Rody immediately had a strange feeling in his heart. The middle-aged man in front of him must be a samurai! And based on Roddy's feeling, he must be a swordsman! Roddy himself couldn't tell where his feeling came from, but he was so sure!
The middle-aged man seemed to be quite interested in Roddy. He smiled lightly and said, "Okay, I heard that you are a swordsman. Let's try your swordsmanship first. Do you have a sword?"
As soon as these words came out, Rody's face couldn't help but blush. Then he remembered the long sword he picked up last night, and immediately straightened his chest again and said loudly: "I am not a formal swordsman yet! But I will be Yes! I... I have my own sword! But it was taken away by them last night!"
The middle-aged man nodded and looked back at Nicole with a smile. Nicole didn't speak, but just nodded. So the middle-aged man said loudly: "Okay, then, which one of you will take back this little swordsman's sword and give it to him?"
It seemed that the status of this middle-aged man was really not low. Immediately, a servant ran away. After a while, the servant came back with a long sword. It was the same sword Rody took last night. .
"Is this your sword?" The middle-aged man smiled, his eyes scanning the rust on the sword as if by accident.
To be honest, this sword is not bad. You must know that not everyone can wear weapons on the streets in the empire. Although this sword looked a little old, it was still sharp - after all, it was a weapon given to me by the fat man who was the thug in the bar, so it was pretty good.
Roddy couldn't help but blush again, but the young man's arrogance made him unwilling to embarrass himself in front of Nicole. He bravely raised his chest and said loudly: "This is indeed my sword! I have a better one." ! But I didn’t bring it today!”
The middle-aged man nodded, pondered for a moment, and said: "Well, then, let me see your swordsmanship, you just use your sword, I will attack you, let me see how long you can last, okay? "
"Okay!" Rody immediately agreed loudly with his sword in hand. The beauty is now, let alone asking him to fight with others, even if Roddy is asked to kill a dragon, our little virgin will not even frown.
The middle-aged man smiled slightly, bent down on the chair, picked up a broad sword, glanced at Rody, and said calmly: "Okay, pay attention, I'm about to take action!"
Rody stared at the middle-aged man with all his attention, his body tensed and he was in a defensive posture.
"Left!" The middle-aged man shouted softly and struck with his sword. The speed of this sword was so frightening that Rody couldn't see the opponent's sword clearly. He only felt a white light flashing towards his left side. He could only instinctively block it with his sword horizontally.
There was a clang, and Roddy felt as if he had been hit by a running horse. He took several steps back before regaining his balance. The middle-aged man didn't wait for him to recover, and shouted: "On the right!" Then he struck down with the sword again!
Rody didn't have time to adjust his posture, so he grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands and started to fight. This time the force was greater than last time, and Rody retreated to the wall before he could stand still. But one face was already red from holding back.
The middle-aged man stood still, with a smile on his face, and said: "It's not bad. Your strength is not bad and your reaction is good. But the defensive posture just now was a little too tight, so it was not flexible enough."
Rody let out a long breath, took a step forward, and said loudly: "I let you attack just now, this time it's me!"
The middle-aged man smiled and said, "You?"
Roddy was still about to say anything, but he noticed that Nicole had a mocking smile on her face on the chair behind. Rody looked down and realized that two gaps had been cut on the blade of the sword in his hand. Roddy's expression changed immediately - Oh my God, how many silver coins is this sword worth? Although it is not as good as Rody's own sword, Rody was originally planning to sell it after using it to get some living expenses!
Feeling distressed, he couldn't help but touch the blade of the sword gently with his hand. This was even better. Just as he pressed his hand on the blade, the sword suddenly cracked and then broke into seven or eight pieces. , fell to the ground, and only the hilt of the sword was left in Rody's hand!
Now Roddy's face turned completely pale, and he was extremely depressed.
The middle-aged man smiled faintly, put the sword in his hand gently back on the chair, turned around and said to Nicole: "He is not bad! According to his age, it is already very rare for him to be able to catch two of my swords..."
Rody looked sad and said, "Not bad? You split my sword into pieces with two sword strikes!"
Nicole glanced at Roddy and said coldly: "Shut up! Who do you think you are! Do you still think you can beat Mr. Qiu? Mr. Qiu is the top swordsman in the imperial capital! He is recognized as the most powerful Candidates who can become Holy Sword Warriors!”
"Mr. Qiu!!" Rody exclaimed: "You are Mr. Qiu!!"
The young man suppressed his blush and said in surprise: "You are Mr. Qiu, the chief swordsman of the Imperial Palace! Oh my god, you are recognized as the most promising person to draw the holy sword in the sword drawing competition!"
