A Billion Times Draw a Sword

"Hiss!" There was a gasp.

The owner of the voice is a boy.

The young man is about the same age as Shen Houbai, about fifteen or sixteen years old, he is none other than Zhang Xiaowei, Zhang Xiaowei that Shen Ge mentioned before.

"Hou...Hou Bai, what a beautiful knife!"

Zhang Xiaowei came to Shen Houbai to bid farewell, just as Shen Houbai said, he was escorted by the head of Wuling County to the General Academy of Wuyuan in the imperial capital.

But as soon as he came, he was attracted by the 'Cicada Wing' placed by Shen Houbai on the bedside, not to mention the 'Cicada Wing' itself, which is the scabbard, with a rising dragon carved on it, that ferocious and terrifying dragon First of all, under Shen Ge's 'ingenious workmanship', the dragon's eyes inlaid with gemstones and its claws and teeth spread out, and Zhang Xiaowei couldn't help but want to touch it.

But before Zhang Xiaowei touched the 'Cicada Wings', Shen Houbai suddenly opened his eyes, and followed Shen Houbai's cold eyes to look at Zhang Xiaowei. Although they grew up together, Zhang Xiaowei was still watched by Shen Houbai He took a deep breath.

"kindness!"

Shen Houbai responded very coldly.

For this, Zhang Xiaowei didn't mind, because he knew that Shen Houbai was already very polite, if it were someone else, he might not even have a 'graciousness'.

"By the way, Hou Bai, the people from the general hospital are here. Tomorrow at the earliest, and the day after tomorrow at the latest, I'm going to the imperial capital!"

Zhang Xiaowei seemed a little reluctant.

"I wish you good luck!" Although it was a blessing, Shen Houbai still looked very cold.

"Then...then I'm going back!"

"Uncle, I'm going back!"

Greeting Shen Ge who was leaning against the door frame, Zhang Xiaowei left the blacksmith shop.

When Zhang Xiaowei left, Shen Ge said playfully while smoking a dry cigarette: "Boy, if you are too cool, you will have no friends!"

"I don't need friends!" Shen Houbai answered neatly.

"Where are you going?"

"Do you want to wait for your dinner?"

"Stinky boy, you are so cool to me!" Even Shen Ge could only helplessly shake his head at his son's cruelty.

...

The sun is setting, but the afterglow of the setting sun will still have a warm feeling on the face.

"Lin Po, bring me a meatball!"

Standing in front of a roadside stall, Shen Houbai said to the grandmother in front of the stall while taking out a few tung seeds.

"Hou Bai!"

"Here, your meatball!"

Sitting on a bench in front of the stall, Shen Houbai ate the most famous Linpo balls of this generation.

But at this moment.

"Hey, brat, this knife is not bad!"

The person who spoke was a young man in fancy clothes, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a long sword inlaid with gems on his waist, he seemed to be the young master of a rich family.

But he is not a familiar face, presumably he should be a stranger.

Shen Houbai ignored the other party, and got up to leave after eating Lin Po's meatballs.

but……

"Tell me a price, how much!"

While speaking, the two people who came with the young man stood on both sides of Shen Houbai, one on the left and one on the right, looking a little bit hostile.

"Not for sale!" Shenhou Bai Yuguang glanced at the young man and said.

"Not for sale? What a cute guy!"

There was a look of ferocity on the young man's face, "Hehe, I don't believe it... There has never been anything that money can't buy in this world!"

Before the words fell, the person standing on the right side of Shen Houbai said.

"Little devil, do you know who we are?"

Pointing to his chest, the corner of the speaker's mouth raised an arc.

With the finger of the speaker, Shen Houbai knew their origins, they were from the martial arts academy, one could tell from the word 'Wu' embroidered on the chest of their clothes.

In addition, there is a word 'General' after the word 'Wu', which together means 'General Manager Wu', which means that these three people are from the General Hospital of the Imperial Capital.

The General Academy of the Martial Arts Academy is a place where fish and dragons are mixed. It does not mean that there are no good people there, but they will definitely not be the majority. It is a place where strength speaks. As long as you have strength, then even if you are a villain, you can let the martial arts academy The top executives turned a blind eye.

Therefore, over time, if you want to gain a foothold in the General Academy, you have to be more ruthless, worse than others, and stronger than others.

Therefore, they are very unfriendly to the new disciples of the General Academy. Fortunately, the General Academy has a rule that the first three years of the new disciples belong to the protected state. Bullying, it depends on one's own ability.

Although it is cruel, the benefits are obvious, that is, the weak will inevitably be eliminated, there is no possibility of exception, even if you are a relative of the emperor, it can still make you cry.

In a sense, the Martial Academy is a very equal place, as long as your fist is 'big enough', you can even ride on the head of a certain prince and shit.

Closer to home, after Shen Houbai saw the identities of these people, they thought that Shen Houbai would submit because of this, but...

"Little ghost, this knife... are you going to sell it or not..."

While speaking, one of the young man's hands was already on the hilt of the long sword on his waist.

Glancing at the young man, then at the left and right sides, Shen Houbai said at the two people who seemed to be followers.

"Are you finished?"

A cold light flashed in his eyes, following Shen Houbai's hand holding the knife, he pushed up the blade with his thumb, and a cold light passed by...

"Ah, kill, kill!" Granny Lin was taken aback, because the young man still had a ferocious expression on his face, but one of his arms had already fallen to the ground.

It took about a breath before the young man came to his senses, and then he yelled out with his eyes wide open.

"Ah! I...my hand, damn it, damn it, kill him, kill him!"

The young man covered his severed arm with the other hand and was hysterical. He didn't notice that when he covered the wound with the other hand, his hand was immediately covered with a layer of frost...

"Md, dare to do it, I think you are tired of work!"

Following the youth's hysteria, the other two who seemed to be attendants immediately drew out the swords they were wearing, but they didn't really draw out the swords, because when they reached out to draw out, followed by two cold lights By the way, their hands that drew their swords also fell to the ground, and the screams changed from one to three.

At this time, Shen Houbai discovered unexpectedly that he had drawn his sword three more times, from the original 5000 times to 5003 times.

Does this mean that drawing a sword a billion times does not have to be a monster, but a human can, as long as it is in actual combat?

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