Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman

"Master, you're back? Hey, are you satisfied? I said earlier that my Wang Zhong ’s name has a word of loyalty, and of course we have to be thorough and thorough. Although we are now down, we ca n’t lower our life requirements. It ’s still delicate. These are all ten sets of laundry that I bought for you, the finest products of Zhenxiufang, yes, there are ... "

Wang Wangzhong was excited and authentic.

Zhe Beichen had a bad feeling in her heart, saying, "Don't tell me, I've given you twenty silver coins, have you spent all at once?"

"Of course it is." Wang Zhong said: "If I don't spend all this money, how can I be worthy of you, Master."

Gao Lin Beichen: "..."

You are so worthy of me.

That's for the cost of the next month.

The day when I **** you was over.

咋 So bad?

咦 "Oh, sir, you don't look well?"

The king steward doubted: "Is it better today than not taking the exam?"

"No ..."

Gao Lin Beichen gritted his teeth authentic.

"Is that ... these things I bought are not delicate enough?"

The king steward asked.

"No, you dog thing, you ... well, well done."

Lin Beichen was about to curse and suddenly remembered his own problem, so he had to give a thumbs up. In order to maintain the old man who spent money like running water, he set down his teeth and blood, and vowed secretly, he must not give it in the future. This old thing is too much money.

He is strange, too.

Both myself and Wang's housekeeper are funeral dogs. By what means did this goods get out of school and get so many goods?

It stands to reason that he has left the campus and should be killed alive by the enemies who are kept outside.

Lin Lin Beichen was strange.

After a while.

"Wow ha ha ha ha, Wang Bo, you did a good job, very good, really worth the money."

Suddenly changed from 'dog stuff' to 'Wang Bo'.

Because Lin Beichen put on clean, comfortable and soft robes inside and outside, and after eating the most famous cakes in the city, I felt that the whole soul was sublimated.

Large real incense scene.

Wang Zhong smiled hehe: "Of course, after all, I still understand you, Master."

The night is deep.

Bei Lin Beichen was in the tent and summoned her mobile phone.

One day passed and 62% of the power remained.

中等 [Medical Xuanqi Condensate] and [Basic Sword Techniques] are both running in the background. The three applications of herbal medicine, history and mystic texture theory are all closed.

In addition, nothing new has appeared on the phone.

Lin Lin Beichen researched for a moment, then put away the phone again.

He is subconsciously reducing the time to fiddle with his mobile phone to save power.

"Three swords style is about to reach the peak of perfection."

"Passing today's test, my level of aura is at least level 6."

"And the actual combat in the class today, although not challenging, also just made me eliminate the fear of being a cross-traveler for the cold weapons in this world. With my own combat experience, tomorrow, no matter who I am facing, The odds are great. "

"Be sure to get first."

否则 "Otherwise, Wu Xiaofang's crazy dog ​​will definitely tear more than just one."

Lin Lin Beichen was thinking over and over again.

As for the temporarily canceled mysterious grades, Lin Beichen was not worried at all.

Because Xuan Qi is in his own body, he is not cheating.

The results are the same no matter how many times you retest.

The only thing that stunned him was that, until today, no new clues appeared on the mobile phone. There is still no clue how to use the mobile phone to return to the earth.

He told himself in his heart, don't rush, take it slowly.

Unconsciously, he entered his sleep.

The old housekeeper Wang Zhong dutifully guarded outside the tent.

On a tree twenty meters away, the old teacher Ding Sanshi, who was hiding in the dark, listened to the sound of doze from the tent and fell into thought.

In the past few days, the prodigal son ate and fell asleep, and never saw how he cultivated.

Where did he come from the god-level comprehension of [Basic Sword Techniques Three Closes] and a sixth-level mystery?

Is there really a genius in the world who can lie down?

Uh ...

Uh ...

The next day.

Tabit continues.

Although the Nineth Class has ended the civil war, representatives have been elected.

But there is still a class with a large number of talented students, such as Class 2, Class 8, and Class 8. The battle is fierce, and it takes longer.

Until noon, candidates for the tenth class of the second grade were finally released.

There are 15 students in one class, 10 students in 2 classes, 10 students in 8 classes, and the other classes range from 5 to 8 students.

The reason why this happens depends on the average level of the students in each class.

最高 The class with the highest average level will get more representatives.

Ten classes add up to exactly one hundred student representatives. A hundred people will take the final full-scale practical examination to compete for the highest glory.

After lunch, the final actual battle was finally kicked off with much anticipation.

One hundred trainee representatives were disrupted and re-drawn.

的 The number of draws determines the opponents in the first round.

Zhe Lin Beichen happened to draw No. 97.

So his first round opponent was a student with a lottery sign of 4.

The second-year performance martial arts field has ten dais, so ten games can be played in each round.

As for the round of the competition, it will be arranged by the invigilator.

Lin Lin Beichen was not in the first round.

Basically, under the deliberate arrangement of the trainees, there are at most no more than two talented seed players duel in each of the ten comparisons.

In this way, the geniuses in the grade can watch each other's games, stimulate each other's fighting spirit, and exert their strongest power.

In the first round, there was Wu Xiaofang's game.

His opponent was from Cheng Ku, the representative of the ninth class.

The two came on stage.

Cheng Cheng bitterly smiled.

His luck was very bad, and in the first round, he met Wu Xiaofang, who was the first in the last contest.

I have no chance.

的 The rules of the actual exam at this stage are very cruel. If you lose one game, it means that you will be eliminated and you will not be divided into losers. Therefore, when you encounter such a hot topic as Wu Xiaofang, there is no chance of it.

"Brother Wu, please be merciful."

Cheng Cheng arched hard.

笑 Wu Xiaofang smiled coldly: "Sympathy? That's impossible."

The process was painful for a while.

what happened?

好像 Wu Xiaofang seems to be very hostile to himself?

I didn't provoke him before.

Competitive start.

The painful drawing of the sword is the starting style of basic swordsmanship.

He was able to stand out from the forty students in the ninth class. He naturally had a certain amount of combat power.

But Wu Xiaofang only sneered. Even the long sword in his hand never came out of the sheath. He came straight to the ground. The sword with the sheath stabbed Cheng Kuzhong's palace and straightened his chest.

Cheng Cheng was bitter and calm, and the [Qianshan Hengsi] in the basic sword technique closed the frame directly.

This is an extremely secure response.

Suddenly, however, the long sword collided with the scabbard, and suddenly a force of counter-shock came.

Cheng Chengku felt that his wrist was numb, and the sword flew away.