The Road to Champion of the King of Spirits

Chapter 102 Strangled by fate
Half a minute later, Chen Mu walked out of the area calmly, holding the hilt of the sword in one hand and the scabbard in the other.

Outside the glass wall, everyone stared at him blankly. After he came out, they all looked up and down for a while, as if they were looking at a little monster.

The staff were almost dumbfounded.

He has worked here for so many years, and it was the first time he saw someone walk out standing up after holding the hilt of the single scabbard.

It wasn't until the captain of the rescue team coughed that he was called back to God.

"Hey, if there's nothing else going on here, let's go first."

Chen Mu also turned his head and nodded kindly at them.

At that moment, the captain of the rescue team felt for the first time that he seemed a bit redundant...

Then Chen Mu said calmly: "Do you have the information card for this single scabbard? I will entrust you with the registration work afterwards.

I don’t want a loan, I’ll buy yours in the first year of insurance, and please prepare me a Poké Ball first, I want the regular version, thank you. "

The staff just woke up like a dream, packed up their mood and hurried to serve customers.

On the way to get the elf ball, he sneaked in and posted the latest result in the work group: the young man came out with a single scabbard in his hand without injury, and was waiting for the elf ball to take it in.

In an instant, a group of fish-fishing parties exploded in the water during working hours.

"Fuck, is it true or not?"

"This one is harmless, is it serious?"

"If you don't lay down and come out, it will be considered harmless, right?"

The news in the group rushed to 99+ in the blink of an eye.

Some people are amazed, some are questioned, and more people are looking for pictures and truth.

At this moment, the staff member looked at the phone and couldn't help feeling a little bit of superiority in his heart.

Heh, you bunch of bumpkins who have never seen the world~
He completely forgot a few minutes ago, and he had never seen this scene either...

After completing all the formalities, Chen Mu was not in a hurry to stuff the recovered single scabbard into the elf ball, but found a rope to tie it on his back, like a swordsman holding a sword.

This scene once again stunned the staff and Liu Motong.

Liu Motong asked him blankly: "Aren't you afraid that his ribbon will wrap around your neck?"

Chen Mu calmly patted the end of the scabbard.

"No, he didn't dare."

At that moment, the single scabbard on his back twisted twice, as if to express a symbolic protest.

But after Chen Mu raised his hand and made a gesture to draw his sword, he immediately became quiet again.

On this day, the young solo scabbard understood what it was like to be strangled by fate...

Liu Motong was full of questions at this time, but under Chen Mu's calm gaze, she couldn't ask a word.

Damn, why do you still have no expression after doing such an outrageous thing?

It messed up my questioning...

In the end, she could only kindly suggest, "Why don't we add Weiqiu, just in case... If something happens to you, I can call an ambulance for you."

"it is good."

Chen Mu thought it was troublesome to explain, so he simply agreed.

After adding Weiqiu, Chen Mu quickly left the Ghost Tower, while Liu Motong went to the shopping mall on the first floor to buy his own things.

When parting, Liu Motong patted her cheek to confirm that she was really not dreaming.

The experience of this day really opened her eyes.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but took out her phone again, and sent a message to her brother on Weiqiu.

"Brother, I met a really outrageous person today!"

……

At the same time, Chen Mu, who had left the Ghost Tower, once again stepped on his rented Duduli, and then started with a catapult, striding towards the downtown area of ​​Ziyuan City.

On the way, the lone scabbard who settled down seemed to have finally accepted his fate gradually, and also used the spiritual link to actively ask Chen Mu.

"Where are we going next?"

Chen Mu replied as usual: "Go practice sword."

After less than two seconds of silence, the scabbard began to tremble crazily again.

asshole!

Don't bully Jian too much! !

Otherwise, I will fight with you! !

At this time, the croaking frog sitting in front of Chen Mu and closer to Duduli's neck looked back, snorted, and couldn't help laughing like a wise man.

This sword is still young after all.

No matter what kind of elf, do you expect to be able to not train it under the master's hands?
Do you consider yourself a beast?

……

After a few 10 minutes, they returned to the city.

Chen Mu found an elf dojo according to the mobile phone navigation.

This kind of dojo is generally not large in size, much smaller than the large-scale elf training hall with all attributes, and the service items provided are naturally not so rich.

However, sometimes one specialization can also focus a little bit and reach the pinnacle.

The dojo that Chen Mu found has a good reputation on various online platforms, with a high rate of praise. It mainly serves elves with sword arms, weapons and wings, and focuses on guiding them to practice chopping skills.

Sitting in the dojo is a rather old Emperor Nabo (Note 1).

He is famous for his "Sword Dance" and "Steel Wing".

When he came to the dojo, Chen Mu directly asked for a higher-level practice room, declined all kinds of guidance courses sold in the dojo, and went in alone with a sword in hand.

The size of the practice room is small, and there is a circle of black sound-absorbing foam on the surrounding walls, which makes the atmosphere in the room very quiet.

There are three poles in the middle of the room.

One bamboo, one solid wood, and one steel core.

The bottoms of the bamboo target and the solid wood target are connected by snap buttons, which can be replaced by opening the base after the elves cut it off. In the corner of the room, there are many spare bamboo and wooden poles piled up horizontally.

Only the pole with the steel core is completely fixed to the floor.

When he came to the room, Chen Mu took off the sword behind his back and grabbed the hilt again, not caring about the ribbon that might be wrapped around his arm.

"Come on, it's time for practice. We just got to know each other. We need to get used to each other. You need to get used to my strength, and I also need to be familiar with your swordsmanship. This will be a long-term process, but I don't have much time now, so we have to hurry up."

As Chen Mu spoke, he raised his sword and walked towards the solid wood pole.

The single scabbard vibrated more and more violently in his hand.

It is true that he is an elf who lives on a sword, and his body is much harder than a normal flesh and blood elf, but this does not mean that he likes to be swung vigorously here to chop wood every day.

Just kidding, this solid wood pole looks as thick as a human calf, what should I do if I cut the curling blade?What should I do if my mouth cracks?Don't think that ghosts have no sense of touch, it hurts!

He struggled like crazy!

But fate strangled his sword hilt...

The next moment, Chen Mu held the sword in both hands, and slashed out with a mighty sword!
(Note 1: The unofficial common translations of Emperor Nabo include Steel Emperor Penguin and Emperor Penguin, but I think the official name Emperor Nabo is more handsome.)
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