Legendary Reckless Online Game

Song Zhan said while pointing to the red brick wall and the smooth cement floor.

This kind of venue is very similar to the ice skating rink in the township a long time ago.

In fact, his guess was correct. This place was indeed an ice skating rink decades ago. However, with the rise of more entertainment activities, the skating rink could no longer make any money, so it was abandoned and then replaced by the opposite building.

The middle-aged man took it over at a very cheap price.

The middle-aged man said indifferently: "If you are here to learn sword skills, you don't have to care about the environment. This kind of place is actually better. You practice Sanjiu in winter and Sanfu in summer. Are you here to enjoy it?"

Song Zhan naturally shook his head.

But he still asked reluctantly: "Can't it be cheaper?"

"cannot!"

The middle-aged man's tone did not fluctuate at all, but the more so, the more determined the other party's will was.

Song Zhan looked at the students in the venue and asked, "Have they already paid 50,000 yuan?"

Fifty thousand yuan, this number is nothing to a rich person. Sometimes they throw away several times this amount when they invite guests to sing a song at night.

But for ordinary people like Song Zhan, it is a big expense. Even though he still has 16 million in his account, he still feels that it is not cheap.

He looked at the people practicing swordsmanship in the field, and they didn't seem to look like wealthy people, so he had some doubts about whether the boss in front of him wanted to blackmail him for a sum of money.

"They are my son and nephew, so of course they don't need to charge money."

The middle-aged man said matter-of-factly. At the same time, he took out an opened pack of Nanyan cigarettes from his pants pocket, handed it over, and asked, "Would you like to smoke?"

"Thank you, I don't smoke," Song Zhan waved his hand. It turned out to be the other person's son and nephew, so there was nothing he could do.

The middle-aged man put the Nanyan back into his pocket and said: "It's good not to smoke. You can't smoke while practicing martial arts. It's not good for your lungs. If your lungs are not good, you won't be able to breathe. If you are weak, don't practice martial arts. Ordinary

It would be nice if life is not affected.”

Song Zhan finally figured out that this middle-aged man didn't smoke either, and he was testing him just now.

If he accepts it, I am afraid that even if he starts studying, his salary will not be much higher.

"Let's do this. You can pick any one of them and try it. If it's not bad, I'll give you a discount of five thousand."

The middle-aged man glanced at Song Zhan and took a step back. Finally, someone came to learn skills, and he didn't want to let him go.

"Okay," Song Zhan, who had originally planned to leave when things turned around, readily agreed.

Seeing that Song Zhan agreed, the middle-aged man clapped his hands and stopped the five people in the field.

"Xiao Wu, come here and fight with him."

"Okay!" The young man called Xiao Wu agreed excitedly.

He ran into a room, took out two sets of armor, and placed one set in front of Song Zhan.

"Isn't this too much trouble?"

Song Zhan looked at the armor on the ground and said casually.

"Swords have no eyes, even wooden swords."

The middle-aged man still had an indifferent tone and said unquestionable words.

Okay, you are the owner, you are the boss, I will listen to you. Song Zhan put on his armor silently.

After the two of them got dressed, they walked to the center of the field and stood still. A wooden knife was delivered to Song Zhan's hands.

Song Zhan took the wooden sword and waved it twice casually. Although the feel was not as good as Chi Lian's, it was still okay.

The moment the middle-aged man touched Song Zhan's knife, his expression completely changed.

Seeing the fierce murderous aura exuding from Song Zhan's body inadvertently, my heart was shocked.

"Xiao Wu, come down, you are no match for him."

Just when Xiao Wu was excitedly preparing to say greetings and start the fight, he heard his uncle's voice.

"Ah! Uncle, we haven't fought yet!" He was a little unwilling.

"If I tell you, do you want to die?"

Xiao Wu shrank his head after being scolded and hurried to the sidelines.

"They are too young to fight you, let me do it."

The middle-aged man picked up a wooden knife and walked to the opposite side of Song Zhan with a calm expression.

Several disciples were confused after seeing this move. Should it be so exaggerated? Their father/uncle was a master of authentic swordsmanship and had been practicing kung fu for nearly fifty years.

If you put it in the arena, it can be called a number.

Song Zhan didn't care. He nodded and put his posture away.

After this, several disciples watching the battle also realized that something was wrong. Song Zhan's previously ordinary temperament changed in vain, and a strong and chilling aura rushed towards his face.

"Be careful, uncle!"

After Song Zhan finished speaking, he let out a low drink, and his body habitually exerted force according to the exploding technique in the game.

The eyes of everyone on the sidelines were dazzled when they saw that Song Zhan had rushed in front of his master, slashing down from top to bottom with the wooden sword in his hand with an indomitable momentum.

Facing Song Zhan's powerful sword, the middle-aged man opposite him calmly raised his sword and dragged it diagonally, trying to drag Song Zhan's sword aside.

"snort!"

Feeling the continuous force coming from the wooden knife in his hand, Song Zhan snorted coldly, exerted his strength with his arm, and made another horizontal cut.

The middle-aged man only took half a step back and perfectly let go of Song Zhan's sword.

Then, Youyun Danfeng took a step forward lightly, raised the wooden knife in his hand, and forced Song Zhan to retreat quickly.

With one move, the middle-aged man moved his momentum, stepped on the Eight Trigram Steps, and waved towards Song Zhan with the wooden knife in his hand. The movements were simple and fast, making it difficult for Song Zhan to parry for a while.

"Bang!" A sound of wood clashing came. Song Zhan finally blocked the attack of the middle-aged man on the other side with his knife, and then followed with a very skillful kick, forcing the opponent to give way.

After the middle-aged man got out of the way, he did not choose to attack again. He stood there with a complicated look on his face.

Even though it was only a brief fight, he could see that Song Zhan was definitely capable of killing. However, how young he was, how could such an environment exist in this world.

"Have you really only been thinking about it by yourself for more than a month?"

Song Zhan nodded, not sure why.

"How did you practice? Where did you practice?" The middle-aged man finally couldn't help but asked curiously.

"In the game, I am the one who uses the knife, so maybe I have this awareness." Song Zhan said with a heavy breath. Even though it had only been a short time, the energy consumed was definitely no less than running a thousand and five hundred meters.

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"Are you talking about Shenwu Ji?"

Xiao Wu, who was watching the battle next to him, raised his hand and looked at Song Zhan and asked excitedly.

Song Zhan nodded, a little curious, "Yes, it's Shenwu Ji. Do you also play it?"

Xiao Wu shook his head, looked at the middle-aged man carefully, and said, "We have to practice, how can we play games."

Song Zhan understood what was going on when he saw his evasive eyes always drifting towards the middle-aged man.

Isn't it just the same as my parents when I was young? They believed that all games were harmful and hindered learning, so they were banned.

The middle-aged man had already put down his knife at this time, looked at Song Zhan and said: "If you pass the test, the tuition fee is 45,000. If you want to learn, just pay. If you don't want to learn, please take it back."

Song Zhan no longer hesitated and transferred the money directly to the other party, officially becoming a student of the Eight Golden Lock Swordsmen.

"Today is no longer suitable. From tomorrow on, you will come here at seven o'clock every morning. Remember not to eat breakfast and practice with them. Is there any problem?"

When the middle-aged man received the money, a smile appeared on his indifferent face, and he asked Song Zhan.

"Okay, no problem." Song Zhan nodded and replied.

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