MTL - Life Going Wild With Plug-ins-Chapter 35 It's time to perform real technology ~!

The original venue was demolished by me, and I changed places in the afternoon test. The maid came to pick up early. For the first time I had made such a disaster, I was quite worried. I secretly asked Ye Tan how much money the owner would pay to forgive me. Ye Tan's face is not easy, I think it's worse.

Yang Qingzhou greeted him quickly, and his face was completely dark. He even blamed himself for failing to do his best, causing guests to quarrel. Please forgive me.

I tried every way to follow the rules. Others came to me to pick up troubles; I set up a house, and others apologized to me. I can hardly understand these people.

I whispered this to Ye Tan, he just nodded.

"Are you angry?" I watched him carefully.

"How can this be?" Ye Tan asked.

"I was the first to get into trouble." I looked down at my hands and reflected, "I can't control my strength. Should I dissipate my internal forces a little more ..."

Ye Tan interrupted abruptly: "Don't say anything."

I closed my mouth obediently.

I kept silent, his expression suddenly eased a lot, and he said, "How has the master never learned luck?"

I nodded: "Will you teach me?"

"Whenever the master orders, why do you want to?" Ye Tan said looking at the ground.

This man really was angry. But he was so gentle when he was angry that he probably didn't notice it himself.

I'm so cute.

I thought about rubbing his head. Ye Tan's face was inexplicable.

In the morning, the original crew changed their clothes and took their seats one by one. Everyone looked at me, half of them were in awe and hatred, but no one came to pick things.

It may not be a bad thing.

The trial performances are mostly in nature, regardless of the outcome, they are extremely good-looking, but I do not know why everyone is a little absent-minded.

Until the new one jumped on the stage and said, "Wuyi Qiu is easy to be steep, and he dare to ask the Prince of Fuling Jiange for advice."

Isn't this person the bowl of hibiscus soup at noon.

Only then were the drowsy crowd present, and the time shook their spirits, their eyes staring at me like a torch.

... what do you expect so much from me?

Yang Qingzhou knew that he had a gap with me and seemed to have a headache. He was busy rounding out the road: "Yi Shaoxia, the competition of the sword competition is to admire the style of a hundred soldiers, and the gentleman has never brought a weapon, so it is better to change for a personal test."

"Admiring the famous sword? Hahahaha," Yi Qiao saw him mentioning the crop, and couldn't help laughing. "Don't you have a sword? It's better to bring it for everyone to see."

It was only after his words that someone laughed. A few probes sitting close to the two of them looked at the small frustrated sword between Yao Tan's waist, and laughed eagerly.

Hey, a group of mortals, laughing at this creation god.

"Adam," I said, "go up and play with him."

Ye Tan naturally can't beat him. His current practice is that he is afraid that it is also the last countdown in the table. This sword is the laughing stock of the audience. It will only end up in a badly wounded position. Just make a ridiculous harlequin. I was thinking of how to persuade him that Ye Tan had risen in silence.

I pulled his sleeves and whispered, "Just be careful to avoid the broken sword."

Ye Tan responded, still looking back.

I think he was just so generous and righteous, and felt a little distressed in his heart.

Huantai is half-height. Participants jumped up and down for the show's merit. Only Yetan, who walked around the field for half a week, became the first person to walk up the steps. He went around the whole half, and each saw that his footsteps were floating, his practice was shallow, and his sword was even more generous.

Yi Qiao was on the field, with anger and mockery in half, hoping to step him under his feet earlier. Yang Qingzhou was busy advising: "Everyone is a knight, hope is over, and don't hurt your peace."

Ye Tan stood and saluted, and steadily pulled his sword across his chest: "Jege Ye Tan, please enlighten me."

The small rubbing sword is still a small rubbing sword, mixed with impurities of inferior copper and iron. It has been rusty for two days, and the dirty wooden sword handle and lacquer have no money to brush on, and use a rag that has been worn. Twisted. The sword body was broken abruptly once, and they were fused together at will, and the forging method was ugly enough to look straight.

The guests who were accustomed to the weapon of the magic weapon had never thought that there could be such a frustrated sword in the world.

