Mages Are Too OP

Although the young man had no eyes, he looked very well-proportioned, about 1.8 meters tall, and wore ordinary gray short sleeves and a pair of jeans.

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

"Look." Roland's eyes moved away from the young man, staring at the two trainees who were practicing in the field, and said slowly: "I heard that this is the Miao Daoshu Museum, so come and see if it is true. "

The young man grinned without emotion. He seemed to be laughing, but he didn't mean to laugh: "Just watch."

The two students who practiced were holding long and curved wooden knives, and they looked like they were very similar to the Japanese swords of the Wa Kingdom, and their attacks and routines at first glance looked very similar to the swordsmanship of the Wa Kingdom.

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

After watching the pair practice for a while, Roland dared to conclude that this Miao Daoshu is indeed something.

After all, he also practiced Sanda for two months. He didn't dare to say that he was very strong. He was only a little more powerful than a coach who had practiced for more than ten years, and his eyesight was also trained.

Practicing Sanda naturally has to learn how to exert and pull back forces, and these basic concepts also exist in swordsmanship.

The strength when wielding the knife, the ‘smartness’ when closing the knife, these things can now be seen by Roland. The two pairs of trainees are indeed a little bit in the body.

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

"It's all me." The young man's expression was still that kind of feeble indifference. He looked up and down at Roland for a while, and said, "You seem to be a little stubborn."

"Well, practice Sanda for two months!"

"Two months?" The young man's face finally changed a little, like a calm lake, a light plume was dropped, and the microwave was set off.

"Yes." Roland nodded.

"This ..."

The young man murmured weakly in his mouth, and then his right hand suddenly beveled from below, and the tip of his palm seemed to be poking Roland's rib.

Roland responded very quickly at this time, leaning back on his upper body, and lifted his knees subconsciously, rushing to the other person's abdomen.

Only suddenly, his movement stopped.

Because he saw that the young man's hand knife was just a trick, and he stopped half of it. It's just temptation, without any malicious kind.

The movements of the two were a bit strange at this time. The young man squatted on the horse step, his right hand made a long sword stroke, and Roland leaned back, as if time had stopped.

About two seconds later, the two stood up straight and smiled embarrassingly at each other.

The young man no longer had the indifferent look just now, and there was more excitement in his pupils: "I didn't expect you to practice well. Would you like to learn from it?"

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

"Yeah." The young man sighed in disappointment, and his expression returned to the weak sense of salty fish he had before.

"Actually, I came here this time to learn Miao Daoshu." Roland looked at each other and smiled lightly: "It seems that you are teaching very authentic here, what are the tuition fees?"

"Thirty thousand!"

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

"Thirty thousand." The young man yawned and continued: "Church Bao. If you are too stupid to learn in a short time, just teach until you will. But looking at you is not like a fool."

Roland felt his head hurt: "Your number is too exaggerated. And the environment here is not very good, I feel there is no grade, it is not worth so much money."

As he spoke, he pointed to the big shed framed by double metal sheets. This kind of venue is like an ice rink in the town twenty years ago.

In fact, his guess was correct. This place was indeed an ice rink more than a decade ago. It was only afterwards that Internet cafes began to appear. The ice rink could not make any more money. This was abandoned, and then only a few years ago. Young people took over at very cheap prices.

The young man said lightly: "You pay to learn swordsmanship, not to enjoy it. It doesn't matter what the environment is. This place is actually better, practice in summer and practice in winter, and practice in winter. . "

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

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

But the more so, the more determined the other party's will is, and the words spoken are almost impossible to change.

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

The number of thirty thousand is nothing to the rich, and sometimes throws away this number several times in the evening.

But for ordinary people like Roland, it is quite a lot. Even if he has nearly 300,000 yuan in his bank card, he still feels very expensive.

He looked at the four students who practiced knives in the greenhouse, and they weren't like rich people, so he wondered whether the boss and coach in front of him wanted to cheat on his money.

"They are my relatives, of course they don't need money." The young man said for granted, and at the same time he took out a crumpled, unsealed red plum smoke from the pocket of his jacket and handed it over, saying, "No. ? "

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

The young man ordered one for himself, took a breath, and exhaled a smoke ring: "If you don't smoke well, you can't smoke if you practice martial arts. It's bad for your lungs. If your lungs are not good, you won't be able to breathe. , It would be nice if ordinary life is not affected. "

Roland stared at the cigarette in the opponent's hand with a strange expression, and his eyes were stinging.

"You say 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 did not **** it into my lungs."

What's the point of smoking like this? 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, "How long have you been here and how many students have you recruited? Your relatives are not counted."

"It's been half a year, and there aren't any outside students." The young man seemed quite 'straight'.

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

He made an embarrassing gesture to the young man, stepped aside, and connected the phone.

It was Shuke's call: "There is a new announcement on the official website. Have you read it?"

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

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

After saying this, the call was hung up.

Roland remembers that the master planner said that a new announcement will be released soon. Is it because he himself reported the bug, so he mentioned himself in the announcement.

But Shuke's character is relatively calm, he should not be a fuss because of this matter.

Roland opened the mobile browser, went to the game's official homepage, and saw that the announcement was updated.

After reading it, he patted his forehead speechlessly.

"Game planning, you are pitting me!"