City Lord Coster looked at Fang Xingjian and the four crumbling swordsmen, the expression on his face was even uglier, as black as the bottom of a pot.
And thinking of the remains of the titled knight that he was about to hand over again, he felt even more heartbroken.
He originally raised twenty wind eagles, each of which could be regarded as his darling, and all of them were precious materials that could be used by the family to cultivate talents in the future. First, ten of them were robbed by Dean Jackson. His heart aches.
Now it is time to send out the bones of the titled knights that have been collected with great difficulty. This is a treasure that can be used to make high-ranking bone soldiers in the future and suppress one side.
Seeing his dark face, Huang Lin smiled and said, "City Master, when will the bones of the titled knight be delivered?"
"Hmph, are you still afraid that what I say won't count?" As he spoke, he waved his sleeve robe, turned around and left: "I'll send it to you tomorrow."
Seeing his disappearing back, Huang Lin smiled in his heart, and Patriarch Theresia said with a sad face, "I will also send someone to bring the body training potion next year."
Huang Lin looked at Houston, the leader of the Noble Academy, and asked for it: "When will you get the deed?"
Houston said with some reluctance: "Understood, I will send someone over in a while."
Huang Lin added: "There are also servants inside, gardeners, butlers, and all kinds of flowers, plants, furniture, etc. You don't want to withdraw."
Houston snorted twice and said, "Don't worry, I can't afford to lose so much." In his heart, he scolded the other party, the old fox. He was thinking of withdrawing all the things in the manor just now, and he lost for nothing. The house is given to the other party.
But no matter what they thought about the game, the fact that Fang Xingjian defeated ten knights by himself within a month after changing jobs had already been deeply embedded in their minds.
To be honest, any of them can defeat ten ordinary knights, but how long have they practiced, how long has Fang Xingjian practiced
This is no longer a simple genius that can be described. The entire Coster family and forces seem to have slightly changed their strategies for the academy because of Fang Xingjian's performance today.
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Fang Xingjian naturally didn't know that his master and the dean had already won a lot of gifts for him. He held the sword with one hand, and seemingly casually swiped and stabbed with the sword. It was already approaching the peak, and even just the sword wind sweeping across the face would give people the feeling of a blade slashing across.
Four swordsmen surrounded Fang Xingjian. Obviously the four of them besieged Fang Xingjian from four directions, but they felt as if they were surrounded by countless people. Countless sharp swords came towards their bodies.
quick!
quick!
too fast!
This is the only thought of the four of them at the moment.
Fang Xingjian's long sword seems to be at their throats all the time, and can take away their distance anytime and anywhere. They can only desperately use all the sword skills they know, and try their best to resist Shanhu Wave after wave of attacks like a tsunami.
Clinking and crisp sounds continued to come from the four people's swords, and the tide-like offensive kept oppressing the four people's nerves.
Every trace of the sword seems to be sweeping over their hearts, throats, and temples.
Every blow of the sword seemed to drain every ounce of strength from them.
I don't know when, they can no longer use the killing method.
Just relying on the simplest cultivation sword and practice sword, they squeezed their physical strength again and again, broke through their limits time and time again, and tried to keep themselves in line with the rhythm of the upper star sword.
Every minute and every second seems like a year.
Finally, there were four ringing sounds in a row, and all the long swords in the hands of the four were knocked out, and after spinning a few times in mid-air, they were inserted into the ground.
All four swordsmen, including the blue-haired knight, let out a breath, or half-kneeled, or sat down, and all fell to the ground, gasping for breath.
At this time, they felt relieved instead, and there was a feeling that it was finally over.
The blue-haired knight gasped for breath continuously, he felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest, and he didn't even want to move a single muscle in his body.
He stared blankly at Fang Xingjian in front of him, only to see that the other party was standing still holding the sword, his face was not flushed and he was not panting, and the way he walked in the courtyard, it could be seen that he had just experienced such a fierce battle.
"This guy... what kind of monster..."
"I already knew that every district champion was an out-and-out humanoid monster..."
