Rebuild the Upgrade Path

"The first competition-start!"

With an order, the two people on the ring finished their salutes and only stepped back and withdrew the sword behind them!

Daomen weapons are nothing more than swords and dust, and most people prefer straight, hard swords.

Like being tough, this is a habit that boys have developed since childhood!

"Look at the sword!"

A young man shouted, rushed out first, and cut it off with a sword!

The other was also unwilling to show weakness, and immediately raised his sword to parry, the two of you came and went, and launched a close attack, with one sword and one sword, both are vigorous!

"Two good kids again." The old master said with a smile sitting on the stage.

"Yes, yes." The old men around nodded and laughed. Everyone can tell that these two people are rushing to the elite students, working very hard.

Although this style of play makes them feel very naive, they have a feeling of "playing and lying down by themselves", but after all, this is a student who has just studied for about a year. What else is required of them?

But off the court, as a person who needs to play, Ding Yiming is not so calm.

He was personally handed down by the celestial master, and his natural strength was superb. After nearly half a year of cultivation, his strength was no longer the same. Seeing the two fighting, he could see something.

With every move, every style, the collision between the sword and the sword, he could see the problem. One person revealed the flaw, but the other person did not find it. Which one should take after this trick, but did not do so, so that he did not gain an advantage...

Like a commentator for a live game game, he actually sweated a little down below.

But there is one thing that he has never discovered, that is, when he knows what to do, but the other party does not know, he has proved that he is better than him...

The two people fought more and more bravely on the field. Although they were panting, they were still fighting. The collision between the swords became more and more intense!

Suddenly, one of them weakened his arm in a collision, his strength was exhausted, he reached the limit, he couldn't hold it, and he was defeated.

The process of the competition is only for points. When one side shows a clear defeat, it means that the battle can be over.

The man exhausted his strength, but the opponent still had spare energy. If he cut off with a sword at this time, he would have no way to resist!

When the sword of the person in front of him fell and was about to fall on his head, it was bounced off by an invisible force. The sword deflected instantly and fell to the ground.

"The victory is divided!" The elder who served as the referee shouted, retracting the hand that had just snapped his fingers.

During the competition, various situations will occur. When one party feels that the other party cannot be solved, it is likely to pretend to sell a flaw, causing the other party to relax, and then give a fatal blow!

And if the referee stopped the game when he pretended to be weak and sentenced the other side to win, it would be too funny...

Therefore, it was later decided that unless it was the real juncture of life and death, the result should not be announced.

Just now, when the man's sword was about to fall on his head, and he had no intention of resisting, the referee made the shot.

It is precisely because of this rule that the referee must be an elder-level figure!

Only those who have reached this level can guarantee that they can help and end the battle at the most dangerous moment.

Two people on the field went off the field one after another. The winner was ecstatic, and went back to receive praise from the master. The loser was full of frustration, and the brothers were comforting him.

Those who left the court did not pay much attention. On the court, two students came on stage again, each holding a sword.

"The second scene-start!"

As soon as the referee's voice fell, one of them immediately rushed up. As in the previous game, one approached, while the other just stood still and braked.

However, this round was different from the last round. In the last round, both of them were competitive and eager to win, and both came for the elite students. Although they attacked and defended, they were tricky.

But in this game, it was obvious that the side that was receiving had no intention of fighting, but simply parried, not hurting himself, and did not intend to fight back.

On the high platform, the Tianshi and others all laughed, reaching out and pointing, as if watching a stage play.

Everyone can tell that the student does not want to be an elite student.

Learn some tricks and go down the mountain to be a rich man's house guardian, not ashamed!

Not only is it not shameful, but in the eyes of others, it also has a special long face!

Isn't that the case with Chief Tan? But he didn't pretend to lose the game, he really couldn't...

On the field, after several battles, the defensive side deliberately bought a flaw, was knocked down by the opponent, and turned over and fell to the ground, indicating that he was no longer good.

So, as in the previous game, when the opponent turned with a sword, the referee flicked his luck, shook the sword, and announced the result of the game.

This round was a win-win situation, and both got the results they wanted.

Win happily, lose happily!

But the referee is very embarrassed.

Because in the past, there have been academies who pretended that they didn't want to compete for elite students, and waited until the opponent slackened. It was equivalent to an evolutionary version of showing weakness. These days, you can't think of any ideas this group of people can have, so even if you think he is going to lose deliberately, he will get the most critical moment before he can take action.

These are all students, and you can hurt one by hanging over. The referee is really not the job of humans.

The elder was relieved again when he thought of this.

Next, the third, fourth, fifth...

One game after another, there were all kinds of people, and there really appeared to be pretending to be weak and suspected of not wanting to be an elite student. In the end, a big move turned defeat into victory.

But the most interesting thing is that there is a scene where two people don’t want to be elite students, so the picture becomes weird. The two people are really polite and cautious, for fear that no matter what the trick is, the other party will borrow the donkey. Lie on the ground.

