Whether it is an ancient house in the mountains or a small house in the forest.

The young man behind the table 'register' clenched his fists in his sleeves excitedly.

Half of it!

But you can't relax your vigilance now.

It's just the beginning when it really matters.

Half an hour.

He only has half an hour.

In this half hour, the players who were bribed by him and led him to open will not come back yet.

The middle and senior teachers and teacher representatives of the Taoist temple are also holding meetings around the results of this sword hunt and the next arrangement. No one will rush in and disturb them if they are scattered.

Several respected senior brothers have already returned to our hospital. The only two people who like to stroll have been arranged by the cottages in the forest went to the largest nightclubs and casinos in Ginza and Huangquan.

The last afternoon of the last day.

This half hour is the last time that the cottage in the forest strives to win!

Relying on the fake teapot bought from his uncle's internal price, he knocked on the original scoundrel in the mountains and impersonated it, and finally borrowed 240 handfuls from the original source as capital.

This is a gamble belonging to the hut in the forest.

A lie that can be easily exposed...

——He had never registered in the dojo, and even whenever he walked into the gate, there would be an alarm sound that would cause the insult to be exposed.

Now, now, right before the gate.

The time for harvest is here.

As time goes by, more and more students returning from the sword hunting are attracted by the crowd in front of the gate, obediently following the guidance of others, and presenting their hunting results with both hands.

I never doubted whether he was true or not.

Instead, he was very respectful to his arrogant and arrogant.

"Senior Brother in the Mountain, I am nine, ninety-two..."

The cottage in the forest looked up, glanced at the nervous look of the visitor, and clenched his ears: "The voice is smaller and I can't hear it."

"Didn't you eat?"

"High a little louder!"

The disciples of the Taoist temple who were watching the fun suddenly started to cheer, and a senior disciple angrily scolded: "In the Taoist temple, the fourth-year-old said that they could not hear it, but they could not hear it!"

The disciple stiffened nervously for a moment and tried hard to raise his voice: "Ninety-two!!!"

"Okay, next one!"

The cottage in the forest applauded and waved, signaling the volunteers who were picked by him to move another basket of swords and swords aside and change to an empty frame.

The next person was ready, raised his voice and shouted hard: "One hundred and seventy-nine!!!"

"Okay, very energetic!"

The hut in the forest was overjoyed and patted the blackboard beside him. Suddenly, the handwriting on it changed, and the top ten on the rankings underwent a new change. The original fourth place was squeezed down and replaced by a brand new name.

Behind the crowd, a disciple who was watching suddenly changed his face.

My ranking was actually squeezed down.

But then, excited shouts came from the crowd, shocked and shocked.

"Two hundred and thirty!!!"

Three-year-old Yoshito Sugino instantly ranked first!

Enjoying the excited gazes coming from around him, Suno immediately laughed proudly.

It's not long before the ridiculous thing lasted, a new first name was born.

The hut in the forest exclaimed:

"——The third year of birth of Kuroto Ichiro, 241!"

Suno's smile stiffened for a moment, and then he noticed the proud gaze from Kuroki, and his expression twitched... This guy is still leaving me with nowhere!

He clenched his fists angrily and pulled the follower beside him: "Funo, go find someone else and help me get a few knives. Today I must let the guy Hei Teng understand who is the first in his three years!"

Soon, as both sides mobilized their hands, they began to collect the empty swords in the hands of other disciples, and a new competition began under the rankings.

The smile of the cottage in the forest stiffened.

No, it's almost a big deal.

Things are beyond his control.

It has only been less than twenty minutes since time has passed, and in theory there are still ten minutes of safe time. But you cannot fully trust the plan. No matter how comprehensive the plan is, there will be flaws and accidents.

When it is broken, it will be broken.

The hut in the forest put down the registration board and handed the pen to another student who he called to help carry things. While everyone was not paying attention, he quietly shrank back...

But just as he was about to walk out of the crowd and disappear, a big hand suddenly pressed on his shoulder.

Hold on tightly.

So forcefully...

"etc!"

A hoarse voice sounded from behind. When the small house in the forest turned around as usual and looked at the gloomy Kanno behind him, the samurai raised his hand and said impatiently: "I still have two more unregistered here!"

The small house in the forest covered his stomach and smiled awkwardly: "Sorry, my stomach hurts a little. I have appointed Junior Brother Iwata for the registration work, you can find him."

"Oh..." Sugano let go of his hand and looked at his whereabouts with some confusion: "The toilet in the dojo is not far away, why are you walking out?"

The face of the small house in the forest suddenly became nervous: "What if the normal school finds out that I am a wanderer? Junior Brother Sugano, don't talk nonsense! I'll go back."

"Okay." Sugano nodded clearly and let go of his hand.

After walking two steps in the forest, he suddenly turned around and pointed to the busy registration position and said, "By the way, can you ask Junior Brother Sugano, please help me? For the time being, he may not be able to do it alone... The senior who was originally assisting the work was injured, and he really couldn't come."

"Ah, don't worry, leave it to me!"

Faced with this commission, Suno immediately patted his chest and showed a sincere and reliable smile.

Watching the hut in the forest go away and disappear.

Then he returned to the registered position and began to work diligently to defend his precious position at the top of the list.

"Come on, register... How many of this disciple do you give me?"

However, during the busy registration, new doubts soon emerged in his mind: Is the statistics on this list incomplete? He knew that several people had completed the sword hunt in advance, and their results were above him... Is this the ranking list of the day? Well, it's like the weekly abyss settlement in mobile games?

It's so strange...

Let’s go back and wait for the senior brother in the mountains to come back and ask.

And just in the stressful work, an angry roar came from the crowd.

"What are you guys doing here!"

The furious Sato rushed out of the dojo: "You actually took advantage of the meeting of the normal school to make trouble? If the sect didn't come to inform me, you guys would have to keep it in the dark... Hey, what are you doing!"

Staring at those eyes that were filled with anger and lightning, Sugino's expression stiffened for a moment, and then he became innocent: "I'm just helping to register?"

“Register?”

Sato was stunned for a moment and noticed something was wrong. He looked at the frames piled up on their tables and behind them, and a shadow of uneasiness appeared in his heart.

“What to register?”

"Didn't you say that you asked the senior Yamaakana to register the results of the sword hunt?" Sugino asked in confusion: "Look, we did a good job and even customized the ranking..."

Sato was stunned for a long time, stunned. When he reacted, he felt a stream of blood rushing into his forehead and his eyes turned black.

"Nonsense!" He couldn't help but roar: "I, when did I say such things!"

In anger, Sato didn't care about restraint, raised his hand and slapped Sugino in the face, actually slapped Sugino in the air, spinning in the air, and smashing it into the frame behind, and suddenly became in a mess.

Under the violent collision, the phantoms of the swords suddenly trembled, and as Kanno struggled and got up, they dissipated out of thin air.

Disappear.

Only empty boxes were left on the spot, and they were still rolling around on the ground.

It was like a mocking mouth, making a silent sneer.

Dead silence, dead silence comes...

"Why are you still standing there?"

Sato raised his face, his face pale, but his eyes were covered with blood, as scarlet as the karma fire of hell was burning: "Find it for me!!! Find it for me!!!"

"Find out the bastard in the mountains for me!"

His roar almost resounded for half of the Ueno Hirasaka, and he roared with murderous intent: "I must tear him to pieces!!!"
To be continued...