Chapter 190 Requesting a Sword Competition
“Sorry, I have class D in the evening, so I can’t discuss it with you, and I don’t understand it very well. I have to ask other people, maybe you can catch this Have a chance to ask Brother Ji? "
Tang Yue felt strange, why did this person go to her place for the first time when they met? Does she look like a fool?
What's more, this woman's surname is Dongfang. Tang Yue is wary of people with the surname Dongfang, and it is even less likely that he will develop any friendship with her.
"You are right, I can ask Senior Brother Ji, this is a good opportunity." Dongfang Qing's eyes lit up, as if she really loved Senior Brother Ji.
Tang Yue shrugged. She had no idea what was going on, so she had to be careful. She walked out of Class B and walked towards the room where Class D was in class.
I didn’t notice Dongfang Qing staring at her behind her, with a thoughtful look on her face.
Class D has many courses and the students are very busy. This is also a test for their concentration and willpower. Practice should start from a small place. If you can't withstand this pressure, don't worry about your future practice. .
Considering the pressure of the course, Tang Yue and Shang Fanling chose swordsmanship that they were familiar with in the martial arts course. They had learned the basic moves in Kunwu City before, and now it is easier to learn them.
In the martial arts class, they also practiced in pairs, eliminating the embarrassment of talking to strangers.
The kendo course is held in an open-air martial arts arena. After the kendo master teaches the sword moves, he will leave a lot of time for the monks to practice on the spot. There are instructors who take turns watching and giving guidance on how to improve.
Suddenly, a young male cultivator walked up to the two of them and said to Tang Yue: "I heard that Kunwu's swordsmanship is exquisite. I want to ask you for advice. Both of us don't use spiritual power and compete directly with each other. "How about the move?"
Tang Yue turned to look at this person. He had an ordinary face and was in the foundation-building stage, but the sword in his hand was extraordinary. No wonder he wanted to suppress his cultivation and simply compete with himself in sword moves, otherwise Tang Yue used Nascent Soul to cultivate and was able to fly away with one palm.
She raised her eyebrows and asked back: "Who are you?"
"I am Zhao Hao, from Xuanjian City."
Tang Yue said in surprise: "Xuanjian Why do the disciples from the city come to Wuji Mountain to study instead of Xuanyuan Mountain? "He must be able to pass the Wuji Mountain because of his good strength, and entering Xuanyuan Mountain is not a problem.
The face of this male cultivator turned red. His family was rejected by Xuanyuan Mountain and was not allowed to enter Xuanyuan Mountain again. They could only rely on their friendship from a hundred years ago to secretly take care of him and arrange for him to enter Wuji Mountain. .
This incident is a scar on their family, and no one can expose it. This woman actually asked about it, and it is indeed as hateful as she heard.
“I yearn for the academic atmosphere of Wuji Mountain. Wouldn’t you like to take a Taoist course?”
The people next to him laughed at him, “Brother Zhao, you have failed the Taoist course. , stop saying that.”
Zhao Hao turned around and said angrily: "Shut up!"
He turned around, picked up the sword in his hand, and said to Tang Yue: "Do you dare or not?"
Tang Yue asked again Said: "Is the lord of Xuanjian City still named Zhao?"
Everyone was quiet now. This matter is a hidden pain of the Zhao family. Their family has indeed been the lord of Xuanjian City in history, and has been for generations. inheritance. Six hundred years ago, due to some things, he lost his position as the city lord and was punished by Xuanyuan Mountain and was not allowed to enter Xuanyuan Mountain again.
Since then, the power of the Zhao family has plummeted, and they can only survive in Xuanjian City. No one can mention this matter to the Zhao family, and anyone who mentions the Zhao family will fight to the death.
Zhao Hao's face turned red and purple: "I want to fight you to the death!"
Tang Yue raised his eyebrows: "Are you sure?"
There was another man next to him. A monk grabbed Zhao Hao and whispered something to him, and he calmed down.
He then said: "You insulted my family, and I have to avenge you. However, I am only a foundation-building monk, so I will definitely not be able to defeat you. If you have the guts, come with me to the competition stage where cultivation is suppressed. A life and death battle."
Tang Yue scratched his head, "I didn't insult your family, I just asked." She didn't have time to learn about the main families in Liuzhou Continent. , I just wanted to ask, why is he so excited?
"Stop quibbling, let's go to the stage over there." Before he came, he had already asked which stage was the one that could suppress cultivation.
Tang Yue shook his head, "I refuse. I have many things to do and I don't have time to compete with you. We will go to the library after another half hour of practice." The sword competition must have lasted more than half an hour. , she also wanted to find some Taoist books to read.
