Martial Arts School.
The competition went into the afternoon, and the group stage was coming to an end. People were surprised to find that the potential and record displayed by the eleven members of the Sword Dao Society, the bottom of the three martial arts schools in Xingtai City, were not even inferior to Gul.
Except for a few young men and women who are still young and have shallow cultivation, its president, Han Bing, actually possesses the power of the third level of the profession, which is no worse than those seed players who have directly entered the top fifty finals.
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Su Province, Beijing City.
In a single mountain villa in the suburbs.
This is a young man of about thirty years old, wearing a purple robe with gold threads on the cuffs. He looks calm and solemn. Standing there, there is no flaw in his handsome face, except for his slightly feminine eyes and black hair.
It is tied up with a ribbon and is no longer than shoulder length.
He stood in the yard, lowered his head slightly, and could see the continuous buildings in the distance at the foot of the mountain. This feeling made him intoxicated. It was very suitable for him to cultivate his sword skills, and it was also the fundamental reason why he chose to live here.
"Third Young Master, something happened."
A silver-haired old man who looked like a butler walked out of the villa, dressed in a suit and with a serious look on his face.
Three minutes later.
There was a cold light in Qi Yunhui's eyes, and he said coldly: "Li Changqing is a loser. He has failed in many things and failed in many things."
At this time, a bell rang in the old man's arms.
"Third Young Master, this is Madam's phone number."
Qi Yunhui calmed down, straightened his clothes, took the phone, pressed the connect button, and said with some respect: "Mom..."
After a long time, Qi Yunhui hung up the phone, took a breath, and said: "Uncle Li, inform the Provincial Professional Swordsman Federation Office that I will take a few days of annual leave, then pack my things and prepare to return to Longcheng."
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Daxia Dragon City.
This is an ancient capital that has gone through countless changes in dynasties before ushering in the era of technology and swordsmanship where the people are the masters.
This is the capital of Daxia. In this ancient city that has accumulated over the years, there are many aristocratic families. It is a place where truly powerful dragons gather.
Qijia Courtyard.
In this land of Dragon City, where every inch of land is precious, a house covering an area of dozens of acres can be considered a behemoth in this place where aristocratic families gather.
Backyard main house.
A middle-aged woman with a graceful temperament in a moon-white dress is practicing calligraphy in the courtyard. The sun is high in the sky. Against the backdrop of the burnt yellow rice paper, a big word "kill" moves with the tip of the pen, as if wrapped in a golden horse, leaping out.
On paper.
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The setting sun is like blood.
At the Xingtai City Stadium, the Qingdao Tournament group qualifying match finally came to an end. The audience left the venue with some unfinished thoughts. However, they were not paying attention to the event itself, but rather it felt like it had ended in a hurry.
"Teacher Su!"
In front of the ring, Han Bing's eleven people had bright eyes. This may be the most intense day in their lives so far. Some scenes will stay with them for a lifetime and be engraved in their memories.
The results in the group stage were acceptable. Han Bing, Hua Yuan and Qi Yunfei successfully entered the top 50, which was equivalent to Gur's results and only one less than San Jiang.
Su Qinian nodded and didn't say anything else. He also gained a lot from today's battle, but the Xueyang Sword was still too weak to make him realize deeper. The world of Fang Sword Dao still needs a stronger edge.
More and stronger masters will come to polish him.
At night, Pengxin Lidu Community.
At nine o'clock sharp, the bright moon hangs high and the street lights are dim.
At the north gate of the community, a taxi with a foreign license plate stopped. A middle-aged man with a slender figure, short hair like an arrow, and a mask got out of the car. He was holding a rosewood knife box in his hand.
The middle-aged man walked into the community and attracted the attention of the guard. Although swordsmanship is now popular and there are many professional swordsmen living in the community, this was the first time that he felt so uncomfortable. The man could not help but shudder.
As the middle-aged man walked by, the temperature in the air seemed to drop by more than ten degrees instantly.
Two minutes later.
On the cement road in front of the sunroom, a middle-aged man looked slightly surprised in his eyes. Looking at the figure in a coarse white robe shrouded in the moonlight, he chuckled and said: "Being able to sense my Qi in advance, after all these years
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