Finally, after an unknown number of games, the referee said Ding Yiming's name!

boom--!

In an instant, the audience was quiet.

Tianshi personally passed on, the uncles of all the students, the younger brothers of all the teachers!

On the other side, playing with Ding Yiming was a vigorous young man with a ruthless expression, step by step, and stepped onto the high platform.

In this view, it is to compete for elite students!

When Ding Yiming saw this, he felt a little uncomfortable.

If you meet someone who doesn't want to fight, it's hello and me, hello everyone, but if you meet someone who wants to be an elite student, then I'm sorry!

In the eyes of others, it doesn't matter whether Ding Yiming wins or loses. Anyway, you are already a disciple of the Celestial Master. This time you are here to practice hand skills. It is equivalent to a student who has been recommended to take the exam, and you can go to school as much as you can!

But Ding Yiming didn't think so!

Taking the stage by yourself represents a heavenly master!

Once you lose, you lose the face of the heavenly master!

So I must win! At least aim to win, not deliberately admit defeat.

So if you meet someone who doesn't want to be an elite student, but wants to admit defeat, that's great, and it's a win-win situation. But if you meet someone who wants to win, you can only be sorry.

"begin!"

The referee gave an order, and the two immediately rushed forward at the same time.

Over there, the young man drew the sword and slashed forward, while Ding Yiming held the sword in his right hand and the scabbard in his left hand, and greeted him.

Before that, everyone used only swords to fight. This was the first one to play with a scabbard!

This time, the advantage of the weapon came out!

You, both of us!

Ding Yiming's two-handed weapon, bow left and right! The sword in the right hand is full of brilliance, and the shadow of the sword is cold. The scabbard in the left hand can be used as a shield to defend, or it can be used as a stick to meet the enemy.

The young man had only one sword, resisting left and right, it was inevitable that he couldn't support it. Suddenly his sword was blocked by Ding Yiming's sword. The next moment, the scabbard of Ding Yiming's left hand was already over!

Snapped!

Just like a ruler, patted it directly on his right cheek!

"I go!"

The boy couldn't help but yelled, and the whole person directly followed the intensity of this one and turned to the other side. Fortunately, he also had some ability. He rolled his body sideways in the air and stepped on the ground with one foot, landing steadily, and stopped again.

It's just that there is a red mark on the right cheek.

Hit people without slapping their faces, and curse people without revealing shortcomings. But in fact, who can care about this for that? I can't wait for me to bleed to death from your seven orifices! Of course, how to be sad afterwards is something later.

If they are really scrupulous, they won't be able to fight or scold them.

When fighting, Ding Yiming didn't think about it so much. As soon as the flaw emerged, it was passed straight away.

But as soon as he calmed down, he felt a little inappropriate, and when he looked at the other person, he became more angry!

"Go to hell!"

The boy was slapped in the face, his anger couldn't be calmed down, he was already cruel, and he moved his feet and stab him with a sword!

Ding Yiming has quick eyes and quick hands, stepping on his feet and fighting, and his body floats past like a ghost.

The footwork for this trip was personally passed on by the celestial master, and students wouldn't know it.

On the court, he exclaimed. On the court, with his speed advantage, Ding Yiming watched the sword stab, and suddenly passed his left hand, eh----!

The sword was inserted directly into the scabbard!

Ding Yiming shook his wrist and planned to pull the sheath of the sword. But the opponent was already fierce. When he saw his sword inserted, he wanted to pull it out, but he couldn't pull it out after changing the position, so he immediately used both hands and grabbed it like a baby!

Ding Yiming did not expect that he was so persistent, holding the scabbard with one hand, naturally not as strong as both hands, and it was even more impossible to control the direction.

The man held the hilt in one hand and the scabbard in the other, and finally pulled it out, before pulling it out completely, he pressed directly against Ding Yiming.

Ding Yiming hurriedly resisted with his sword, and the two swords pressed together, each exerting force, making a sad sound.

The man used both hands together, without giving way, and pressed it fiercely, as if intending to directly break Ding Yiming's sword, and then cut it on him.

But how can a sword be broken so easily? Coupled with Ding Yiming's strength, the two of them were in a stalemate.

The referee carefully stared here, planning to take action whenever there is a problem.

All of them were holding their breath and staring at the stage, waiting for the result.

Suddenly the change happened! Because part of the young man's sword is in the scabbard, he can use both hands to force it, while Ding Yiming holds the sword with one hand, which is bound to shift.

The referee had already spotted this point and planned to end the battle when Ding Yiming let out his strength, but at this moment, Ding Yiming suddenly let go of his left hand, he lowered his body, and slid over!

The man's hands were no longer blocked, and he was immediately shaken before rushing away, while Ding Yiming lowered his head under his sword and slid in the opposite direction.

It would be okay if that was the case, but Ding Yiming held the sword in his hand, and when he slid past, the distance was too close to control, and he subconsciously swept forward.

Huh——!

Splashing blood!