In desperation, Ren Zihua had no choice but to press Wan'er's head on his lap, and then quickly covered her with a quilt.
"Hey, senior, have you finished class too? I'm planning to take a nap right now." Seeing that Zhao Kaifeng looked a little hurried and didn't even look at him, Ren Zihua's nervous mood relaxed a lot, "Senior, yes What's the emergency?"
"Come back and get something." Zhao Kaifeng still didn't look at Ren Zihua. He walked to his bed and took out a sword from under the bed board. "Go to bed so early. Are all freshmen today so indolent?"
Just when Ren Zihua was about to complain, you still mean to criticize me, but Zhao Kaifeng had already walked out the door again with his sword in hand.
"Fortunately, we weren't discovered." Ren Zihua immediately breathed a sigh of relief and lifted the quilt, "Okay Wan'er, Zhao Kaifeng has left."
"Zihua, you smell so good." Wan'er rested her head on Ren Zihua's lap with no intention of getting up, her expression was very enjoyable, "It's like the smell of the late autumn evening breeze, which makes people feel at ease."
The blue knitted coat had now reached her feet. Wan'er was only wearing a white vest, and half of her exposed breasts were clearly visible to the condescending Ren Zihua.
"Wan'er..." Ren Zihua squinted his eyes and wanted to wake Wan'er up, but she seemed to be asleep.
...
Zhao Kaifeng hurriedly walked out of the dormitory with his sword in hand, and then walked straight to the training ground of the gym. He casually broke into a gym that was still in use. When he entered, he told others that he wanted to fight in a one-on-one fight, saying that if he won If he wants to win, let him use the gym, and if he loses, he will give the other party a hundred yuan.
As a result, the two sides exchanged less than two moves, and he knocked his opponent to the ground before his sword was even drawn out of its sheath.
"Come on, don't disturb my practice."
The man didn't say anything, he just glanced at Zhao Kaifeng angrily, then got up from the ground and left the gym in a muffled voice.
Zhao Kaifeng, who grabbed the sword practice venue, immediately drew his sword and began to swing it in a sword style. He was using an ordinary long sword that could be seen.
However, what lingered on it at this moment was not the blue sword energy that Ren Zihua saw in the dormitory, but a strange dark red sword energy. He wielded the long sword filled with bloody sword energy and used one violent sword move after another. The sword waves hit the solid wall made of special magic stones, making a loud noise like a landslide. Finally, he With a strong swing, the fierce sword wave actually created a crack on the smooth and flawless wall.
He just swung the sword tirelessly again and again in the gym until someone kicked open the wooden door of the gym.
"It's this bastard who just robbed my venue and beat me up." The man who had just been knocked to the ground by Zhao Kaifeng was angrily complaining to a swordsman wearing a Yanyi Taoist robe next to him, "Brother, It's up to you."
"Hey, brother, which class of yours is such a badass? You actually took the field from others and even hurt them. Do you still have the law in your eyes?" Yanyi Swordsman didn't seem to intend to take action right away. He said with a sting in his words, "Did your teacher never teach you any rules? What? Do you want me to teach you a lesson today?"
Seeing that Zhao Kaifeng ignored them, the man next to the swordsman continued to shout: "You see clearly, my brother is a professional swordsman. It's not too late for you to apologize now, do you hear me?!"
"What about professional swordsmen?" Zhao Kaifeng put his sword into its sheath and said arrogantly, "You two come together. If you can beat me, I will give this place back to you."
"Are you crazy? My brother's sword energy realm has reached the fourth level of Ming Huan Realm, and he can even master five land-level sword techniques. His sword skills are unpredictable. Who do you think you are?"
Ignoring the man's words, Zhao Kaifeng took off his Taoist robe to reveal his extremely arrogant muscles: "Stop talking nonsense, I still have to practice my sword, don't waste my time."
"I'm going to teach you a lesson today for this ignorant brat!" Swordsman Yanyi roared as if he couldn't bear it anymore. He pulled out his sword and rushed towards Zhao Kaifeng. The blue sword energy instantly filled the sword. .
"The aura is very good." Zhao Kaifeng smiled scornfully and concentrated the blue sword energy of the same nature into the palm of his right hand. "But a waste like you is not worthy of letting me draw my sword!"
