"Senior Xiao, teach me, I will use the sword like you."

"Xiao Nan, can you teach me too?"

"Senior, I, and I..."

Xiao Nan stopped his swordsmanship and before he could recall the wonderful feeling just now, he saw the girl in front of him, rushing to speak in a slight manner.

There were also a few tough guys who quietly pulled the girls' clothes in the front row.

Pull the person apart and squeeze it hard.

The girl who was being pulled in clothes had a large piece of whiteness on her chest, and she didn't notice it at all.

"Okay, don't delay Xiao Nan's sword practice. He has just learned it. I want to ask for advice, don't you find a teacher?"

Zhang Xiaorou was angry. Are these sluts shameless?

This is in the sword hall, not at home.

"Okay, Miss Xiaorou, don't be angry. I just imagine that I'm making the sword look good like my senior, and I'm so handsome."

"Tsk... I didn't snatch it from you, why are you protecting it like this?"

This is someone who is angry.

Everything said.

However, the people around Zhang Xiaorou obediently dispersed.

It was the first time that Xiao Nan discovered that there were so many girls around him, which was also a very scary thing.

He suspected that if Zhang Xiaorou didn't say anything to stop the girls, the girls would likely fight and cause a bloody accident.

I didn't see a few people tripping and pushing and shoving.

He secretly wiped his cold sweat and looked at Zhang Xiaorou with approval...

At the critical moment, Xiaorou is quite impressive.

She is in the first grade of senior high school and has a bit of prestige, which is quite different from her soft and weak appearance.

...

"Okay, everyone should be familiar with sword style, right? Next, I would like to invite Jiang Lin, the chief elite student of our Sword Hall, to demonstrate sword moves for you in person."

Teacher Yang clapped his palms and pulled the students back to their attention.

All kinds of martial arts schools are better than schools.

Schools teach basic sword styles, body-building methods, and spiritual visualizations, which are just discipline and are not responsible for guiding you step by step.

Not to mention one-on-one practice.

However, major martial arts schools are different. In order to win over students, they will definitely show their most favorable side.

Their slogan is to improve practical capabilities and try to make every student apply what he has learned.

Xiao Nan, the predecessor, was so scared that his swordsmanship was so talented...

He can learn a few sword techniques and teach his younger sister back.

It is not because of some hidden talent, but because it has been taught and carefully guided by elite students.

The teacher is responsible for explaining, while the elite students are responsible for leading the sword with swords and guiding them to be proficient.

After this whole set... no matter how stupid a person is, he can learn it a few times.

Of course, there is no practical ability.

However, if you can learn a move and move it is correct, you will be worthy of the 20,000 yuan membership fee you paid.

No one can say that this kind of service attitude is bad.

...

Jiang Lin showed a reserved smile on his face, and only stood on the stage after Teacher Yang spoke.

In order to facilitate sword teaching, there is a platform with three steps in the middle of the venue, which is specially used for drills and competitions, without rope protection.

Jiang Lin reached out and drew his sword out of the sheath. He didn't say anything at first. He took a few sword flowers and suddenly stabbed them out.

The sword light flashed around the body, and five huge flowers appeared in front, back, left and right, and suddenly appeared and disappeared.

The sword tip pierced in the air, breaking the wind hard, and you can still hear the thunder sound in your ears.

Obviously, his swordsmanship is powerful, and it is the unity of power and beauty.

The bustling students below suddenly stopped talking and looked back.

"My understanding of this trick of falling flowers is fast.

You are so fast that others can’t react, and you will be punished by life and death."

Jiang Lin looked around, especially at the corner of Xiao Nan. He looked at it for a while, and then smiled and said, "Others say that the sword technique of the Four Seasons Sword Hall is just good-looking and not good at practical combat, but I don't think so.

There is no actual combat, just because I am not practicing thoroughly enough.

If you only pursue good-looking moves and not speed and strength, then the sword you practice can only be dance..."

"Is this talking about Xiao Nan." Zhang Xiaorou's face looked ugly, she could hear it.

"Tsk, the ugly brother is obviously jealous of our handsome sword technique. He said this on purpose. I can't think of this sword hall."

"Yes, yes, Xiao Nan's sword technique is so beautiful! Although he lacks two flowers, he has just learned it. It's better than that senior brother, and it's more than ten streets away."

"Don't be fooled, Senior Brother Jiang is right. Sword Techniques must pursue actual combat, and the perfect unity of power and speed is the right way."

Dong Cheng couldn't stand it from the side and leaned forward and said.

"Go aside."

Then, he was saliva-filled by the girls and hid next to him in shame.

I can't afford to offend, I can't afford to offend.

...

After a set of flowers faded in Jianglin, five big flowers shone brightly, and there was even more thunder roaring...

I thought I had used all the techniques of the Xia-like thunder sword, but it was not enviable?

However, things have developed a little differently.

He pricked up his ears and listened to a few words, and became very embarrassed.

Anger also arose in my heart.

Can you do whatever you want if you are handsome?

Even black people can be said to be white... This world.

He kept a stiff smile on his face, not wanting to lose his demeanor: "You all learned very quickly just now, and you have roughly learned this sword technique.

Next, I will invite a student to come up and practice together so that everyone can understand the actual combat.

Xiao Nan, that’s Xiao Nan, please come on stage. If you practice alone, it’s difficult to find loopholes in swordsmanship. It’s better to go on stage to practice it.”

"Just go, senior, go and defeat him." A girl shouted with her fists, her face flushed with excitement.

"Don't go, that ugly senior brother is malicious. Senior Xiao Nan, please practice for a few more days before you can compete with him."

There were also girls who expressed disagreement.

...

"I knew he couldn't help it." Jiang Yu, who stopped and watched the railing on the second floor, suddenly laughed.

As the owner, she still knows the personalities of some elite students in the Yuanjiang Four Seasons Sword Hall.

Jiang Lin likes to show off on weekdays, never admits defeat, and has a little arrogant temperament.

Wu Yuanshan looked unhappy, "What exactly do Jiang Lin want to do? The owner, should you stop him?"

"No, I think it's pretty good. I take this opportunity to see clearly. Moreover, the young man may not suffer any losses."

"Just him, I just finished learning the Three Swords of Chun, so don't be so dirty. If you learn swords in the Four Seasons Sword Hall, if you suffer too much setbacks, I'm afraid that it will affect the reputation of our Sword Hall."

"Uncle Wu, don't you think his sword skills look comfortable?"

"That's right."

Wu Bo echoed that this matter cannot be denied. The flowers just now faded were indeed very pleasing to the eye.

But isn't it because that kid looks good?

If you have a good image, your every move will have unique charm.

Especially women, they have no resistance to these things, after all, they are born to love beauty.

Jiang Yu had a rare smile on her face, “Let’s check his registration information later to see if he can be converted to an elite student?

Last time, the Lijiang Four Seasons Branch sent only one new student, Cao Cheng, tortured our Yuanjiang Branch to pieces and had no power to fight back.

If I don't call back, I feel uncomfortable.
To be continued...