"Let's try the next Caesar." The principal said, interrupting the sad scene where Fingel was teasing the silent Chu Zihang.
Caesar heard the words and walked up, looked at the principal and waited for instructions.
With the previous experience, the principal also learned his lesson, "Let's start from the beginning."
Caesar tilted his head and gently rolled up his sleeves to reveal his biceps, which were even better trained than Fingel's. Fingel behind him rolled his sleeves down in embarrassment.
Raising his hand to hold the "***", Caesar suddenly felt a strange breath lingering from his fingertips, like some kind of red silk gently rubbing his fingers and arms, gradually wrapping them His whole body.
This surprised him a little, and he wondered whether he, like Fingel and Caesar, would be as compatible with "***"? This "***" is really "***" enough. Anyone who gets on the bus can pull out and push the accelerator and brake a few times to play with it.
Caesar exerted his strength, and for a moment he felt that he had successfully pulled out the sword, but to his surprise, the "***" was pulled out a short distance after receiving the force, and the blade in the sword groove It was as if it was stuck in a mechanism and it stopped moving after a small section was pulled out. No matter how much force Caesar tried from another angle, he could not pull it out completely. The ribs only kept shaking in the sword case.
"It's hooked." Caesar reluctantly let go and pressed the "***" back into the sword case.
"It does seem to be compatible, but it's just a little bit off." The vice-principal commented. At least it wasn't motionless, which meant that "***" was actually very flexible as to whether he should bite this hook or not.
"This is really hell." Fingel couldn't help but complained in a low voice.
"Do you have any wrong prejudices about me?" Caesar glanced at Fingel and couldn't help but say.
"He has a big prejudice against you." Lu Mingfei patted Fingel on the shoulder, "He hates the rich... after all, he is a class enemy."
Caesar didn't know what to say, so he didn't say anything. His fighting skills were all developed when he was sarcastic with Chu Zihang. Fingel and Lu Mingfei were still in contact with him for the time being. He was not above the level, and he was the only one who was choked speechless when talking nonsense to them.
"Second, "Taotie", I think you are very promising. The food at student union gatherings is always very good. I heard that every meal has plenty of Boston lobster and red crab. "The vice principal encouraged.
Caesar followed the same pattern, with a steady stance, his palm stretched flat and pressing the handle of the Atkan sword, and then he turned his wrist and tapped his five fingers together to exert force!
"Taotie" sat firmly on the mountain without even shaking.
"It seems that the student union has to change the recipes occasionally." Caesar did not look disappointed, and even teased himself.
The third "Greed" also rejected Caesar, and the fourth "Laziness" did the same. Several alchemical swords that seemed to be in line with Caesar's "virtue" all said "No" to the noble prince. This made Caesar's expression became more serious as he went back, and Fingel noticed the subtle change in the atmosphere and closed his mouth and stopped talking nonsense.
Arriving in front of the fifth "Pride", Caesar stretched out his hand and placed his hand on the oblate hilt of the Han Bafang sword. Deep down in his heart, he was actually a little uneasy. Just like Angers said, if this is regarded as an exam, , he didn't want to get zero points, because Chu Zihang had passed anyway, and he didn't want to admit that he was weaker than Chu Zihang, no matter in which aspect.
Maybe this can be regarded as his own "arrogance"? He couldn't help but think about it. Many people thought that the president of the student union was arrogant and arrogant. He didn't think he was what those people said, but if a thousand people said the same about a person, then this person would be more or less You really need to think about whether you have some problems with yourself.
Caesar thought a lot, and even though he was restrained, he was still a little impatient. His fingers were on the hilt of the Eight-sided Han Sword, and at this moment, he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder. His face moved slightly, and the sound of the wind flowing around him was clearer than ever before. It made him feel as if he was standing on a green hill. The wind from all directions gathered here like elves, and the soft and loving voice behind him Let him close his eyes, catch the spirits of the wind, and smell the wind's trajectory.
Maybe he was "arrogant", because at this moment Caesar remembered the reason for his rebelliousness and arrogance, and also remembered that the hand on his shoulder had been away from him for a long time.
Caesar pulled out the "Arrogance", and the Han sword was unsheathed with a light wind sound in all directions. It did not cut the ears or stab people. The sword body of the "Dragon Color"-shaped Han sword suddenly lost its shadow under the light and shadow. The lines on the blade refract light at different angles, making those who look at it dizzy.
"It makes sense." Angers clapped softly.
Looking at the "arrogance" in his hand, Caesar looked back, but did not see what he wanted to see, so he silently inserted the dangerous sword back before the living bloodthirsty desire in the Han sword was aroused. In the dragon chanting sword box.
"It's a pity, I prefer "Taotie" or "Rage" to the Han Sword. "Caesar said with some regret as he retreated back to the group of people.
