After the next sentence, Bai Lang straightened up and no longer looked at Yu Ping, but at the three waist knives behind Yu Ping.
Yu Ping was the treasurer, and he didn't have a knife at his disposal. What he could use were the accounting offices that specialized in accounting. The knife shop is very clear about this. Which stall you are in charge of depends on the kind of manpower you have assigned to it. We will definitely not spread combat power casually everywhere. This is not conducive to management and is not conducive to using good steel on the blade.
Therefore, the three waist knives behind Yu Ping must not be the manpower that the treasure chest should have. And in Qianfang again, the identity of the other party has actually been revealed. Either the lobby of Qianfang or the scraper, they are all subordinates who nominally belong to Bailang, the town hall.
According to the rules of the sword academy, even if it is not a facilitation relationship, there is still a subordinate position. The relationship between superiors and subordinates is supported by the power endorsed by the sword academy, and the minimum etiquette must be taken into account. It's okay not to mention it. There are many rough people in the knife shop, so there are many people who ignore this. But if you dare to ignore it after it is brought up, you are flouting the rules of the knife studio. If you dare to do this, you will be in serious trouble.
Therefore, in the face of Bai Lang's questioning, the three waist knives didn't dare to pretend not to hear, even if their faces were ashen, let alone remain unmoved. This is not something they can resist if they want to follow Yu Ping.
"My subordinates pay homage to Bai Zhentang!"
Even if you are reluctant, you still have to show this set of etiquette. It's just that when these words were spoken, there was no so-called respect at all, and it was obviously perfunctory. Moreover, bowing and cupping hands were just putting on airs, without any sincerity at all.
"Tsk tsk, the three of you are responsible for following me from today on. You will familiarize me with the situation of Qianfang and run errands for me at the same time. Now go buy me a pot of sweet wine. I am very thirsty." Bailang said, The stall brought five cents. No names are called, it just depends on who of the three picks up the call.
Yu Ping, who was standing next to him, looked at Bai Lang's "performance" with a half-smile. He was curious about how a mere eighth-grade warrior with such little strength could have the confidence to play like this. Do you really think that you can control the situation by yourself without relying on the rules of the sword hall and Liu Xu's remaining power?
If it were anyone else present, Yu Ping would not dare to say "absolutely". After all, the rules in the knife studio are still very scary. But the three people present were his confidants who had been with him for many years. They were brought into Qianfang to reap benefits this time. How could they bend down and submit to Bailang? So in the end, it all came down to whether Bailang's methods were strong enough to hold up the situation.
If you can't hold it back, you can't even hold down the hall and the gut-scraper below, then the town hall, which is still considered a piece of shit, will immediately become a joke. The only outcome is to be kicked by the swordsman and sent to a corner somewhere.
As for holding on? Yu Ping felt it was simply impossible. Bailang was in the eighth grade, and the three waist knives he faced were all in the seventh grade and were experienced among the waist knives. What can Bailang, a half-grown baby with hair that hasn't even been shaved off, do to support himself?
"Don't you understand what I said? Or do you want to disobey me?" Bai Lang's face was covered with frost, and he seemed very angry that the three of them were ignoring him.
Bailang's performance was even more unbearable in Yu Ping's eyes, as if he was watching a self-righteous fool trying to flatter himself.
"Tsk, Bailang, what you said is right, are you disobeying me? It's just the first time you've met, who wouldn't be a little arrogant? You have to have some ability to make people run errands and act as followers. Didn't you just yell to get your position right? Is that so? You just use rules to pressure people, you won’t be able to convince everyone! Is this how Master Liu taught you?"
"Oh? Brother Yu seems to know a lot about this? I am the mayor of this place. If they don't obey, can't I use the rules to suppress them? What should I do?"
"Haha, Bai Lang, are you really stupid or are you pretending to be stupid? If the people below are not convinced, then you have to beat them until they are convinced. Isn't this the way our knife studio always works?"
Yu Ping smiled happily, he just wanted to push Bai Lang to the point of exhaustion and couldn't get off the stage. The opportunity is so rare today. Bailang foolishly came to the scene and happened to be bumped into by him. At another time, there would have been many waist knives on the same level as Liu Xu in the field. Once someone supported him, Bai Lang would never be as easy to control as he is today. So Yu Ping was ready to hit Bailang hard with a stick, and he must knock Bailang down. Either get out of here, or just be a show-off.
Bai Lang also laughed, smiling equally happily, and even took out the short knife hanging on his waist while laughing.
"Brother Yu is right. I almost forgot the old rules in our knife studio."
As he spoke, he held a sword in his hand. Bailang tilted his head slightly and smiled at the three waist swordsmen on the other side who also pulled out daggers from their waists and said: "Come on, the three of you, I'm going to kill each of you with one ear." , let you take a good long memory."
"Hahaha! Okay, okay! Bailang is so brave! What are you three waiting for? Why don't you learn Bai Zhentang's clever tricks!" Yu Ping bent over with joy. I have seen stupid people, but I have never seen someone as stupid as Bai Lang. Three seventh-level players fight against one eighth-level player. Wouldn't it be a joke if the win is still unsound? Just wait and see how Bailang ends.
The three waist knives also came up slowly by licking blood. Even though they have not killed anyone seriously for a few days following Yu Ping, they still have the experience and ruthlessness they should have.
Just like what Bailang said just now, he was definitely not joking about picking people's ears. The three people on the opposite side were ready to do the same. After all, it was a "discussion", and swordsmen and swords had no eyesight, and it was Bailang who was the first to ask for a one-on-one. There's Yu Ping standing by as a witness, so what's there to be afraid of?
Of course, harming people's lives is not allowed.
The bustle here has long kept the workers away from the site, and some fragile things were moved away at Yu Ping's signal. In just a short while, a small space about three feet in diameter was vacated.
They were all armed with daggers, and they were not prepared to fight. Such a large territory was enough, so we just had to decide the winner as soon as possible.
"Bai Zhentang, then we will be offended!"
"bring it on!"
The two sides were entangled in each other as soon as their words fell.
The sword flashes around, avoiding the opponent's vital points, but every inch of the sword's light is used in the same way as a portable knife. Attacking close to the body, the sharpness is still accompanied by countless variables.
The smile on Yu Ping's face tightened within the first few moments of contact. He found that Bai Langqi was like a tiger undulating and leaping in the jungle when he was approaching. He seemed to be arrogant but extremely dexterous. Although this method is still the method of carrying a knife, it is not any sword technique he knows.
And as soon as it made contact, Bai Lang's knife immediately saw blood. The two waist knives were caught off guard and failed to take Bai Lang's strange and fierce knife moves, and their chests and arms were cut open. But fortunately, he closed his hands, the opening was very shallow and not big, so it wouldn't affect it for the time being.
But there is no stalemate or big change in the personal style of play. Winning or losing, or even life or death, can often be determined from the very beginning.
In the middle of the field, Bai Lang made a wrong step, changed from a sudden move to a detour, turned around and cut into the back of a waist knifeman. At the same time, he raised the short knife diagonally in his hand, which was tricky and vicious. It was aimed at the opponent's neck. If it was scratched, it would result in violent bloodshed and no rescue.
In panic, the knife in his waist could only tilt his head.
"ah!"
A scream, which missed the vital point but could not miss the edge of the knife and swiped his ear. The ears were cut off neatly from the base. Then he was kicked out of the battle circle.
With one person missing, the situation took a turn for the worse. There were two more screams, and two pieces of ears fell to the ground.
Then Bailang stretched out his hand again, still placing five cents in his palm.
"A pot of sweet wine, hurry up."
