What's more?

In the hall, there are more than a dozen Kendo chiefs sitting in the town.

Before entering the gate of the hall, Yang Xu sensed that there seemed to be hundreds of peerless swords in the hall.

A terrible Kendo breath penetrated the dome of the stone hall and went straight up through the sky.

It makes people feel that the whole hall is like a peerless sword. The sword Qi rushes into the sky and points directly at the sky!

Boom!

Yang Xu pushed open the door of the main hall of the sword hall and walked into it without the guidance of Zhong Huang.

I don't know why.

Zhong Huang felt that Yangxu seemed to be a different person at the moment.

Originally, Yang Xu was like a modest boy in front of him. Although he was naughty, his temperament always converged.

But as soon as jiannantian happened, Yang Xu became sharp.

It seems like you have to do it at any time.

This worried Zhong Huang and hurriedly followed him:

This is the one who dares to fight directly with the strong people in the mixed cave environment!

In case of a fight.

The sword hall is in complete chaos!

Brush, brush!

When Yang Xu entered the main hall of the sword hall.

Suddenly, he felt dozens of sharp eyes converging towards him like a sword.

Other practitioners would probably feel a thorn in their back.

Maybe you'll even be excited to draw your sword immediately.

However.

There was no change in Yangxu's beautiful face from beginning to end.

Facing the sharp eyes, he looked calm and walked calmly into the hall.

Completely ignoring the sharp eyes around him, he quietly looked at the environment in the main hall of the sword Hall:

When Shifu was still in the sword hall, the hall didn't know whether it existed or not?

Has Shifu ever been in this sword hall?

As far as I could see, there were a row of stone benches on both sides of the hall, and a figure sat on each stone bench.

To Yangxu's surprise, several figures were covered with dust and their eyes were closed. They looked like a stone carving, motionless.

I don't know how long I've been sitting there.

When sensing the sharp edge of Yang Xu, the other dozen sword practitioners opened their eyes and looked at Yang Xu curiously.

Right in front of the hall, on a stone bench of the same style, sat a man in gold.

The man is in his early thirties. His face is white and his eyebrows are like a sword. He doesn't look sharp when looking at Xiang Yangxu.

Instead, with a trace of curiosity, he looked at Yang Xu from head to foot and smiled before saying anything:

"Is this little brother Yang Xu? I've heard of you for a long time."

He is not domineering at all, much less like a sword repair, but like a greasy old man who has no ambition and is ready to live in ignorance.

However.

Yangxu didn't dare to despise this person at all, just because when he spoke, just his voice brought Yangxu a fluctuation similar to sword Qi.

"Is this what master said, the realm of speaking like a sword?"

Yang Xu thought of Jian Nantian's original teaching and sighed in his heart:

"If master's Kendo cultivation has not been abolished, I'm afraid it's only stronger than this person?"

"Younger generation, no elder martial brother Jian is asking you. Why don't you answer?"

The middle-aged man sitting at the head of the hall leader's sword stared at Yang Xu.

He was very unhappy with the domineering young man.

Yang Xu looked directly into his bad eyes, but ignored him. Instead, he turned around and asked Zhong Huang:

"Who is this?"

His move immediately changed the eyes of the others in the hall.

Especially the middle-aged man targeted by Yang Xu, his face sank.

Zhong Huang said with a wry smile:

"Yang Xu, you noticed! This is a senior of Jianzong. The hall leader has no name."

"Oh, there are no swords, hall leader. Is this the sword sect one?"

Yang Xu looked at the gloomy Jian Zong Yi and said frankly:

"There are no swords. Do we have a festival? I don't like you?"

Before the gloomy Jian Zong spoke, Yang Xu said:

"In fact, to tell you the truth, I think jianzongyi is very upset."

Once you say that.

There was silence in the main hall of sword hall.

Zhong Huang's face was covered with a bitter smile. He wanted to talk, but he knew that he had no right to speak now.

Although he had known Yangxu's temperament for a long time, he still didn't expect that in this case, Yangxu could still act like no one else and be independent.

"Hahaha! Interesting, I like this boy very much, hahaha!"

A loud laugh interrupted the silence.

But the hall leader jianzongyi just above broke the silence with a hearty laugh.

His laughter seemed to be composed of countless sharp swords, which made countless small sword marks burst out on the walls around the main hall of the sword hall.

It's all caused by the sonic sword.

"Yangxu! You are very good. No wonder Taman praised you. The sword hall accepted you!"

Hall leader Jian Zongyi looked at Yang Xu with clear eyes:

"Your work suits my appetite. I've long seen the old thing long Kun. You play well!"

That's what the hall leader said. What else can others say?

The sword sect snorted coldly and shut up.

At this time, a gray man opposite him had a haggard face and no vitality in his eyes, as if he would die at any time.

He asked Yang Xu in a flat voice:

"If you want to join our sword hall, you need to worship the master alone. Enter its door, Yang Xu. Have you ever worshipped the master?"

Once you say that.

Brush!

Suddenly, several eyes with great temperature fell on Yangxu.

Yang Xu's name has long been spread in the Linglong hall. The people in the sword hall have long recognized his Kendo talent.

If you can bring such a young generation under your command

"Sorry, everyone of the sword hall, I have already worshipped my master, and he is my mentor. I promised him not to worship his master again."

Yangxu's words were like a basin of cold water, whistling and pouring water on all the sword masters present.

It was his decision that was beyond the expectation of the public.

You know, who can sit on a chair in the main hall of the sword hall is not a high figure in the sword hall.

Not to mention their status and background.

Their accomplishments in swordsmanship and kendo alone have made countless sword practitioners dream of it.

But the human boy refused without hesitation.

Is he a fool?

Doubts or strange eyes fell on Yang Xu's face.

Yangxu is too lazy to talk nonsense, let alone explain to them.

Zhong Huang's expression of pain on his face is a real experience of Yang Xu's temperament.

For a moment, the scene was so deadlocked.

As a result, the hall leader had no sword and laughed three times:

"Interesting, Yang Xu. You are very interesting! If you don't worship, you don't worship. You can join our sword hall. If you have any doubts about Kendo, you can ask me."