"You guys, known as the sword pavilion, make such a shabby thing? Doesn't your school have only this sword, how can I explain it if it's broken?" Yi Qiao satirically said.

"Break it up," Ye Tan said lightly.

"... ha ha ha, okay." Yi Qiao irritated with a smile, "Well, you can make up if you break it. I've seen who you broke off to help you make up."

Yi Qiao is too lazy to talk nonsense with the chicken, just want to know about one trick, cheat himself, Ye Tan knows that his strength is very different, and he is definitely not as fast as him. This is unavoidable, and he can only get a very defensive posture. With the sword in front of her chest, she was ready to pull back.

But when Yi Qiao cut it down solidly, his hand felt slightly, Ye Tan's face changed, but he didn't want to block it, but he saw that Yi Qiao's movement was still going with the trend. Thanks to his intuition, he turned his head sideways, his cheek There was a sharp blade breaking through the wind-it was a sharply cut half-blade.

Yi Qiao maintained the posture of landing and stung for a long time.

Everyone in the room looked silly.

"Atan, you can come back." My voice was a bit abrupt in the silence, beckoning Yetan.

Ye Tan's feelings of horror are no less than those of others.

"It's impossible! You cheated !!!" Yi Qiao burst into a drink, flew down and drew the follower's short knife, then turned back on the stage, cut it with a knife, Ye Tan instinctively pulled his sword a block, and still felt light. The knife was also cut off.

Yi Qiao was furious, clapping his hands to strike, but the figure turned over but was intercepted by Yang Qingzhou. Yi Qiao was still cursing something, Yang Qingzhou obstructed and persuaded for a long time, and kicked the table angrily and left.

Ye Tan slowly walked to find the steps to prepare to return. Before taking a few steps, someone said loudly: "Helan Tai He Mou Qiu Ge Ye Tan Tan Ye Xia." Jumped up.

Ye Tan did not agree or refuse, and looked at me as if waiting for instructions.

I think he won't be able to walk for a while, and he waved his hand and said, "If you want to, just accompany them to play, and come back if you are unhappy."

Ye Tan nodded and turned to fight.

When it comes to fighting, there is really nothing to do with him. All the blades of the soldiers are wiped off with little effort.

People around did not believe in evil, went up one by one to try, a large piece of crackling piled up under the feet.

I'm looking at it.

After a good test, he became more and more jumpy. Yang Qingzhou squatted down and looked down at the stage with a frown, and it looked really good hahaha.

"One hundred." Someone suddenly reported.

Those who did not believe in evil had died down at this time, and looked at Ye Tan in amazement. He might finally feel that he had played enough and was ready to step down.

"The heroes stayed." Yang Qingzhou suddenly kept his voice and asked respectfully and archly. "The late student dare to consult Jiange, dare to ask, what is the name of this sword?"

There was a sudden uproar around, and one after another said: The owner asked for the name of the sword, which meant that it would be included in the list of Pinjian Conference, and it was passed down from now on.

Ye Tan did not answer him and looked at me from a distance.

He may be waiting for my name.

This sword certainly has a name.

This sword is called a small rubbing sword.

How can I say what the flower wipes.

I stood up stiffly in the highly anticipated eyes.

Without blushing, he said:

"This sword is called the Great Sword of Divine Physics Oath of Victory."

Yang Qingzhou: "..."

I sighed and said, "This sword rests on the desire of the souls of all wars in the world since ancient times for victory, so it is invincible. Only those who have touched King Arthur's hair are eligible to pull it out."

Everyone at the scene was in full respect.

Yang Qingzhou took a deep breath and said, "Yes, can you say it again ... It's too long to remember."

Me: "Sacred Physics promises a great sword of victory."

Yang Qingzhou: "Holy ... what to learn? What great victory sword ..."

Me: "Sacred Physics promises a great sword of victory."

Yang Qingzhou: "The victory of sacred physics constrains the great sword."

Me: "It is an oath victory, not a victory constraint."

Yang Qingzhou: "Vows Physics ... Holy ... Big Sword."

Me: "Fuck's enough."