Rody stared at the middle-aged man with an expression of admiration on his face - for him, a junior swordsman, um, no, I should say a quasi-swordsman, people like Mr. Qiu are legendary. He is a master, equivalent to a legend! Especially for a young swordsman, what could he admire more than a prominent top swordsman
The frustration on Roddy's face was instantly wiped away!
Oh my god, I actually competed with him in front of Mr. Qiu! I was actually able to catch Mr. Qiu’s two swords! The other party is recognized as a quasi-sacred sword warrior! In fact, as long as Mr. Qiu can pull out the legendary holy sword at next year's Sword Drawing Conference, he will become the fourth holy sword warrior in the empire's hundreds of years of history! That is a legendary figure that only comes out once every hundred years!
Mr. Qiu smiled calmly and said: "Okay, Miss Nicole, I have done what I promised you. This young man is indeed good. If I am not mistaken, he has almost reached the level of a second-level swordsman." It's up to par, much better than... than... than your brother." When he said this, Mr. Qiu's face seemed to have a strange expression.
Nicole nodded, she suddenly stood up, walked to Mr. Qiu, leaned over, and whispered something in Mr. Qiu's ear.
After hearing this, Mr. Qiu immediately frowned, glanced at Nicole, shook his head resolutely, and said, "No! I said, unless they are from the Tulip family, I will not accept anyone else!"
Nicole looked at Mr. Qiu's determined expression, sighed, and said softly: "Okay then."
Mr. Qiu thought for a while and said with a wry smile: "However, I can give him some pointers. I will come over tomorrow afternoon."
Roddy was still looking at Nicole and Mr. Qiu stupidly—in fact, his eyes fell more on Nicole. Nicole had already glared at him: "Idiot, why don't you thank Mr. Qiu quickly! He promised to teach you how to swordsmanship tomorrow!"
Roddy hadn't reacted yet, and was still thinking wildly: Why is she so pretty even with her eyes open...
Nicole stamped her feet angrily and shouted: "Rody!!"
Rody was startled and immediately woke up from his random thoughts. Mr. Qiu had already said lightly: "Remember, if you are still in this yard tomorrow afternoon, I will come over."
After saying that, the swordsman master Shi Shiran turned and left.
Nicole glanced at Roddy and said to the servant in the yard: "Take him down! Bring him the thing you prepared last night!"
Nicole turned around and walked towards the east side of the yard. Two servants immediately came up and pushed and pulled Roddy along with them.
At this moment, Roddy finally came back to his senses. After more than ten seconds, he suddenly said loudly: "Oh my god! Mr. Qiu wants to teach me how to use swordsmanship! Oh my God! Mr. Qiu wants to teach me how to use swordsmanship!"
"Shut up! You idiot!" Nicole turned around and yelled angrily.
Rody was so ecstatic at this moment that he didn't care about so much. He broke away from the two servants holding him, ran to the front and shouted: "Mr. Qiu said just now that he wanted to teach me how to swordsmanship. Is it true? "
"Shut up!!" Nicole couldn't bear it any longer, turned around and shouted, "It seems I have to teach you something." She raised her chin, slowly stretched out her index finger with her left hand, and pointed at Rody across the void. Then give it a slight shake. Without seeing how she acted, Rody flew out with a roar, and then fell to the ground with his arms stretched out.
"The first thing is, when you talk to me from now on, you must add the word 'master' in front of it! Don't forget!" Nicole gave him a cold look.
After saying that, she turned around and continued to stride forward. The two servants quickly went up to lift Rody up and followed behind.
Even though Rody fell down, he still whispered stupidly to himself: "Oh my God, Mr. Qiu wants to teach me how to use swordsmanship..."
Nicole walked in front angrily.
In fact, she didn't know why she was so angry! She has never been a grumpy person, but for some reason, every time she sees that guy with a yin-yang face, she can't help but get angry, as if every move he makes makes her so angry— Especially when he looked at her so stupidly—when she thought of what happened last night, Nicole wanted to cut this guy into pieces with a knife right away!
Rody followed Nicole to a two-story building that looked quite old. The two servants behind him had stopped in the distance and did not dare to follow.
Nicole glanced at Roddy and said calmly: "Follow me!"
Rody looked at the dilapidated small building. It seemed that no one had repaired it for a long time. Withered trees and branches climbed up the wall. Two towering trees blocked the sun, making the place look dilapidated. A bit of a sinister feeling.
Rody felt a vague feeling of uneasiness in his heart.