The friends also looked at him with laughter. From their cracked mouths and squinted eyes, Ren could tell that they didn't believe in him either. The friends spread out to open the place for him and forge swords.

The teacher made a gesture of invitation and said to him with a smile: "Little guy, I think you are very brave. Let's do this. You don't have to learn exactly the same thing. As long as you learn three or four points of my charm, you will be qualified."

I’ll give you all the candy I have in my bag.” Although the swordsmith had a smile on his face and was extremely sincere when he spoke, trying his best not to let ridicule or ridicule in his tone, but he has been under the shelter of others since he was a child.

The sensitive Ren still saw the disdain in his heart from his artificial smile. Especially the distrust of him by these friends who got along day and night, it was even more unbearable for him. If it was just some ordinary things with him,

The children from the same village or neighboring villages who were playing just laughed at him. Even the girls who were his childhood sweethearts also joined the team that laughed at him. This made him really unbearable. What he wanted to do most now was not to listen to these people.

People's ridicule and the swordsmith's nonsense should be quickly demonstrated in front of everyone. He is confident that he can really see the swordsmith's moves clearly and remember them all in his mind.

"Watch it." Renn walked to the middle of the circle of children. Thinking about it, his character has been like this since that time. He is very competitive and does not tolerate the slightest doubt about himself. Originally, he was

When he first raised his hand, he didn't have the idea that he had to master this set of sword skills completely. At that time, he just wanted to show off in front of his friends, and he would do half of it and keep the other half. As long as he could

It would have been nice to win the candy bar from the swordsmith, but now that he was stimulated by the smiling faces of these friends and the words of the swordsmith, his competitive spirit was completely burning, and he only wanted to make this set of swords.

Perform the method from top to bottom, and let these friends and the swordsmiths see how powerful they are.

He stood there, closed his eyes slightly, and tried hard to recall in his mind the steps and movements of the swordsmith when he used the sword technique just now. At this moment, he seemed to have opened the door to a new world. Before this, he had never

He doesn't think he is a smart child. Especially in the small private school run by the principal, his academic performance is not very good. Sometimes the recitation task assigned by the principal only takes a few minutes or ten minutes for others, but he has to do it.

It took several hours. Those words seemed to be against me. No matter how hard I racked my brain to recall these words that I had seen a few minutes ago, I couldn't remember them.

The village chief asked him to get up and recite. At that moment, the short poem he had just read caught up with him. Some words in it were completely hidden. He wanted to find them and merge them into one sentence.

Correct sentences take a lot of time. Because of this, ever since I entered the private school, I have been criticized by the village chief for reciting short essays. But now I am concerned about the trick the swordsmith just played.

He didn't put much effort into the swordsmanship. He just recalled it a little in his mind. Those scenes were like a movie, going through his mind completely and clearly. He even went through it in some places that needed special attention.

Slowing down and zooming in allowed him to see more clearly. If he didn't feel it himself, he would have thought he was actually watching a shadow puppet show played for him by someone outside.

A set of smooth swordsmanship was completed. During the whole process, he seemed to have entered a world that belonged only to himself. He could not hear other people's words, and he could only see a vague shape of other people's figures. He was completely

After integrating into that world, he could only feel that his brain seemed to be unable to control his body. And his body was not controlled by the brain and used all the moves he had just seen, without any reservation or any

Hidden clumsiness is truly shown to everyone.

But after it was all over, he saw that his friends and the swordsmith all had their eyes wide open and their mouths wide open, looking at him in surprise, as if they were looking at a monster, as if they had never known him before.

But soon, they recovered from this surprise, and the audience burst into warm applause led by a little fat man. It was the first time that he had been praised by others, and it was also the first time that he had received praise from so many people.

He loved being in the limelight in front of others. He loved this feeling. Before that, he had never done anything to be in the limelight. He had done more than one or two things to make a fool of himself in public. The group of friends surrounded him.

In the middle, I touched his shoulders and squeezed his arms, as if his body structure was different from those of those people, and the most surprising thing here was the swordsmith himself.

He knows his own swordsmanship best, and he also knows how much he weighs in his heart. Of course, his swordsmanship is not taught by those outside the world, nor is it taught by some famous sect or large sect.

The sect moves taught by the sect were exactly what he saw on a stone tablet. After he saw it, he copied all the words and illustrations on the stone tablet into a notebook, and practiced according to this notebook.

It took five years for him to become a swordsman. He knew that his foundation was weak. He still became a monk halfway and had no guidance from experts. He relied on himself to imitate every move from the book. Naturally, he was unable to exert the strength of this swordsmanship itself. After becoming a monk,

After becoming a swordsmith, he came into contact with more people, and there were many people who had their own unique understanding of swordsmanship. Some of them were self-taught, and more of them graduated from professional institutions. The warriors here

Mostly, followed by knights, because the profession of warrior was very popular in that era when magic was not particularly popular. Don't even mention the past, even now, warrior is the profession that many poor children are most willing to choose, for no other reason

, warrior equipment is relatively easy to forge, and does not require so much learning cost. Just put on a suit of armor, get a shield, and match it with a weapon, whether it is a sword, a gun, an axe, or a meteor hammer. Even these weapons can be used.

It doesn't have to be made of iron or copper, as long as it is a simple wooden knife or bamboo knife. It is because he has been hanging out with these people for a long time that he knows that his sword technique is already practiced.

It's pretty good. Although he hasn't fully understood the essence and mystery of it, he has already improved nine-tenths of the time. How to break through the remaining one or two points depends entirely on his own luck. His swordsmanship does not count.

It is extremely advanced. Even if he breaks through the bottleneck and improves thoroughly, he will not be much better than he is now. After knowing the truth, he has given up the idea of ​​​​completely improving. Now these moves can be used to deal with ordinary bandits and pirates.
Chapter completed!