"But this Fang Xingjian...he has only been changed for a fucking month...will he let us live?"
Several other people also had horrified faces, similar expressions.
Behind Fang Xingjian, Zhou Yong, who was still yelling and cursing Fang Xingjian, was like a duck whose neck was pinched by someone else. He opened his mouth wide, but couldn't say a word. He stared at Fang Xingjian with wide eyes. , like seeing some prehistoric monster.
Ferdinand on the other side laughed wryly and fell asleep on the ground on his back. He really didn't know how to comment on this game.
Robert looked at Fang Xingjian with bright eyes, and was extremely grateful for his judgment. Now he was more determined to follow Fang Xingjian.
Fang Xingjian sat cross-legged on the ground, still practicing the swordsmanship he had just learned in his mind. In addition to the two sets of Yangfa swordsmanship he learned from Zhou Yong, he just killed four swordsmen. These four people came from different schools and After exhausting their physical strength, the academy allowed him to learn 8 sets of Yangfa swordsmanship from the four of them.
But after rehearsing in his mind for a while, he seemed to realize that everyone was still staring at him blankly. He opened his eyes, glanced at Robert and said, "Go and occupy their fort, so the game is over, right?"
"Yes... yes... I see." Robert looked at Fang Xingjian, who was full of evil spirits. He was trembling when he spoke, nodded, and ran towards the opponent's fortress.
Claude on the side sneered: "This is finally a good show, Fang Xingjian, I really want to know what will happen if you fight with those freaks from classes 248 and 249."
Class 248 and Class 249 are the longest-surviving classes in the academy, seven or eight years earlier than Fang Xingjian and the others respectively. It is also recognized as the strongest class in the academy.
The district champions in the two classes are considered to be the two strongest knights in the entire academy. Even the one who broke through the state election in class 248 was considered to be only slightly higher than these two.
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With the end of the game, Huang Lin and the dean walked outside with smiles on their faces. With so many wins today, the bones brought by City Lord Coster can be used to create magical weapons for Fang Xingjian.
The antidote from the Yellow Spring Valley can be used as a resource reserve for the college, and even if it is sold, it will cost a lot of money.
They can directly use the body training potion that Patriarch Teresia lost to Fang Xingjian to increase his physical potential.
There is also the manor that the old noble Houston lost, which is even more valuable. Even if they are unoccupied, it will be a lot of money to sell the house.
But just as they walked out of the valley and headed towards the college, a figure suddenly stood in front of them.
The two stopped and looked intently, and it was the city lord of Coster who stopped in front of them.
Huang Lin smiled casually: "Hey, old ghost, you won't be reluctant to lose, and want to kill us?"
"Huh." The old face of Coster City Lord frowned, and said: "That's right, you all know that I am superb with stick skills. But... my youngest daughter just likes the art of swords and swords. I saw that Fang Xingjian is good at swordsmanship today, let him give it to me." How about my daughter guiding me?"
Huang Lin was stunned for a moment, and said, "Old ghost, don't you want to introduce your daughter to Xingjian?"
Hearing Huang Lin speak so bluntly, Castellan Coster couldn't help but blush, and said, "What nonsense are you talking about, I just want to let the young people get to know them."
It turned out that when he just left, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he couldn't get out of his anger. Thinking of giving away the bones that he had just acquired not long ago, he felt even more unhappy to the extreme.
But at this moment, some of his subordinates mentioned to him that Fang Xingjian seemed to have no relatives and no reason. If he could be adopted as a son-in-law and joined their family, wouldn't the high-ranking bone soldier still belong to him, even Fang Xingjian? He is half a son.
Hearing this suggestion, City Lord Coster immediately became interested, which is why Huang Lin saw the scene in front of him.
Seeing what Huang Lin wanted to say, City Master Coster directly shouted: "Okay, okay, I will ask my daughter to send the remains tomorrow, and then let Fang Xingjian teach her swordsmanship every week."
After finishing speaking, he flew away without moving his head, as if he was not worried at all about Huang Lin and the others not agreeing.