The Brilliant Fighting Master

No matter what the sword hall students think, the Black Wind swordsman still comes to the gate of the sword hall.

"You want to enter the sword museum?"

The middle-aged teacher is a middle-aged man with an elegant temperament, wearing a water-blue robe and feeling dusty.

"Yes," Jiang Chen replied.

"I'm Deng Chen, deputy museum owner. Like other schools, the sword museum has its own admission requirements and must pass rigorous testing."

After the test, the tuition is high.

Even so, many people have no chance to pay tuition.

Hearing the words of the deputy museum owner, the sword museum students were assured that they were afraid to open the back door because of the master.

But if they do business, they have nothing to worry about.

Seeing the lively people think that the sword museum is indeed the sword museum, which can withstand the pressure of Master Luo Cheng.

The reason for such a great posture today is also to announce the attitude of the sword museum.

It is better to be better than to lack.

These are two lines carved outside the gate of the sword hall.

"I know."

The Black Wind Swordsman still looks glorious.

The deputy museum owner didn't leave when he saw these three words, and knew that he didn't give up.

"Let's get started."

The master's face can't be completely ignored, and the sword museum breaks the test for the Black Wind Swordsman.

"Anyone who wants to enter my sword hall must walk across the sword road before they can start."

A female teacher beside the owner of the deputy library turned coldly and saw that she was a severe person.

In the face of such things, the performance is a bit harsh.

Having said that, a flat road appeared in front of the Black Wind Swordsman, but there was an amazing sword-style walkway.

The people around waited and waited, and the disciples of the Jianguan secretly laughed.

"Jianlu looks at an affinity for the sword. If it fails, no effort will be of any help."

A familiar voice came, and Yang Jing appeared in the costume of the sword hall student.

"Talent is everything, work hard to determine the foundation, lack of talent, no matter how strong your perseverance, you have to confess your fate."

He looked at the Black Wind Swordsman, his voice was indifferent, and he did not deliberately mock, but everyone could hear disdain.

Since the grocery store shines, Yang Jing has not dared to provoke Master Luo Cheng.

In the face of Master Luo Cheng's fancy, he should not have messed up.

But who asked the Black Wind Swordsman to enter the sword hall, as a member of the sword hall, he was very unhappy.

"I'm dying for a while, and I don't know if I can afford it." Another teacher, who had not spoken, whispered.

"It was his choice. The sword museum has given the master a lot of respect." The female teacher was dissatisfied.

However, Deng Chen looked at the Black Wind Swordsman, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Do you think it might be a beautiful jade that has not been carved yet?" He said suddenly.

This remark surprised the two teachers, and re-examined the Dark Wind Swordsman.

Soon, the two frowned, indicating that they saw nothing.

"On the surface, I really can't find anything. I just feel it." Deng Chen said.

"It may be his temperament that made Deng Guanzhu mistakenly think so."

The female teacher shook her head gently and said, "If it is a genius, it has already been excavated, and there is no need to go to a place like Jidao Wuguan."

"This is also true." Deng Chen nodded.

This is true. Heifeng Swordsman has passed his teenage years. If he has passed so long, it is really a genius.

Under the eyes of various doubts and jokes, the Black Wind Swordsman took his own steps and embarked on the sword path.

At this moment, everyone was silent and silent.

When the two swordsmen of the Black Wind stepped into the sword path, the sword gas rushed into the sky and burst into madness.

The people around me stepped back subconsciously until they reacted, which wouldn't hurt themselves, and embarrassed to move forward.

The Black Wind Swordsman in the sword path is under tremendous impact.

How horrible this power is, the Jianguan students present were all aware of it.

The sword road is only twenty meters away, and passing ten meters is a pass.

Most people fail in the first five meters.

Disciples of the Sword Museum bet that the Black Wind Swordsman could not walk three meters.

It was clear that the face of the Black Wind Swordsman became very serious, and there was a feeling of difficult steps.

Yang Jing sneered, saying, "Xueguan and Wuguan are completely different."

As soon as the words fell, Heifeng Swordsman stepped forward, taking several steps, more than three meters in a row of surprise eyes.

The Sword Museum students were surprised, but were relieved after noticing that the pace of the Dark Wind Swordsman had slowed down.

There is still a distance of ten meters. At this time, exhaustion means that everything is clear.

The Black Wind Swordsman stayed in place for a few seconds, and when others thought it was impossible, he stepped again.

Going hard, but moving forward.

From three meters to five meters to six meters.

As he approached seven meters, his disciple became nervous.

Yang Jing didn't dare to shout anymore. He put down his hands on his chest and opened his eyes wide.

Female teachers are also surprised, but Deng Chen's eyes are more intense.

After a while, Heifeng Swordsman walked to nine meters, only one final step.

He was tired enough, but the light in his eyes never went out.

"Success!"

When the last step was out, the crowd was boiling.

However, this is not over yet, the sword of the Black Wind Swordsman still looks forward.

"Did it?"

People looked at the remaining ten meters and discussed them.

"What's the best result?"

"Nineteen meters!"

"Yes, it was nineteen meters, created by Jianzun."

"Still don't have too much hope, he walked out at most two or three meters."

Some people look forward to it, some people mock it.

Over there, Yang Jing became nervous.

Fifteen meters is his achievement at that time!

"This guy is impossible." He murmured, his voice filled with uncertainty.

After all, at first he thought that the Black Wind Swordsman could only walk out three meters, and he had already walked ten meters.

The pair fell down at any time from the fourth meter, but it just didn't fall down.

"I look pretty talented in acting."

Jiang Chen Yuguang watched the reaction of the people around him, his heart was funny.

He can't be too dazzling, so he has to be reasonable.

Walking in this stumbled state is full of inspiration.

It wasn't until he reached fifteen meters that he felt really strenuous, but to a lesser degree. UU Reading at www.uukanshu.com

At seventeen meters, the pressure began to increase.

Similarly, he looked like he had lost his way in the desert, walking for days and nights, and was about to collapse.

"What the **** is going on here, why didn't he fall!"

The disciples in the sword hall were going crazy, and Yang Jing was pale.

On the contrary, the people around were very calm, staring at the feet of the Dark Wind Swordsman, counting the record of nineteen meters.

Deng Chen and the two elders also took a few steps forward, their faces were full of shock.

The wobbly kick fell again, and the whole street cheered.

"Broken! The record is broken!"

Jian Guan students looked at each other and couldn't believe what they saw.

But the erect figure was so real that no one could ignore it.