I just want to touch, what bad thoughts can I have?

Chapter 179 Dazzling and jealous (4300 words)
The silver stick cut down with boundless momentum, Hou Yong didn't know if it was his own illusion, the skin covered by the wind of his sword felt like a needle prick, with a faint tingling pain.

At this moment, he realized that although he had overestimated the strength of the person in front of him as much as possible, in fact, he had far underestimated too much.

"Our Bajian Club, except for the head of the club, I am afraid that other people..."

A thought flashed through his mind, he wanted to raise the epee to counterattack, but he didn't have time to make the corresponding movement.

"Wow..."

With a pain in his abdomen, his face twisted under the severe pain, and he opened his mouth to cough up blood foam mixed with gastric acid and undigested matter.

He rolled all the way to the bottom of the ring, and the students dispersed spontaneously.

In the open space where the crowd dispersed, Hou Yong curled up.

He felt as if the eyes of countless people were focused on him at this moment.

It's just that there is basically no goodwill in it, and it is full of gloating and contempt.

He took a few breaths, glanced at Fang Qingran on the ring, held back the pain, and stretched out his hand to grab it into his bosom.

Touch left, touch right.

After a while, Fang Qingran remained silent as he watched the things he took out with great effort.

What year is it, and you still play a cloud-piercing arrow, and thousands of troops come to meet each other?
Hou Yong lay on the ground, and just as he was about to make a move, the energetic old voice echoed far away, shaking the flare gun in his hand, and he rolled away to the side.

"You guys, are you going to stage a full martial arts exercise at the sword playing platform of the Sword Dao Academy?"

As soon as this statement came out, the audience was silent.

Including Hou Yong, everyone in the audience, whether it was Ba Jian Club or other students, more or less noticed some changes in their expressions.

"This voice...is this voice Donglai Sword Master?

Donglai Juggernaut has been paying attention to our every move? "

Most of the students had disbelief written all over their faces.

When they thought that a legendary figure like Juggernaut could possibly see everything that happened just now from beginning to end, they couldn't help but feel a sense of suffocation in their hearts.

This is because the mood swings are too violent.

Lowering their heads, one by one, the students were more concerned about their own attire, for fear of leaving a bad impression on the Juggernaut.

At the same time, many students unconsciously focused their attention on Ba Jianshe and the others, showing some pity.

The sentence Senior Donglai just said was clearly aimed at this group of people.

Perhaps this sentence will not make them become street rats and everyone shouts and beats them, but the Bajian Club is afraid that it will become a joke among the teachers and students in the school. Big discount.

If it is not handled well, it is likely to become an ordinary small society from now on.

Hou Yong, the chief culprit who caused this scene, trembled more and more.

How could he have thought that one of his actions could attract the words of the Juggernaut!
How can He De He can!
This is too unscientific!

After entering Tianshu Academy for so many years, he never thought that he would get closer to the Sword Master in this way.

When he shook people before, not to mention the Juggernaut, not even a teacher stopped him. If he said it was not allowed earlier, wouldn't he have done what he did today!
"One sentence overwhelms the Bajian Society, if only I can reach this height one day.

Compared with the so-called domineering of the Bajian Club, this level can be called the real domineering! "

Barely supporting himself to stand up, Mo Yong's mood at this time was as if he had drunk a bottle of iced drink in the dog days.

The heart is cool, the heart is flying, and it is extremely cool!
No matter how uncomfortable Ba Jian Society is now, he is as happy as he is, and his joy is based on the pain of the other party's club.

Looking around from the corner of his eye, his eyes lingered on Fang Qingran and Mo Yong for a while, Hou Yong lowered his head, and greeted the remnants of Bajian Society's defeated generals.

"let's go."

With Gu Donglai's words, how could he dare to stay in Yijiantai for a long time, without caring about picking up the signal gun, and left along the corridor in desperation, not even daring to wait for the elevator.

Because of Ba Jian Club's domineering way of doing things, their reputation in the Kendo Academy is really not that good. This time they suffered from being dumb, and they couldn't arouse the sympathy of other students of the Kendo Academy.

Generally speaking, the evaluation is just two words - it deserves it!
Without the existence of the Bajian Society, the Yijiantai did not take too long, and the scene of the past was restored.

It's just that, without exception, the students who are now on the stage of Yijian, all seem to be much more serious.

No one can guarantee whether the senior Donglai Sword Saint is still paying attention to the situation on the Yijian stage.

"I didn't expect Senior Gu to speak at such a time..."

Putting the stick back into its sheath, Fang Qingran felt a little surprised.

Seeing that nothing happened, when he turned to leave, the young man on the ring stopped him.

"Brother Fang, wait!"