"Taotie" and "Wrath" are Damascus swords and sabers respectively. In terms of use and shape, they are closer to Caesar's hunting knife named "Dictado". The Han sword is indeed not a big deal for him. A handy weapon.
"If you want, you can try again to see if you can pull out Fury. After all, there is never a rule that a person can only pull out one." Angers suggested.
"No, I think it's enough to pull out "arrogance". "Caesar shook his head and refused.
There was a voice in his heart telling him that perhaps the only one he could pull out of the seven weapons was "arrogance". This was an unfounded intuition. He was willing to believe in this intuition instead of going for the sword. I was ugly once before.
"Lu Mingfei, it's your turn." Ange looked at Lu Mingfei.
Lu Mingfei shook his shoulders slightly, calmed down his mood, and walked to the light of the chandelier as if he was going to the execution ground.
"Don't be too stressed." Angers reassured him, "This should be easy for you!"
"Okay." This means that you have taken advantage of all seven "virtues," right?
Lu Mingfei wanted to spit some saliva into the palm of his hand, but he felt it was unhygienic, so he could only rub his hands vigorously to warm the palm of his hand, and took a deep breath to strengthen his courage.
"Still the same, starting from "***". "The vice principal said.
Lu Mingfei nodded, put his hand tentatively on the ribs, and then paused.
His reaction shocked everyone, because judging from the experience of the three people before drawing swords, it seems that when encountering a sword that matches the characteristics, the moment you hold the handle of the sword, you will feel like being hit by static electricity. (At least that's what the onlookers saw), and then it was a matter of course to draw the sword.
But in fact, Lu Mingfei didn't feel anything special at all now. He just felt a little nervous in his heart. He paused because he knew that he had probably been rejected by "***", otherwise he should have been in "Harry Potter" anyway. The first time the Savior held the wand of holly wood and phoenix feathers, Fu Ling had a heartfelt feeling. However, he didn't even feel it now. He just felt that the handle of the ribbed knife felt very good, and it should be quite comfortable to use it to commit seppuku. smoothly...
Lu Mingfei pulled out hard, and to his surprise, the "***" actually made him pull out such a large part! But just like Caesar, the remaining blade was stuck in the slot of the sword. The huge magnetic force locked the sword inside, making it impossible to pull it out completely!
"Not sexy enough." The vice principal commented, shaking his head.
Lu Mingfei let go of his hand, and his vagina was sucked back in and inserted firmly. He couldn't help but roll his eyes at the vice principal's comment. What does it mean that he's not sexy enough? Can you comment on the hormones of young people aged 18 or 9? Do you have this qualification? Do you still have morning erections every morning? How dare you criticize these awesome guys for not being sexy enough.
Well...he seems to be getting competitive in a weird way.
Lu Mingfei felt that his erotic heart had been insulted, and before the vice-principal could say anything, he raised his hand and pressed it on the "Taotie"... There was still no special feeling of happiness, which made him even more puzzled. Two family buckets are not enough for one night, right? Do you really have to follow Hannibal's example of eating human flesh to be recognized?
He pulled out the knife with force... Weird thing, the "Taotie" was pulled out like the "Taotie", but just like the "***", the blade of this Damascus knife
A piece of it was stuck in the sword box. Lu Mingfei shook it twice in disbelief, but he couldn't pull out the remaining small part.
"Isn't this thing broken?" Lu Mingfei let go of "Taotie" in confusion, and the sword rolled back into the sword trough and held it firmly.
"Orthodox craftsmanship is still worthy of trust. After all, this is the work of "Tianji Pavilion". Even the guys from the equipment department were full of praise for the techniques there when they went to Zhengyi. One or two even wanted to stay put. He rebelled against the party and changed his nationality to join the orthodox and learn the skills of blowing bellows and blacksmithing... It's a pity that he didn't want it because he felt that the white-skinned ghost was not worthy of inheriting the craftsmanship of his ancestors. "The vice principal shrugged.
Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes and said to himself that you are also one of the categories of racial discrimination words in your mouth, okay... He actually also knew that the vice-principal was using bad words to express the orthodox and euphemistic meaning. After all, some of the crafts passed down by ancestors in my hometown are about to be lost. The old people also firmly believe in the saying that it is passed down from male to female, and that it is passed down to the elder rather than the younger. They would rather lose it than break the rules, let alone pass it on to outsiders. .
“Then there’s ‘greed’. "The vice principal said.
"Junior brother, I think you are quite greedy. Every time you eat chicken drumsticks, you clearly agreed to have four drumsticks per person. You ate five drumsticks and said you would eat three drumsticks. You even hid one drumstick under the table and held it in your hand." Fingel said appropriately. He added some BUFF to Lu Mingfei at the right time. He didn't know whether he was talking about it for Lu Mingfei or for the "greedy" in front of Lu Mingfei.
"Fingel, shut up!" Lu Mingfei held the hilt of Kramer's sword, and his whole body suddenly fell into silence.