Turning his body slightly to one side, Zhao Kaifeng easily dodged the opponent's slash with all his strength, then raised his palm with sword energy and struck the sword body. There was only a click sound, and the long sword in Yanyi Swordsman's hand was already split into two.
Before the man could recover from his shock, Zhao Kaifeng kicked him out of the gym again.
"It's obvious that your brother lost the competition and lost the gym, how can you rely on me?" Zhao Kaifeng slowly put on the Taoist robe hanging around his waist, and said calmly to the man who was so frightened that his legs were weak at this moment, "You are so stupid. Call someone, or call someone a little more powerful, at least an eagle-winged swordsman or a great magician, right? Who are you looking down on? Go help your brother and get out!"
The man who had been beaten to the ground by Zhao Kaifeng before and had his knees broken was now frightened. He ran over anxiously to help the Yanyi swordsman who was still vomiting blood and ran away.
Zhao Kaifeng continued to practice swordplay in the gym as if nothing had happened. When it got completely dark, he sat cross-legged on the ground and began to meditate, continuing to practice his sword energy realm.
In the dormitory at that time, Wan'er finally woke up. She asked in a sleepy and soft voice: "Zihua, why did I fall asleep?"
"You're still asking me." Ren Zihua, who was meditating, temporarily ended his practice. He had not been idle during the two hours when Wan'er fell asleep on his lap, and had been practicing his sword according to "Wan Shen Shen" Angry, "If you sleep for a while, my legs will go numb."
"Ah, I'm sorry." Wan'er said and smiled sheepishly, "But Zihua, your knee pillow is so comfortable."
"Stop making trouble, you quickly return to the sword. I will practice the skills for a while and then go to the forbidden library. Be obedient." Ren Zihua said seriously, and Wan'er had no choice but to return to the broken sword.
Ren Zihua sat up cross-legged and continued to meditate. He repeated the contents of the "Manshen Sutra" over and over again in his mind, causing the sword energy in his body to flow from the Jianxin point throughout the body according to inherent laws. Every time the sword energy circulated completely and followed the rules, its intensity would deepen. . He repeated this process mechanically, constantly challenging the limits of his concentration and perseverance until he finally became numb.
Finally, after the sword energy circulated like this for thousands of times, he felt a change. The sword energy that was originally flowing in a fixed direction suddenly reversed its flow. All the sword energy in his body suddenly rushed back to the Jianxin point, and then again. It burst out from the Jianxin point and rushed through all the meridians in the body.
The black Supreme Sword Qi once again rushed out of Ren Zihua's body in the form of a column and slammed into the ceiling of the dormitory. This time, it left a pattern of a city wrapped in a black forest on it. Ren Zihua had seen this pattern in the school's gas measuring room on the first day he traveled to this world.
This strange pattern disappeared from the ceiling and attached to Ren Zihua's neck.
"What's going on?" Ren Zihua touched the black pattern the size of a one-yuan coin on his neck, filled with doubts.
"This is the mark that all holders of supreme sword energy will have after reaching a certain level." Wan'er's voice appeared again in time, "Don't worry, this mark will not do you any harm. Congratulations, Zihua, sword energy The realm has reached the realm of Minghuan.”
Hearing Wan'er's words, Ren Zihua didn't care about the mark for the time being: "But will it attract too much attention when I go out from now on? Do you want to use something to block it?"
As he spoke, he turned his head and looked outside the window, and found that the time seemed to be very late. Before he could pick up his phone to check the specific time, Xi Meng's call had already come through.
At the dojo, Feng Xiaolan, who had just stopped swinging his sword, picked up his phone and was equally surprised to find that it was twelve o'clock in only five minutes, so he quickly put away his sword and walked out of the dojo. He was just about to use his sword control skills when he saw Zhao Kaifeng standing in front of a gym not far away.
He was about to go over and say hello when he saw two swordsmen wearing eagle-wing white robes walking up to Zhao Kaifeng. Behind those two people were more than ten or twenty Yan-wing and Heron-wing swordsmen, these professional swordsmen. Zhao Kaifeng was quickly surrounded. Looking from a distance, Feng Xiaolan did not see any change in Zhao Kaifeng's calm expression.
"I didn't expect that guy to have a lot of friends."
