You promised to practice martial arts, but you have mastered the golden body and Dharma?

Chapter 52 Why was the sword given to him!

[2399 11, 20]
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  On the martial arts stage in the center of the training hall, the time in the corners of the large screen hung on the ceiling silently jumped for a minute. It seemed like a wave of fire was surging underneath. The auditorium was packed with people and heated discussions.

"I didn't expect that someone actually challenged Zhao Li. If nothing else, his courage is commendable. I didn't even want to review, so I came here to watch the election."

"By the way, do you think that Li Jiu can win?"

"I feel like I can't win. Zhao Li has been the number one genius in the Ninth Middle School for a long time. Whether it's the body-building boxing or the transparent swordsmanship taught by Director Lu, he has reached the Xiaocheng realm before Li Jiu. He must be stronger."

"Damn it, Zhao Li has never lost all the way up to now. In the assessment half a year ago, he even cut off Liu Zhuxi's wooden sword. How can you say that Liu Zhuxi is also the second best in our school?"

"But Li Jiu has never lost!"

A small group of people from Class 9 burst into an awe-inspiring voice, just like a lone wolf howling among a pack of dogs. Everyone looked around blankly, only to see Wu Qi, a strong man standing in the corner, staring over, with a determined attitude in his eyes.

One of them, a short man, pursed his lips and said in dissatisfaction: "Then how can we compare them together? Zhao Li is the son of the vice principal, and his level is different. Although Li Jiu is powerful, he is not from our class. Many times he is It’s a small fight.”

"Oh, it's a small fight, can you beat Sun Desheng?"

Wu Qi put down these words and turned to look at the stage.

The short man also snorted and said in a rat-like voice: "So what if I can't beat him? Can Sun Desheng compete with Zhao Libi?"

The people around me smiled, neither agreeing nor objecting.

"Quiet--"

Suddenly, a loud shout swept from the stage, like a crane roaring into the sky. The noisy audience suddenly became solemn, and all looked at the stage. The students who raised their necks to watch raised their eyebrows:
  "Why is Director Lu personally presiding over it? It used to be Teacher Huo's. Hey! Look, the vice-principal is also here to watch, and there are quite a few general subjects teachers."

Looking along the direction of the index finger, we can see the two main seats on the large rostrum. Zhao Qiang is sitting on the left side with his hands on his hands. His face is as cold as a corpse, and the right side is temporarily empty.

The two martial arts teachers behind him have already taken their seats one after another. Wang Shan and Huo Ming's seats are empty, and the next few rows are the general subjects teachers in an orderly manner.

Most of their different gazes fell on Lu Xing in the center of the stage. The back row was 70% mottled and messy, and the front row was 30% cold and solemn.

"I would like to express my sincere thanks to all the students and teachers for watching the training quota election held by our school. After my discussion with Vice Principal Zhao Qiang, who is in charge of martial arts teaching, and the teachers, the election rules are as follows."

Lu Xing stood on the stage like the edge of a sword, with a serious face. His voice was not loud, but it penetrated the soul like a sword whistle. Even the students in the last row could hear it clearly.

“First, the place for tempering is selected through a duel, and the winner gets the place to be selected by the school to go to the Martial Arts Bureau to participate in the tempering ceremony.

Secondly, I am hosting this election. It is forbidden to hurt others maliciously or win through any unfair behavior. Violators will be punished!
  Third, both parties on stage can use lethal swords! "

As soon as he finished speaking, there were whispers in the audience:
  "Are you actually allowed to use a lethal sword? It's not easy to cause problems. If you don't dodge the sword, you will most likely see blood."

"As long as you don't hit the vital point with malicious intent, you can recover a broken arm or leg. And you underestimate the sword sense of a genius in the Huajin stage. Many of them can be mastered. Generally, injuries are caused intentionally by the opponent."

"That's right, and wooden swords can't withstand their torment, so they can only use destructive swords. Use them in the morning and at night." It’s cheap, the sword his father gave him is the top grade among warriors, Li Jiu’s sword may not be able to cope with it.”

"Huh? Hey! Hey! What kind of sword is Li Jiu holding? It seems to be better than Zhao Li's sword!"

Someone looked up and looked at the wide big screen and exclaimed. Suddenly, everyone around them was looking at them. In the center of the screen, Li Jiu stepped onto the martial arts platform step by step. The blade of the sword he held in his right hand was as black as ink. , the edge of the sword reveals a silvery white color like black iron.

The eight-sided Han sword style, the mysterious lines carved on it cannot be seen clearly, but its regularity can be seen.

Its shape is simple and heavy, but it gives people a kind of cold touch that is made by nature. It complements each other in Li Jiu's hands, and the temperament is integrated.

As soon as the screen turned, Zhao Li was already standing on the stage, his eyebrows were raised and unruly, his eyes were cold and stern, and the corner of his mouth was full of arrogance, completely covering up the momentum of the three-foot sword in his hand. Without looking closely, he just felt that it was more delicate than an ordinary long sword. Seven points.

"Judging from the current aura, I feel that Li Jiu is not as weak as imagined. Maybe he can really fight Zhao Li for a few rounds?"

"You still have aura. What do you know? Li Jiu is not weak in the first place. He is a genius in the energy transformation stage. He is also a master of transparent swordsmanship, but his reputation is not obvious!"

"If you don't have a good reputation, isn't it just like being overshadowed by Zhao Li? What's there to say?"

Discussions broke out in the audience, and various opinions merged into two torrents, colliding and blending.

The students in the front row, who were mainly in the martial arts class, were relatively quiet, and most of their eyes were focused on Zhao Li. The students in the back were arguing every word, and a few of them always defended Li Jiu, just like the rocks standing on the coast.

However, before their argument broke out of the audience, it was shattered by a noisier argument. What reached Li Jiu and Zhao Li's ears was just a roar.

A large circle of noise surrounded the auditorium. Zhao Li stood upright on the stage holding a sword. He glanced at Li Jiu's expressionless face, and his eyes naturally fell on the hilt of the sword held by the opponent's right hand, sliding down the sword's edge.

There are spirit-quenching lines on the sword.

It is a sword forged from the spirit-quenching sword embryo.

Father said that Director Lu Xing brought back two spirit-quenching sword embryos two months ago, one for Li Jiu and one for Liu Zhuxi.

Are they really worthy?

Zhao Li's cold and disgusted gaze passed like a sword across Liu Zhuxi, who was sitting quietly in the audience, and then focused on Lu Xing's face for a moment, then he raised his chin slightly and looked at Li Jiu - no matter how good a person is, it is useless to hold a good sword. !
  According to common sense, the spirit-quenching sword is a rare sword that is cherished by warriors. There is no sword that can compare with warriors.

But the sword he took was also a high-quality ordinary sword. It was made by a master forging from his father. At this stage, it was enough to look down on all the swords he could come into contact with except the spirit-tempering sword.

The difference between the stone sword and the iron sword is not enough to bridge the gap between Li Jiu and himself!
  Zhao Li snorted secretly, turned his wrist slightly, turned the blade towards Li Jiu, condensed his mind into a sword, and locked his eyes on Li Jiu like an eagle's claws!
  I would like to see what kind of talented person Director Lu Xing has recruited, and he is so partial to him.

I would rather give him the Spirit Tempering Sword than give me, the number one genius in the Ninth Middle School who has never been defeated!

(End of this chapter)