Twisted Realm

"What kind of swordsmanship is he practicing? Why isn't he moving?"\\

Zheng Qi'er asked curiously. Several other people also felt a little curious.

Who is standing still while practicing swordsmanship?

"Maybe it's meditation, right? I heard that there are similar steps in Quintel's swordsmanship. Before you start practicing, you need to take five to ten minutes to meditate and let go to achieve the best training effect."

Torner guessed uncertainly.

"Kuntel swordsmanship? I heard that Kunter swordsmanship can condense cosmic energy or something. Isn't that a lie?"

Zheng Qi'er said with a frown.

"Maybe people really don't know how to fight swordsmanship. They come to the park for morning exercises to play Kuntel swordsmanship to keep fit and keep fit? No wonder they have to come over to participate in our exchange meeting, maybe because they are afraid of losing face?"

One of the teenagers guessed.

"I think so too. It's quite humiliating to say such a thing at a young age to practice swordsmanship that only the elderly can practice."

Several other boys and girls also nodded in agreement, having no interest in Meng Xuan's side.

"What? What are you discussing?"

At this moment, a handsome boy wearing protective gear came over, and he was one of the two masters who had just been surrounded by the crowd for actual combat training.

"It's over, Varic? We're discussing what kind of swordsmanship the guy over there is practicing while standing still."

When Zheng Qi'er saw the person who came, a bright smile appeared on her youthful and beautiful face.

Varic, but the strongest of their Linglong High School Swordsmanship Club, two or three ordinary members may not be able to beat him together. He is handsome and polite, and he has a lot in the club and even in school. The popularity of Zheng Qi'er was originally for Varic.

"Oh?"

Varic wiped the sweat from his face, and after hearing this, he also looked curiously in the direction everyone was looking at.

"That person seems to be about the same age as us. We invited him to the exchange meeting just now. He said that his swordsmanship was too bad and didn't come. We guessed that he was practicing Kunter swordsmanship, and he was not good at actual combat. Meditation. Senior Varic, I heard that the martial arts of Kunter’s department are very mysterious, and they can even absorb cosmic energy through meditation, is it true?”

Zheng Qi'er blinked her big eyes and spoke to Varic.

Varic didn't speak. Looking at the back standing not far away, he felt a little familiar, as if he had seen it in the swordsmanship hall where he trained before.

etc.

Isn't that the guy?

Varic's hand holding the towel trembled slightly.

"What's wrong with you, Varic? The other party should be a rookie practicing Kunter swordsmanship. There's nothing to see."

A teenager in the crowd looked at Varic strangely and asked.

"Shhh!! Don't talk nonsense, be careful of being overheard by that person, that's a super expert!!"

Varic reacted and hurriedly covered the boy's mouth.

Is it really that guy, Meng Xuan?

Varic is also one of the students who paid to study at the Tianhe Sword Art Museum on weekends. At that time, Isis and Zhao Chuanwu were in conflict. Isis chopped several students in a row, and he was the one who was stabbed in the stomach and vomited. .

He and Meng Xuan have been training together for about three months. Even if they don't talk much, at least they know each other.

This guy is a ruthless man.

Meng Xuan easily dodged Isis's attack at that time and cut off Isis's wooden knife with one knife. At this time, he still vividly remembers the scene. You must know that Isis can hit five casually and his strength. Almost the same students!

In addition, he also got some gossip. It is said that the reason why Tianhe Sword Art Museum is closed now is because the strongest leader, Zhao Chuanwu, took someone to seek revenge for this guy, but he was cut to pieces by a knife. Half of it was scrapped, he couldn't afford to offend such a ruthless person.

"That guy is a master? How tall is he?"

Zheng Qier, Torner and others were stunned when they heard the words. It seems that this person is really a master in practicing Kunter's swordsmanship?

"How tall is it? Hmm... I shouldn't have a problem with six or seven."

Varic pondered and estimated for a while, and felt that Isis could easily play five or one, Meng Xuan was so much stronger than Isis, he would definitely have no problem playing six or seven.

"Hit... six or seven of you?! Are you sure you're right?!"

Zheng Qier Torner and others opened their mouths with disbelief.

Is it so exaggerated? If it is calculated like this, it is not enough for him to fight alone with a dozen of us?

"That's right."

Varic nodded solemnly and said.

Before everyone could continue to speak, the student on the other side who had just practiced with Varic took off his protective gear and came over.

"You are very strong. This time we are even on a tie. There will be opportunities to contact more in the future. Having an opponent with comparable strength will make progress much faster."

The old-fashioned student with the national character face smiled and said to Varic.

Then he saw that everyone's faces were a little weird, so he asked strangely, "What's wrong with you?"

"Walich said that the guy over there is a super master of swordsmanship, and he can beat him six or seven..."

Zheng Qi'er pointed at Meng Xuan and said to the Chinese character face.

"you sure?"

Guo Ziyan looked at Varic suspiciously.

"Sure."

Varic nodded, only stronger, not weaker.

"There is still such a master?! Then I must go to ask for advice!"

Guo Ziyan looked at Meng Xuan's back, and a fierce light shone in his eyes.

"just forget it······"

Varic said speechlessly, this guy doesn't seem to be easy to get along with.

"How can you forget it? If you can really beat six or seven of you, then you are really a top-level expert. At our level, how can you improve your swordsmanship without asking the experts for advice? Besides, I see that he is about the same age as us, maybe You can still make friends, you wait, I'll come when I go."

Guozi face waved his hand, holding his wooden knife and walking towards Meng Xuan with shining eyes~www.novelmt.com~ Varikila didn't hold back, he couldn't help but muttered in his heart, this guy won't be slashed with a knife Remnant?

At this time, Meng Xuan really didn't notice the approach of the national character's face.

Almost all his attention was focused on the sea of ​​​​the mind, and he continued to deeply visualize the strange phenomena that occurred when the strange ceremony was held.

The twisted, chaotic, disordered, terrifying, and mysterious aura of the black figure accumulated more and more in his heart, and the information light group representing the strange ritual rhythm became more and more violent, as if it had been completely stimulated. .

Just when Meng Xuan felt something burst out in his heart, he was ready to use the power of his mind and eyes.

"Hello, can I disturb you?"

The voice of the national character face suddenly came from behind him.

Meng Xuan seemed to be frightened, and turned his head suddenly, the images of the thoughts and the power of mind and eyes that had been accumulated in his heart erupted together.

Guozi face only saw that a dark purple light flashed in Meng Xuan's eyes, stinging his eyes.

His spirit suddenly became dazed, and the surrounding scenes changed rapidly. He seemed to be in the dark forest. In the darkness, tentacles stretched out and wrapped around him, and the twisted and slender shadows chanted. Crazy raving, walking towards him with light and slow steps.

Granulations grew on his body, the tops of the buds bloomed like flower buds, giving birth to tiny eyes, staring at him emotionlessly.

In an instant, an indescribable strangeness, madness, and distortion hit his heart, arousing infinite fear in his heart.

"Damn!!!"

Guozi's face let out a high-pitched scream that was completely inconsistent with his rough appearance, his eyes turned white, and he fell straight to the ground, twitching non-stop.