Zhao Hao was stunned for a moment. The monks he had seen in the past would definitely come forward to fight when provoked like this. Is it because she was a woman?
"Brother Zhao, if you have nothing else to do, just leave. I will practice for a while and then leave. Also, I really don’t mean to insult your family. I just heard about it by chance. , Just a casual question."
The more she downplayed it, the more Zhao Hao felt that this woman was playing tricks on him, and his expression became more excited, "Then I will risk my life today to fight for the honor of my family." After saying this. In a word, Zhao Hao pulled out the sword in his hand, a green light flashed, and the sharp sword energy emitted from the blade. Everyone onlookers could feel it. It was indeed a good sword.
Zhao Hao used his lifelong skills and stabbed Tang Yue with a very fast attack. It can be seen that he has a good talent in swordsmanship and has practiced hard.
The onlookers thought his sword moves were beautiful, but it was a pity that the opponent was just a Nascent Soul monk.
Tang Yue shot out a chain, tied the person tightly, and then took him to the kendo master who had been pretending not to see him.
"Master, this person attacked fellow practitioners for no reason in class, how should we deal with it?"
"It's just a friendly discussion, not an unprovoked attack. Besides, you are a Nascent Soul cultivator. How could he hurt you?" The master responsible for looking after the disciples hopes to be as friendly as possible. Someone has said hello to him about this matter today. Gave some spiritual stones.
Tang Yue raised his eyebrows: "Master, are you discriminating against Yuanying monks? Yuanying can be attacked for no reason. If a hundred foundation-building monks attack me today, do I deserve it? "
The swordsman master said helplessly: "Where are there a hundred monks?"
"Master, since you said that this kind of thing is a sparring match, that means I beat him to death. Is this normal during the sparring session? Then I will spar with him now."
Tang Yue raised his hand and slapped Zhao Hao on the head. The people next to him looked anxious, "Fellow Taoist Tang, No. "
The reason why Zhao Hao wants to have a sword duel with her on a competition platform that suppresses cultivation is that her cultivation is higher than those of them. Otherwise, there is no way to hurt her.
The monks in the Ding class are usually monks in the foundation building stage and the golden elixir stage. There are several monks who are Nascent Soul and above and will not be with them, so they come up with this trick to let them Zhao Hao, who is good at swordsmanship, comes.
If it kills him now, the Zhao family will not let these instigators go.
The masters hurriedly stopped her, "Brother Tang, you can't do this. You can't hurt people's lives at will in Wuji Mountain."
"Then why can he hurt me at will? You just said it was a sparring match. In the competition, life and death depend on strength.”
Just now, Tang Yue's coercion was concentrated on Zhao Hao's head. He really felt that he was going to die. He was so frightened that he lost control. A smell of urine filled the air. The monk's five senses were sensitive and he could smell it. He couldn't help but frown.
Tang Yue was amused. It turned out that the monk could not control his sphincter under extreme fear.
The masters were helpless, knowing that Tang Yue must pursue this matter, otherwise they would not give up, and her grandfather was the person in power in Wuji Mountain. They were just the leaders of Ding Squad and could not afford to offend.
He had no choice but to say: "Zhao Hao attacked his fellow disciples for no reason. He shut himself up for a month and was not allowed to come to the school."
This punishment sounds very light, but missing a month of classes is not easy to make up for. It's very likely that you won't be able to pass the year-end exam, and you'll have to leave Wuji Mountain by then.
The people who encouraged Zhao Hao to do this showed regret. They ruined his future just for a few spiritual stones and a chance to get back into the big family.
Originally, Zhao Hao was very academic-oriented, and he was on the edge of a few subjects. He studied hard and had family connections to get in. If he doesn't attend classes for a month, he will most likely fail the exam.
Tang Yue put away the chain, used a cleaning technique first, and then put the chain back. She didn't want to get any liquid on it.
After this happened, she didn’t want to stay. It would be better to practice in her grandfather’s sword formation. She said to Shang Fanling: “Sister, let’s go first. I think the masters will understand us. ”
The masters really didn’t dare to speak.
Shortly after they left, the other students also dispersed. Those friends who used to be with Zhao Hao helped him up and comforted him: "We will lend you your notes and teach you."
Zhao Hao looked frustrated and was about to stand up when the sword in his hand suddenly lost control, flew out of the scabbard, circled in the air, and plunged straight into his abdomen.
This incident shocked the people on the side, "Brother Zhao!"
Zhao Hao fell to the ground, blood gradually spreading from his abdomen.
(End of this chapter)