Huo Ya turned all kinds of unwillingness into endless motivation, swaying and venting over and over again, until he was exhausted and didn't even have the strength to lift his sword...
Ximen Yu, on the other hand, still maintains an extremely relaxed posture. He only dances and dances with swordsmanship on a whim. He lives a very comfortable life, which is in sharp contrast to Huo Ya.
Twenty days passed quickly, and it was time for the third assessment of the Zhengqing Pavilion Master. The atmosphere at the scene was extremely tense.
"Let me make it clear to you first that this time I will only select seven of your twenty-four disciples whose sword skills are the most suitable to my liking. This means that in this assessment, fifteen more disciples will leave. Come on
"Which one of you will come first?" the owner asked.
"Why, isn't everyone willing?" The museum owner asked after waiting for several minutes but no one took the initiative to show off their swordsmanship.
In fact, it is understandable. After all, this assessment is different from the previous ones. In the end, only seven disciples will be left. Therefore, the sooner you practice, the more disadvantageous it will be, because as time goes by, the people who practice in front will be more skilled in swordsmanship.
The good or bad may have been forgotten by the museum owner. When thinking of this possibility, everyone is very cautious and dare not act rashly.
"Then let me do it first." Ximenyu said with a smile.
"Yes." The gym owner nodded. It could be seen from Ximen Yu's expression that he was the most relaxed among the disciples and took the results the least seriously. This made the gym owner feel very pleased.
So Ximenyu simply performed the moves of Zhengqing Swordsmanship just like he usually dances with swordsmanship on a whim. It seemed careless, but in fact it was free and unrestrained.
"Well, yes, the sword is just like the man." The master of the hall praised it. It seemed that the sword in Ximen Yu's hand was not a sword, but a part of his body structure. It was so harmonious and natural that the master, who was always very harsh on his disciples, couldn't help but praise.
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"Thank you, Master." Ximenyu was also very satisfied with his performance, because he felt that these sword skills were not difficult to practice, so there was no pressure from beginning to end, and he naturally felt very relaxed.
Everyone is envious of Ximenyu. He can get praise from his master whenever he makes a move. So there is a good chance that Ximenyu will stay.
"Who's next?" the owner asked.
As soon as the master finished speaking, Huo Ya and Zeng Yi both raised their hands to signal, while the others were still ready to move. They were not sure whether to start practicing so soon, but while the master was in a good mood, it was a very good opportunity.
, but was overtaken by Huo Ya and Zeng Yi.
"Huoya, then you go first."
"Yes, Master."
So Huo Ya turned his unwillingness to the hilt of the sword and vented it wantonly. It seemed that every time he made a move, he vented his silent efforts for so many years. When the song ended, Huo Ya was already sweating profusely.
"Well, your swordsmanship is domineering, fanatical, and very contagious." The gym owner also commented.
It was rare for Huo Ya to hear his master praise him so much, and he was extremely excited. It seemed that all his efforts were worth it.
"Zeng Yi will be next."
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Soon, all the twenty-four disciples had finished practicing. To the surprise of the gym leader, there were thirteen who felt pretty good about this assessment, so six more disciples were to be kicked out of these thirteen.
Several disciples made him very confused for a while, but no matter what, there were at least a few who gave him hope.
"In this way, the following disciples can stay, Xie Kun, Xiao De, Shan Li, and Ximen Yu." After the master finished speaking, he paused for more than ten seconds.
In these short ten seconds, Huo Ya felt like his heart was about to burst out. There were only the last three places left. Will he be kept?
Also like Huo Ya, Zeng Yi and the others were extremely nervous.
The master finally made up his mind and continued: "The last three remaining disciples who can stay are Zhang Zhan, Zeng Yi, and... Huo Ya. The others whose names were not mentioned are not because you are not good enough, but because you are not good enough.
It’s our Zhengqingxian Hall. Since its establishment, there is only one person who can practice Qingzheng swordsmanship, so I’m sorry.” After saying this, the owner of the hall felt helpless.
When Huo Ya heard his name, his whole body went limp and he was about to collapse. Fortunately, Ximen Yu helped him in time.
It can be imagined from this that the pressure on him is huge, but Ximen Yu is very worried about him. Huo Ya attaches great importance to victory and defeat. He wonders if he will be as lucky as this time in the next assessment. If he
How painful it must be for him if he can't be selected again.
"Oh, everything is fate."
"Let's go, no matter how much we say, it's in vain."
The other seventeen disciples left one after another, with great regret and unwillingness.
"Congratulations to all seven of you, but don't be too happy. There will still be four of you leaving in the next assessment. This time I have upgraded the difficulty. I will only give you ten days to practice the tenth level of my Zhengqing Sword Technique.
Only those who have practiced it are qualified to compete for a deeper level of Qingzheng swordsmanship, do you all understand?"
"Understood." The disciples responded.
"Well, look carefully, you still only have three opportunities to watch and copy, and it is not that simple to correct the tenth level of swordsmanship."
"廻廻, 簰簌,...咚咚" The master danced his sword skills, making different sounds from time to time. This was caused by the friction between the master's sword energy of different strengths and the air.
Soon, the three demonstrations were completed, and the master of the hall still went his own way and left, no matter how these seven disciples wanted to practice his tenth-level Zhengqing Sword Technique.
Xie Kun, Shan Li, and Xiao De each had their own gains, so they left immediately to find a quiet place to digest the swordsmanship that their master had just practiced. Only Ximen Yu, Zhang Zhan, Zeng Yi, and Huo Ya were left at the scene.
Ximen Yu also pondered for a while and realized something. When he was about to practice, Huo Ya hurriedly came up to stop him and said, "Brother Yu, no." After saying that, he glanced at Zhang Zhan and Zeng Yi. His meaning was very clear.
He reminded Ximen Yu not to show it in front of them, lest his competitors Zhang Zhan and Zeng Yi learn from him. Seeing that their eyes were moving around like him, Huo Ya knew that they, like him, had not learned the master's sword skills.
"Huo Ya, what do you mean? You are allowed to secretly learn from Ximen Yu, but you are not allowed to learn from Ximen Yu openly." Zeng Yi mocked.
"It's just that Ximenyu acts openly and aboveboard. I really don't know how he can be a brother with someone like you." Zhang Zhan also echoed.
"Brother Yu, let's go and ignore them." Huo Ya couldn't wait to let Ximen Yu go with him. After all, ten days are very tight. If he doesn't hurry up, even if Ximen Yu is willing to give careful guidance, he may not be able to practice.