The Wizard is Coming

Chasen resisted the pain in his left shoulder, swung his sword hard to fend off Shalan's sword, and rolled back to open the distance between himself and Shalan. He looked at the sword marks on his left shoulder and his face could not help but reveal. A trace of fear, if Shalan really wanted to kill him just now, then as long as he shifted the sword slightly, he could slash his head with one sword, and he had no chance of surviving.

　　 "Captain, Captain, how are you."

　　 "Captain, you are injured."

The soldiers under his opponent waved their hands and signaled that he was okay. Chasen stood up and saluted Shalan slightly. He couldn't see the anger of being injured at all on his face. Instead, he grinned and said respectfully: " Master Shalan, your swordsmanship is indeed very good and you have been taught!"

　　 The eyebrows were slightly raised, and Shalan heard Chasen's words and immediately improved his evaluation a lot.

　　 The reason why Chasen rashly challenged Shalan just now was because he wanted to make him foolish in front of these manor guards, and the most important thing was to see how good Shalan was.

　　 Now that he saw that Shalan's strength far exceeded his expectations, he gave up his defeat without saying a word, and his attitude was extremely respectful. This kind of grasp of the degree of advancement and retreat was obviously not comparable to that of mediocre big-head soldiers.

　　 As the so-called peering into the panther in the tube, just from the courage and ability of Cooper's subordinate, you can generally see the general level of Cooper's subordinates, and then get a glimpse of the current atmosphere of the entire Franklin family.

But as long as a family can employ people, can employ people, and have people under them, it is not an opponent that can be easily dealt with. Such a family Shalan clearly knows that with his current strength and influence, it is impossible to confront it directly. I am afraid this is also Rohr and Winnie. Sha has been imagining the reason.

Looking at Chasen, Shalan smiled slightly, and said, “It’s not about teaching, it’s just a normal test. After a while, Mr. Chasen can go to the infirmary of the Winerman family to treat the wound, just say I'll let you go. I'll have some personal affairs later, so I'll leave."

　　 The courtesy of the other party was respectful, and Shalan naturally couldn't lose the face of the Winerman family, nodded to Chasen, returned the cross sword in his hand to the guard who lent him the cross sword before, and walked straight to the mansion.

Chasen looked at Shalan’s leaving back, and the smile on his face slowly subsided. He immediately said to a soldier standing next to him: "Go tell the Cooper boss, and say that the young master of the Weinman family is probably strong Able to reach the level of an intermediate knight, the knight breathing method with special effects should be practiced, and the character is calm and well-founded. It is not as unbearable as Master Shaman and the countess described. Let him pay more attention."

　　 "Understand, I will go now."

Hearing the words of his subordinates, Chasen nodded, looked at Shalan who was about to enter the mansion again, and muttered to himself: "Even if the swordsmanship is excellent, how can you advance and retreat even if your personality is calm and well-founded. Sooner or later, this huge Wenrman Manor will change its surname to Franklin. At that time, the sword you cut on me will sooner or later be returned ten times and one hundred times."

Back in the room, Shalan took a shower and changed clothes as always, sat in front of the desk and began to read some ancient language materials. Recently, his frequency of going to the Howard Library has decreased slightly, but his studies have not fallen behind. Shalan wrote a lot of notes in the Howard Library so that he could continue to learn those ancient languages ​​and history when he returned home.

　　 Time passed, and it was one o'clock in the afternoon. Shalan had already eaten lunch and was ready, and carrying her schoolbag alone, she left Weinman Manor and headed for the underground fighting arena in the western city of Cynthia.

There is an elevator in the underground fighting arena that leads to the underground. In the elevator, Shalan has put on the black mask that covers the upper half of his face. When he walked out of the elevator, he immediately saw the last time he led him. The Babo's subordinate who was on the ring was obviously waiting for Shalan from his appearance.

　　 "Thank you for waiting for me here."

　　 The man saw Shalan's arrival and immediately said respectfully: "My name is Xia Zhuo. From now on, I will be your agent in the underground fighting arena."

　　 "Agent? Are those theater managers the same as movie stars?"

The level of technology in this world has not yet reached the level of full popularity of television, but movies are no longer new, so when Xia Zhuo heard what Shalan said, he immediately nodded and said: "I am similar to those agents, but only underground. In the fighting arena, for you, Mr. Black Ting.

　　 I will not touch your privacy and interests, Mr. Black Ting, I will only handle some chores for Mr. Black Ting in the underground fighting arena, such as arranging battles, such as arranging lounges, etc. You don't have to worry about Mr. Black Ting. "

　　 "Alright, I will trouble you~www.readwn.com~ But does every fighter in the underground fighting arena have an agent like you?"

"No, the fighters in the underground arena are divided into junior, intermediate, and senior. Generally speaking, junior fighters don’t have an agent. For intermediate fighters, three to five people share one agent. As for senior fighters, there is no agent. Everyone has an agent."

　　 "So, you are at least a fighter for the other two people?"

　　 "It's not two people but three people. You are the fourth intermediate fighter I brought."

　　 "There are a lot of people. Okay, now take me to the lounge."

　　 "Okay, please follow me."

Under the leadership of Na Xia Zhuo, Shalan followed him to a small lounge, which was used by him alone. At three o'clock today, Shalan had the first game in the intermediate fighter level. For the intermediate The opponent of the gladiator level, Shalan is still very much looking forward to it. He is already at the tipping point of condensing the fifth seed of life and needs enough combat stimulation to promote the cohesion of the fifth seed of life.

　　 Sitting cross-legged on the bench, Shalan's breathing was extremely slow, gradually adjusting her state to the best.

When Xia Zhuo knocked on the door of the lounge again, Sha Lan suddenly opened her eyes, and walked to the door with great ease and opened the door of the lounge. Xia Zhuo left the lounge and walked towards the arena filled with various audiences. go with.

　　 Shalan walked forward in the passage, and slowly he heard the voices of many audiences shouting, almost all the audience were calling the same name, Sting Scorpion!

　　Walking to the entrance of the passage, Xia Zhuo stood by the entrance of the passage. He looked at Shalan and said in a low voice: "Mr. Black Ting, the stabbing fist is fast, please be careful."

　　 Hearing this, Shalan nodded to Xia Zhuo, and without any hesitation, raised her foot and stepped onto the ring.