The invincible sword fairy of the beautiful president

Chapter 112 Someone Can Beat Him!

Hearing this, Liao Yanyan's face became more and more bitter. Seeing Ye Tian's indifferent appearance from the beginning to the end, he already knew that there was little hope.

He came over to talk to Ye Tian, ​​but Ye Tian ignored him.

He talked to Tang Yanran, but Ye Tian didn't pay attention.

Liao Yanyan struggled for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "Well, if you help me persuade him this time, I owe you a favor!"

"What do I want your favor for?" Tang Yanran asked with a slight smile.

Liao Yanyan understood Tang Yanran's appearance. Although she looked dignified and gentle on the surface, what she said meant rejection inside and out.

"It seems that what happened to me yesterday was noticed by her..."

Liao Yanyan was not stupid, and with Tang Yanran's resolute attitude, he already knew something.

"That's all right, I'll see if Li Xiaoren can go up then." Liao Yanyan knew that there was no hope here, Ye Tian ignored him at all, and Tang Yanran also acted as if he didn't buy food, rice, oil, and salt.

Even though he knew that Li Xiaoren was giving away for nothing, but there was nothing he could do.

"Do you want to go to the competition in the afternoon?" Tang Yanran didn't speak until Liao Yan Yan walked away.

"Do you want me to go?" Ye Tian didn't open his eyes, his tone was indifferent.

"I don't want you to go this time, no matter what happens, I don't want you to go." Tang Yanran looked at Liao Yanyan in the distance, with a beautiful arc drawn at the corner of her mouth.

After lunch, all the classes that came to participate in the military training this time gathered in the big playground under the leadership of their respective instructors. Dozens of them lined up squarely. The three days of training had already given them a trace of warrior temperament.

At this time, surrounded by a group of leaders, an old man in his sixties came slowly.

"Hello, comrades!"

"Good leadership!"

"Comrades are lucky!"

"Serve the people!"

All of this was trained before, even though they knew this, many people still felt emotional when they heard these four sentences, and many boys' faces turned rosy.

Beside the old man, there was a middle-aged man walking side by side with him. He was wearing a black and white Taoist robe. Occasionally, a flash of light could be seen in his eyes. His appearance was light and calm. Although it looks calm, it gives people a very strong sense of oppression.

Although no one introduced it, all the students present knew that it was this Taoist priest who taught the Tai Chi swordsmanship to the soldiers, and it was precisely because of this that he was qualified to walk side by side with the supreme leader.

Every time the leader walked through a queue, he had to say a few words according to the previously arranged script, and the students in the queue also answered according to the script, and soon he was followed by dozens of leaders onto the campus. In front of the building on the playground.

There was inevitably a burst of sighing speeches, and finally this competition officially started.

The respective instructors took the selected candidates to line up in front of the building, went through some procedures, and each drew lots to determine the opponents of the competition, and this began.

They were originally a group of college students who had only been learning Tai Chi Sword for three days. Their physical fitness was not good. Strictly speaking, they had only trained Tai Chi Sword for a day and a half. Few of them could really perform at their level.

Most people's competition looks like a child's play house, but occasionally there will be a passable one, but the strength is quite limited.

During the competition process, the top leader and the Taoist would occasionally talk a few words, and the smile on their faces never faded away, looking quite happy.

In the end, there were more than a dozen competitions, and the final four were also competed.

Li Xiaoren is one of them, the tall one is also one of them, and there are two other people with mediocre looks and not outstanding figures. In fact, a large part of the reason for being able to come here is because they were lucky and did not meet Li Xiaoren with tall ones.

In the society's perception, Taiji swordsmanship was originally used by the elderly to strengthen their bodies. Naturally, not many young people would learn it. People like Li Xiaoren or the tall man were just exceptions.

In the end, the four of them won two more. There was no suspense. The final was Li Xiaoren's match against the tall one.

The Taoist stood beside the leader, saying something from time to time, and occasionally nodded when he looked at the tall man, quite optimistic.

In the final final, Li Xiaoren and the tall man were in everyone's sight, and the tall man couldn't help showing a contemptuous smile on his face.

In fact, after knowing that the class led by Liao Yanyan was not Ye Tian, ​​he already knew who the final winner of this competition would be.

Except for Ye Tian, ​​among the students here, he has no one to be afraid of.

Li Xiaoren standing in front of him was just a beginner who was completely crushed by him yesterday. As for the others, they were not even beginners, and in his eyes they were just flamboyant tricks.

Overcoming obstacles all the way, Li Xiaoren enjoys the pleasure brought by this kind of victory very much, but happiness is often short-lived. Facing the tall man again, his heart has already been shadowed by yesterday's competition, and he can feel that he is holding The wooden sword's hands were trembling.

"I admit defeat." Before the supreme leader announced the start of the final battle, Li Xiaoren said with a dejected expression, and the wooden sword in his hand fell to the ground.

Although the leader was slightly surprised for a while, he wasn't too surprised by the result, because he could see that Li Xiaoren's strength was not on the same level as the tall one, and the competition between the two actually had no beginning or end. Already doomed.

Li Xiaoren looked at the tall man, clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and said, "But I don't accept it!"

Are you admitting defeat?

Li Xiaoren's words caused some noisy discussions in the originally quiet queue. Although the discipline in the army was strict, they were after all just a group of college students who had trained for less than three days, and their essence could not be changed.

"What's the situation? How can you still refuse to admit defeat?"

"Yeah! Why do you refuse to accept it after admitting defeat?"

"This kid, is his brain showing off?"

There was a lot of discussion, and the expressions of the leader and the Taoist priest in front of the building became a little weird.

"You have already conceded defeat, are you still not convinced?" The leader smiled, this smile did not have the meaning of ridicule, but rather appreciation.

In the army, many people like Li Xiaoren's unyielding temperament, because it means a man's blood, and what soldiers need most is blood.

"I can't beat him, but someone can beat him!" Li Xiaoren said with his head held high.

"Can anyone beat him?" The leader's expression became a little weird, and his eyes fell on the Taoist priest beside him.

The Taoist also smiled strangely when he heard the words, "His swordsmanship has already been introduced, and no other students should be able to match him."

(End of this chapter)