He took out a elixir from the porcelain bottle and poured it into his mouth, Mo Yong's face recovered a tinge of blood, he poured out another one in his palm, and handed it to Fang Qingran:
"Yangyuan Xiongxin Pill.

You should have consumed a lot just now, let's get one. "

Without hesitation at all, Fang Qingran picked up the pill and put it in her mouth.

The elixir melts at the entrance, transforming into a warm current, flowing along the meridians to the limbs and bones.

After a few rounds of luck, the previous consumption suddenly replenished a lot, and his eyes moved slightly:

"This one is not cheap."

"Compared to Fang Xuedi, you have helped me a lot, what is it?"

Mo Yongman waved his hand indifferently.

He looked at the young man in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

He just passed by the entrance of the Sword Academy, and saw that this freshman seemed to be walking the path of dual swords, so he stepped forward to ask a few words, and helped a little bit, who knows, he and his Hejian Club, But because of this, he managed to get through the difficulties.

In contrast, the 'connections' he has worked hard to accumulate, when it comes to critical junctures, one by one becomes more realistic than the other, and he is not even willing to wave the flag to cheer for momentum.

When he was moved, he pursed his lips, his expression showing a little bitterness:

"Fang Xuedi, in fact, you shouldn't stand up for me.

This failure will never allow the Bajian Society to stop their annexation. On the contrary, they may come out of you, stare at you, and divide you into the same ranks as me.

Sorry, I may have caused you more trouble. "

"Could it be that the Bajian Society is more dangerous than Tianshu Shiying?"

Fang Qingran raised his eyebrows.

"This..." Mo Yong couldn't help laughing, "How can Bajian Society compare with Tianshu Shiying!"

"In front of any Tianshu Shiying, Bajianshe is as weak as a small ant, no difference at all."

"Well, that's all right."

Fang Qingran didn't care about the Tao.

There is already the ninth seat of Tianshu Shiying chasing him, and it is not a big problem if there is another Bajianshe chasing him.

After all, she is dazzling, and she is always jealous.

"If I have your strength, Junior Fang, maybe I can be as fearless as you."

Mo Yong's eyes were slightly envious.

Before he entered Tianshu Academy, he could be called a genius, but after entering here, all the honors and halos of the past were gradually stripped away layer by layer.

Until now, he has realized that he is just one of the ordinary students in this school, high or low, nothing special, just ordinary.

Thoughts flashed through him, his eyes fell on the two sword hilts behind Fang Qingran, and his eyes were a little dazed for a moment.

His eyes slowly became struggling, and after a while, he hesitated and asked a sentence:

"Brother Fang, it seems that you haven't practiced the technique of double swords professionally, have you?"

Hearing this, Fang Qingran nodded.

After receiving this answer, Mo Yong seemed a little relieved.

"I know that maybe these words shouldn't come out of my mouth, but..."

He turned his face slightly:

"It's still early, I personally suggest that maybe it's better to abandon the dual swordsmanship and switch to single swords."

"You don't practice double swords yourself..."

Before Fang Qingran could finish his sentence, he recalled the conversation between the person from Bajian Club and the other party before, feeling thoughtful.

Mo Yong smiled, as if recalling the past, a helpless gentleness appeared on his face.

"To this day, in the Hejian Club, in fact, I am the only one left.

The other members of the club were either forced to switch clubs and quit the club due to the pressure of the Bajian club, or they gave up and left after trying to practice dual swords...

That Hou Yong from the Bajian Society, speaks harshly, but... I know what he said, and it seems that it may be correct at present.

The previous head of the Hejian Club also said a similar thing when he handed over the position of head of the club to me.

It's just that at that time, my heart was higher than the sky, and I believed that I could be an exception, a special one, and I couldn't listen to it at all. "

"I will not give up."

After listening to the narration, Fang Qingran looked firm.

"?!"

The lost Mo Yong's eyes lit up, like a thirsty traveler seeing an oasis in the desert.

"Are you serious?"

"I am serious."

Fang Qingran pulled the hilt of his sword calmly.

Sword move refreshed!

After observing carefully for a while, Mo Yong's expression gradually became fiery.

He felt that he might have met a like-minded friend who could resonate with each other's souls.

"If it were you..."

Feeling that something was wrong with the atmosphere, Fang Qingran quietly took a step back.

He suspected that the other party might have misunderstood something.

The various bonuses of the silver sticks are too high, even if there are better weapons to replace them in the future, they will continue to glow in the bloodline space.

He will never give up any weapon!

Regardless of attribute, regardless of quality, any one!
"Brother Fang, do you want to learn double swordsmanship?"

Mo Yong's smile at the moment resembled a real estate sale.

