Chapter 150

Sang and nodded.

That's what he thought from the beginning to now.

It's exactly the same.

"Come on, give me a good drill." Xiao Linran said.

"Miss Xiao, your injury..."

Xiao Linran laughed and said, "what is such a small injury? It doesn't matter!"

Listening to Xiao Linran's words, he didn't say much about singing, so he had to start practicing sword.

So far, he has only practiced Tianshu sword in Beidou swordsmanship. After all, he has to eat every mouthful of rice and soak every girl one by one.

This is the first time to use all the moves of Tianshu sword. It looks smooth and dripping, but some places are not clever enough.

"Pretty good." Xiao Linran nodded, lowered his head and looked at his wound. Suddenly, his eyes didn't jump out. He quickly waved to the high song, "come first!"

Singing and running.

"Did you put something on the sword? My wound hasn't healed yet?" As an immortal, I don't know how much higher my healing ability is than that of ordinary people. According to the truth, such a shallow wound, even if it was changed to yuexincheng, I'm afraid it's almost good. At least the blood will stop, but at this time, Xiao Linran's wound is still infiltrating blood, which looks very strange.

When he looked at it, he was also a little confused, but he quickly stretched out his hand, grabbed Xiao Linran's arm and began to cross into the power of the stars in his body.

But for a moment, Xiao Linran's wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Eh?" This change surprised Xiao Linran. He looked at the song and his eyes became more and more confused.

It was the first time he could not see through a young man.

Gao Ge coughed and said, "maybe it's because I don't have strong Qi in my body. Therefore, the sword Qi given to Feixing sword is somewhat different from other sword repairs, which makes the wound difficult to heal."

Xiao Linran thought and nodded.

Only the saying of singing can barely explain.

Then, Xiao Linran held Bo Li's sword in his hand and recalled the actual sword skills between singing, but he stopped after practicing.

He shook his head, looked at the song and said, "your sword technique is really strange. I have been immersed in kendo for so many years. I can remember your sword move after reading it once, but I can't show it in many places."

"Why?" Listening to Xiao Linran's words, it's strange to sing.

Xiao Linran shook his head, thought for a long time, and said, "I don't understand this problem, perhaps because this sword move is too complicated."

I don't believe it anymore.

When he practiced Beidou swordsmanship, he didn't think how complicated it was!

I don't even have such a feeling. How can Xiao Linran feel that the sword technique is profound and difficult to master?

To say that his Kendo attainments have surpassed Xiao Linran, Gao Song doesn't believe it.

"By the way, I have prepared a scabbard for your knife."

Xiao Linran threw the knife Qin Yan gave to Gao Ge.

As a result, long Dao sang and took the long Dao out of its sheath. Looking at the scarlet blade on it, he was a little surprised.

"The blood on the blade can't be wiped off?"

"It's been around for hundreds of years, don't you think?" Xiao Linran said with a smile, "but Qin Yan didn't lie to you. This knife is a good thing. It's certainly not as useful as your flying star sword when defending the enemy, but it will have a miraculous effect when dealing with some dead souls. You can keep it easily."

Singing and nodding, this is what Xiao Linran would do if he didn't say, not to mention that the knife was originally a treasure. Even if it wasn't a treasure, he would treasure it. After all, it was given to him by Qin Yan. The general who had never fallen in the battlefield died in the war could not be waved away in his mind.

He has seen what is a real tiger general and a real hero.

But now he doesn't have a portable space. The star map in his body can only put away the flying star sword, but he can't put away the long knife. It's unrealistic to run around the world with the long knife.

After leaving Jiange, Gao Ge returned to the dormitory and learned from Yuexin Chengkou that the competition would be held three days later. It was almost the same to see what the college wanted. Gao Ge was not surprised. The real surprise was that after this competition, he didn't know when the next competition would be. He wouldn't compete once a month.

Sing, think, also want to understand why.

After this competition, I'm afraid Xiuxian college will fall into the turbulence of personnel transfer. There is not enough energy to prepare for the competition, and the competition once a month is more or less too frequent.

In the next three days, singing in class can obviously feel that the students in the class are not as enthusiastic about themselves as before.

Although everyone can understand the idea of singing, after all, even they want to continue to climb up. Who is willing to stay in the wild class all his life? But even so, they still couldn't accept it. It wasn't long for them to sing to class 8, but during this time, they felt the glory. Class 8 had a song, which made all the students in class 8 feel "stand up".

But after singing and leaving, class 8 of Huangzi will recover as before and become the bottom existence of the whole Xiuxian college.

Probably aware of this, Liu Zhongyi also specifically called Gaoge to do ideological work for him and told Gaoge that when the competition is over, don't leave any pressure in your heart and do it boldly. Everyone will understand him.

However, Gao Ge gave Liu Zhongyi a strange feeling. No matter what Liu Zhongyi said, Gao Ge just weighed and cast, with a clear posture, but always with a seemingly meaningless smile on his face, and I don't know what the boy's idea is in his heart.

Three days passed quickly. On the day of the competition, people came to the Dragon Pavilion. Even Tang Jiusi followed behind each other, looking like a small attendant.

This time, I've seen people singing.

The middle-aged man, sitting on the high platform with Gongsun Moyang, is the legendary seat.

Thousands of people in Xiuxian college came together, with gongs and drums.

Many students, with confident smiles on their faces, hope that through this competition, their strength will be recognized by the teachers.

The students of Tianzi class are also very nervous. They are fully prepared and want to show their strength in front of the people in Longge. If they are lucky, they may be able to directly enter Longge and become members of Longge.

This is the dream of every student of Xiuxian college.

Of course, except singing.

Even if it was decided by Tang Jiusi of Longge, he was not very excited. For him, he was still a free man, more unrestrained and more attractive.