Wizards Can Collect

a new day.

　　 Rock took apart the cloth strips on his arms and found that the scars had become scabs, and gently pressed ~ pressed the vicinity without any pain.

　　 "Healing ~ The essence is good, but it consumes too much. A small half bottle of medicated oil collects a few drops of essence. The ratio is not easy to judge."

　　 He's quite satisfied anyway.

　　 What worries him is that there is no response to the ‘collection’ on the panel, it is still zero, which makes him a little worried.

　　 "Rock, get up quickly, the school is assembled, don't forget." The knock on the door sounded quickly, followed by Fermat's voice.

　　 "This guy---" He opened the door, and there was no one outside.

　　 It's not to blame Fermat for being so anxious, because someone taught them the secret method today, and the servant brought news at dinner yesterday.

　　 Rock did not forget the envy in the eyes of his servants and his attitude different from before. There was a little more respectful tone in his speech. It was the first time he heard the term ‘Master Rock’ when he grew up like this.

　　 He tidied up his strong clothes, hid his iron sword in the cabinet of the room, and hurried to the school grounds, and found that everyone here was there. He was the last one to arrive.

　　 A group of vigorous boys and girls, mostly with dark circles under their eyes, must have not slept peacefully last night.

　　 On the other side, the same group of boys and girls, surrounded by servants, rushed to them quickly, and many people gathered together and pointed.

　　 After a while, teacher Larry walked up to the front stone platform.

　　 Larry is an orphan adopted by Viscount Bambora. He is very talented. He has been cultivated since childhood and has grown up to an intermediate knight. He was awarded the title of ‘Lord’.

　　 "Quiet! I am your swordsman instructor-Larry!"

　　 The school ground quieted down suddenly, and the servants hurriedly left.

　　"Thousands of years have made the great Bambara family, and only after thousands of years of groping have the secrets of family inheritance.

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　　At this moment, you are fortunate to study. You must be pious, live up to the blood and sweat of your ancestors, exercise hard, and remember the glory of the Bambora family! "

　　 Larry's voice was calm and powerful, and it was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears, as if there was a force, causing their blood to boil uncontrollably.

　　 "For the glory of Bambora!"

　　 "For the glory of Bambora!"

　　 On stage and off stage, the atmosphere became eager, and the teaching began to teach the secret method.

　　 Listening to the brainwashing opening remarks, Rock curled his lips from the stage, pretending to be in agreement a few times.

　　 "Our Bambora family is good at single-edged swords. We are famous for "slashing". We all remember that the sword is called "Redstone Array Slashing Sword". We can only advance without retreating."

　　 "This is a forward cut, a horizontal cut, an upward cut, an oblique cut, and a vertical jump cut---"

　　 Larry explained while practicing with a sword, every time he slashed, it would cut through the air and drive the sound of the wind.

　　 Every move has a matching pace and a matching way of exerting force.

In addition, there is the most core "Knight Breathing Method" called "Red Stone Breathing Method", which uses special breathing rate and intensity to stimulate the "Qi" in the moving body and let the Qi of life run, thereby achieving Strengthen the purpose of the body.

　　 A strong body produces more life qi. When the life qi accumulates enough, it activates the seeds of life in the body in one fell swoop, awakens fighting qi, and becomes an official knight.

　　 This process is simple to say, but difficult to do. First, it requires a certain talent, and secondly, it requires a lot of high-intensity training and supplements with enough nutritious food.

　　 The first step is to find the qi sensation in the dark and let the body adapt to the knight breathing method.

　　At present, the most important thing is to learn, master sword skills and breathing methods.

　　 Larry slowed down his movements, and took a full set of swordsmanship for forty minutes.

　　 "It doesn't matter, study slowly. I will give you two months. After two months, the unqualified will be eliminated. Don't follow me again, understand?"

　　 "Understand!"

　　 The people under the stage were shocked, their faces became more serious, and they stared at Larry without blinking.

　　 The moves are not difficult to learn, and the pace is also easy. The most difficult is the force and breathing method, as well as the coordination of all things to form a unified secret technique.

　　 Two months is very tight, and no one is sure to learn the whole set of "Redstone Sword Sword".

　　 Rok had a basic training foundation and learned superficial sword skills. It was not difficult to get started. Unlike some people, he was a complete novice. His sword swing was oblique, scaring the person next to him quickly away a few steps.

　　 "This single-edged sword is like a horizontal sword. It has to be named "sword". The nobles are hypocritical." Roque said secretly. The nobles used swords because the swordsmanship was elegant and noble, and the sword was a weapon that mercenaries liked.

