Mages Are Too OP

Although this young man has no eyes, he looks very well-proportioned, and his height is about 1.8 meters. He is wearing very ordinary gray short sleeves and a pair of jeans.

His godless eyes stared at Roland for a while, then walked over and asked in a feeble voice across the low red brick wall, "Friend, what are you doing here?"

"Look." Roland looked away from the young man, stared at the two students who were practicing against each other in the field, and said slowly, "I heard that this is the Miao Daoshu Museum, so come over to see if it is true. "

The young man grinned emotionlessly. He seemed to be smiling, but he didn't mean to smile at all: "Just look at it."

The two students who practiced against each other were holding long curved wooden swords, which really looked like Japanese swords, and the attacking movements and routines between each other looked like Japanese swordsmanship at first glance.

No wonder some people think that Miao Daoshu borrowed from Japanese swordsmanship.

After watching the two practice against each other for a while, Roland dared to conclude that there was indeed something in this Miao Dao Art Museum.

After all, he has also practiced Sanda for two months, and I dare not say that he is very strong. He is only a little bit stronger than the coach who has practiced for more than ten years, and his eyesight has also been trained.

To practice Sanda, you naturally have to learn how to exert and withdraw strength, and these basic concepts also exist in swordsmanship.

The strength when swinging the knife, the 'smartness' when closing the knife, these things Roland can also see now, the two students who practiced against each other really have some foundation.

After watching for a while, Roland asked the young man, "Where are the boss and coach of this Miao Daoshu Academy, brother?"

"It's all me." The young man's expression was still that kind of powerless indifference. He looked Roland up and down for a while, and said, "You seem to have some foundation."

"Well, I practiced Sanda for two months!"

"Two months?" The young man's expression finally changed a little, like a light feather falling from a calm lake, setting off a microwave.

"Yes." Roland nodded.

"Is that so..."

The young man murmured weakly, and then his right hand suddenly slashed upwards from below, the tip of the palm seemed to be about to poke at Roland's ribs.

At this time, Roland reacted extremely quickly, leaning back on his upper body, his knees subconsciously raised, and he rushed towards the opponent's abdomen.

Just suddenly, his movements stopped.

Because he saw that the young man's hand knife was just a feint, and stopped halfway through. It's just a simple temptation, the kind that doesn't carry any malice.

At this time, the movements of the two of them were a little strange. The young man was half-squatting, his right hand was like a long sword, and Roland was leaning back, as if time had stopped.

About two seconds later, the two of them stood up straight and smiled awkwardly at each other.

The young man no longer had the indifferent and powerless look that he had just now, and his pupils were more excited: "I didn't expect you to practice well. Would you like to come and learn from it?"

"It's said that I practice Sanda, you practice swordsmanship, how could I be your opponent." Roland shook his head helplessly.

"That's right." The young man sighed in disappointment, his expression returning to the weak feeling of salted fish before.

"Actually, I came this time to learn Miao Daoshu." Roland looked at each other and smiled lightly: "It seems that you teach very authentic here, how much is the tuition?"

"Thirty thousand!"

"How much!" Roland suspected that he had heard it wrong.

"Thirty thousand." The young man yawned and continued, "Bao the church. If you are very stupid and can't learn it in a short time, I will teach you until you can. But it doesn't look like a stupid person."

Roland felt a pain in his head: "Your number is too exaggerated. And your environment here doesn't seem to be very good. It feels like there is no grade and it's not worth so much money."

As he spoke, he pointed to the large shed made of double-layered iron sheets. This venue is very much like the ice rink in town twenty years ago.

In fact, his guess was right. This place was indeed an ice skating rink more than ten years ago. It was only later that Internet cafes began to appear, and the ice skating rink could no longer make money, so it was abandoned, and then it was replaced by the opposite side a few years ago. Young people take over at a very cheap price.

The young man said lightly: "You pay money to learn swordsmanship, not to enjoy it. It doesn't matter if the environment is good or not. This kind of place is actually better. Summer training is three-fu, winter is three-nine. It will train people's will more. ."

"Can't it be cheaper?" Roland asked.

"No!" The young man's expression hardly fluctuated.

But the more so, the more it shows that the other party's will is firm, and it is almost impossible to change what he said.

Roland looked at the four students practicing under the shed and asked, "Have they already paid 30,000?"

The figure of 30,000 is nothing to the rich at all, sometimes throwing away several times this figure for a guest at night.

But for an ordinary person like Roland, it was quite a lot. Even though he had nearly 300,000 yuan in his bank card, he still felt it was very expensive.

He looked at the four students who were practicing swordsmanship in the greenhouse, and they didn't look like they were rich or noble, so he wondered if the boss and coach in front of him was trying to cheat some of his money.

"They are my relatives, so of course they don't need money." The young man said as a matter of course, and at the same time he took out a crumpled, unsealed pack of red plum cigarettes from the pocket of his jacket, handed them over, and said, "I can't smoke. ?"

"Thank you, I don't smoke." Roland waved his hand. It turned out to be a relative of the other party, so there is no way.

The young man lit one for himself, took a breath, and exhaled a ring of smoke: "It's good if you don't smoke, you can't smoke if you practice martial arts, it's not good for your lungs. If your lungs are not good, you won't be able to get up your qi. If you have a deficiency of qi, don't talk about practicing martial arts. It would be nice if ordinary life would not be affected.”

Roland stared at the cigarette in the other's hand with a strange expression, his eyes piercing.

"You talk about me." The young man shook the cigarette in his hand, and said in a tone without emotion: "I just put the cigarette in my mouth, and didn't inhale it into my lungs."

So what's the point of smoking like that? Roland was a little puzzled, but he didn't want to understand the reason why the other party formed this quirk. He thought about it and asked, "Then how long have you been in business here, and how many students have you recruited? Your relatives are not counted."

"For more than half a year, there is not a single student from outside." The young man seemed to be quite "upright".

Roland's brows furrowed even more. He was about to speak, but the phone rang.

With an embarrassed gesture to the young man, he stepped aside and answered the phone.

It was Shu Ke who called: "There is a new announcement on the official website, have you read it?"

"I have something to do outside, and I don't have time to pay attention to the official website."

"You'd better watch it now, it's about you."

After saying this, the call was hung up.

Roland remembered that the master planner said that a new announcement would be released soon. Could it be that he was mentioned in the announcement because he reported the bug.

But Shuke's character is also relatively calm, and he should not be a person who makes a fuss because of this.

Roland opened the mobile browser, went to the official homepage of the game, and saw that the announcement had been updated.

After reading it, he silently patted his forehead.

"Game planner, are you kidding me!"