"Senior Mo, if you are willing to teach, I am sure I am willing to learn!"

Fang Qingran felt that the senior asked this question very substandardly, if he could master one more technique, why wouldn't he want it.

"Then we've made a deal!"

Mo was radiant, and added with a smile:
"Don't worry, there is a mandatory requirement to learn this without joining the Hejian Club."

……

The headquarters of Bajian Society.

In a small three-story building, a cold voice sounded:
"Hou Yong, are you back?"

"Vice President Liao, it turns out that you are here?"

Hou Yong, who quietly slipped into the small building with low footsteps, wiped the cold sweat from his brow and forced a smile.

"The head of the club is currently retreating to break through the third-tier torch realm. I'm not here, so who will take care of the operation of our club?"

The short-haired, blue-shirted man with glasses came out of the corner, and his eyes fell on Hou Yong and his party.

Looking at the minor or serious injuries on their bodies, he couldn't help frowning slightly.

"What happened?

Also, how is the Hejian Club that you guys have dealt with now? "

"Uh...this..."

Hou Yong wiped off his sweat, not daring to look at the blue-shirted youth.

"Ok?"

Vice President Liao raised his voice several degrees.

Snapped!
Hou Yong slid to his knees on the spot, hugged the blue-shirted youth's thigh, and cried bitterly:
"Vice President Liao, you don't know. Everything is going smoothly for me. I just need to slash the sword with Kacha to make Mo Yong surrender, and offer both hands to the Hejian Club. Who knows, who knows... "

He raised his head and took a peek at his vice president, and quietly wiped his snot on his thigh.

"Who knows what?"

Vice President Liao looked down.

"Who would have thought that a student who had never seen one before, wearing a bathrobe and carrying two swords, jumped out of the way, he..."

Hou Yong's voice gradually lowered:

"When he came up, he blocked my sword with one kick, and then smashed a kendo field, knocking down a large area."

He tightly hugged Vice President Liao's thigh:
"But ah, but I defended all these two waves!
It's just that he made a sneak attack later, I was careless and didn't dodge! "

"To put it simply, you failed to complete the order given by the club leader?"

Vice President Liao captured the essence directly.

"It's...it's true, but I really tried my best. It can't be my fault. It's not a crime of war, vice president!"

Hou Yong howled.

"Failure is failure, failure must be punished, this is the system of our community!"

Vice President Liao kicked hard, seeing that he couldn't push away Hou Yong who was hugging his thigh, he clapped his hands.

Immediately, two strong men stepped forward, each took Hou Yong's arm, put him in the middle, and dragged him to the outside of the small building.

Hou Yong cried bitterly, he struggled desperately, his voice echoed in the three-story building:

"Let me go this time, Vice President Liao, I have made meritorious service to the society, and I have shed blood for the society!"

Vice President Liao snorted coldly, took out a tissue and wiped the place where he was hugged just now, turned around and disappeared into the shadows in the corridor.

Going up to the highest floor, in front of the small attic, he knocked on the door respectfully.

"Is something wrong?"

There was a voice in the attic that didn't seem like a living person, but sounded like iron plates rubbing against each other.

"Master club leader, it's me."

Even through a door, Vice President Liao still bowed his head respectfully, and whispered the experience that Hou Yong had narrated before.

"Because someone temporarily drew his sword to help, our operation failed this time. Is that what you mean?"

There was a voice of inquiry in the attic.

"This should be."

Vice President Liao said, pushing his glasses: "But it cannot be ruled out that this is the foreign aid the other party found.

You also know that in today's Tianshu Academy, there are not many practitioners of dual swordsmanship, and the probability of Mo Yong meeting the other party..."

At this time, a voice in the attic interrupted him:
"It doesn't matter whether the road is uneven, whether you draw your sword to help, or the helper Mo Yong found, it doesn't matter to me."

Hearing this, Vice President Liao seemed to realize something:
"That's right, after all, the club leader, you..."

A slightly sharp laughter resounded in the attic like iron plates rubbing against each other:

"Okay, I already know about this, you go back first.

Next, you can send some people to observe their movements, and there is no need to cause conflicts unless necessary.

Be patient, when I leave the customs, everything will settle down. "

"Society leader, is it possible that you are about to break through the third-tier flame torch realm?"

Vice President Liao's tone was quite excited:
"Once you break through the Torch Realm, the status of our society in the academy will definitely rise significantly."

"How can it be so easy to break through the Torch Realm?"

The words in the attic are a little helpless:

"I'm just about to take an extremely important step forward on the road to the candle limit and advanced to the flame realm."

His last voice, echoing in the attic, gradually fell silent:

"However, even just this one step is enough to make me invincible in the light candle limit."

(End of this chapter)