　　 Under the leadership of the training, they practiced a full set of swordsmanship three times, and they were sweating. Swordsmanship training is really not an easy task, and it takes a lot of physical strength and energy.

　　Larry explained the related matters. After leaving, a group of talents dared to relax. Most of them sat on the ground with a fart, and some collapsed to the ground.

　　 "Rock, how do you feel? Have you learned it?---No, it feels so difficult, but I will definitely learn, for sure!"

　　 Fermat was lying on the grass, and the words in his mouth never stopped. A man talking to himself made him speechless.

　　 "Hey, you guys, how can this be done? Look at you, do you look like a disciple of the Bambara family?"

　　 A few direct children approached from the other side, and as soon as they stepped forward, they arrogantly counted the illegitimate children, and they came to find fault.

　　 But people are right. Many people are used to civilian life and behave inappropriately, especially when they are extremely tired.

　　 Although their faces are ugly, many illegitimate children are secretly happy. From the words of the other party, they have begun to accept their identities. They criticized them because they did not do the right thing.

　　 "Sorry, we will definitely correct it in the future."

　　 Among the crowd, Noah stubbornly stood up with his tired body, and the others stood up one after another after hearing the words, leaning against the ground with their swords, so as not to lose face.

　　 "Do you have anything else?" Noah asked nervously, seeing that they hadn't left.

　　 "As you saw a few days ago, our people were punished. He was the first to act and drove us. He made a mistake and deserves to be punished. We approve." Alers said slowly.

　　 As he said, he looked to the side, and the other children nodded in agreement.

　　 "We also recognize it, it's all over, isn't it?" Noah responded quickly, with a bad feeling in his heart.

　　 "No, it's not over yet, one of you also made mistakes." Alers shook his head, "Who was the first to do it?"

　　 "Yes, my grandfather is partial, so why only punish us?"

　　 "If justice is to be done, one of you must be punished. This is fair. Otherwise, we will not reach a reconciliation."

　　 Along with Alace, the other noble children echoed one after another, speaking righteously one by one, as if they were coming to seek reconciliation.

　　 The illegitimate children were stunned. The day was too chaotic, and no one noticed. Which of them was the first to do it, let them say what they said.

　　 did not wait for them to answer.

"is it you?"

　　Arles looked around and pointed at the person on the left.

　　 Fermat didn't expect that the other party would suddenly point at him, and his ears sounded like a blast of thunder, which blinded him. The eyes of his companions were mixed with sympathy and other complex emotions, which made him even more flustered.

　　 He is timid.

　　 "Think about it carefully, who did it before you and is near you again?" Alers' voice sounded, allowing him to find a straw.

　　 "It's Rock. I followed Rock. I'm definitely not the first one." Fermat blurted out the words. In fact, it was so, he still remembered.

　　 "Oh, who is Rock?" There was a smile on Alers' face.

　　 Many people's eyes turned to Roque. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 Seeing this, Rock took a step forward, walked to a few people, and stood face to face with Alers.

　　 "I'm Rock." As soon as Alers appeared, he recognized him at a glance, the direct descendant he met outside the animal pen yesterday.

　　 "Then, you are the first to do it. For the sake of harmony between everyone, you should be willing to accept punishment?" Alers didn't want to give him a chance to refute.

　　Rock was silent.

　　 The other party made it clear that he wanted to stand up in front of his illegitimate child. As the self who offended him, he was chosen as the object of his prestige, and he did two things with one stone.

　　What a clever method, at this moment, he must admit that the noble child in front of him is more cunning and careful than he thought.

　　 He looked away.

　　 The other party came prepared, I'm afraid it's not easy to punish.

　　 He couldn't admit it, and inexplicably carried a scapegoat. But, who made the move before him, could it just point to one person at random?

　　 Will the opponent let him go easily?

　　 "Or, it's not him, it's you--or you?" Alers walked around Rock, walked closer to the crowd, one step closer, and pointed randomly at the crowd.

　　 The people he pointed out shrank their necks and stood there stiffly.

　　 "It may be Rock." Someone pointed out in a low voice.

　　 "Yes, it's Rock." Someone echoed in the crowd.

　　 "Rock was the first to move and close, I remember."

　　 "Rock made a mistake and must be punished!"

　　 People like to follow the crowd, especially when it is good for them. In a few words, most illegitimate children point out that Roque is the one who made mistakes.

　　 "No, no, Rock, please tell someone else---" Fermat woke up and tried to explain, his voice was covered by many voices.