Mages Are Too OP

Though his eyes were deaf, the young man looked at his body very evenly, about one metre and eight feet tall, wearing a very ordinary gray short sleeve and a pair of jeans.

His atheistic eyes stared at Roland for a moment, then walked over, across the low red brick wall, and asked in a voice as if he were impotent: "Friend, what are you doing here? ”

“Look." Roland shifted his gaze away from the youth, staring at the two trainees who were practicing on the field, slowly saying: “I heard this was the Miao Knife Museum, so I came to see if it was true. ”

The young man grinned with no emotion, as if he were laughing, but with no sense of laughter: “Whatever. ”

The two trainees with long bent wooden knives really looked like the sword of the Empire, and the attack action and routine between them looked, at first glance, like the sword path of the Empire.

No wonder people think that Miao knife technology draws on the Sword Path of Yanguo.

Looking at the pair for a while, Roland dared to conclude that the Miao Knife Gallery did have something.

After all, he has practiced two months of scattering, he dares not say he is strong, he is only a little more powerful than a coach who has practiced for more than a decade, and his eyesight is also practiced.

It is natural to learn how to force and harness to practice scattering, and these basic concepts exist in swordsmanship.

The strength when swinging, the ‘coincidence' when closing the knife, these things Roland can see now, those two pairs of trainees, they do have a bit of a bottom.

After a while, Roland asked the young man, "Where are the owners and coaches of this seedling gallery, brother? ”

“It's all me.” The young man's face was still that of impotent indifference, and he looked up and down for a while and said, “You seem to be a bit on the bottom. ”

“Well, two months of practice! ”

“Two months?” The young man's face finally changed a little, like a calm lake, dropped a light feather and caused microwaves.

“Yes.” Roland nodded.

“Well...”

The young man had a powerless nickname in his mouth, and then his right hand suddenly slanted up from the bottom, and his palm tip seemed to poke Roland's rib position.

Roland reacted extremely quickly at this point, leaning back on his upper body, his subconscious knee rose and rushed towards the other's abdomen.

Suddenly, his movements stopped.

Because he saw that the young man's knife was just a bluff, and halfway through it he stopped. It's just a simple test, no malice of any kind.

At this time, both of them were acting strangely, with the young man half squatting and his right hand flashing with a long sword, while Roland leaned back on his body as if time had stopped.

About two seconds later, they stood tall and laughed embarrassingly at each other.

The young man no longer had that pale, powerless look, he had more excitement in his eyes: “I didn't think you were doing well. Why don't you come inside and have a little chip? ”

“Told you I was a loose beater, you were a knife practitioner, how could I be your opponent?” Roland shook his head helplessly.

“Yeah.” The young man sighed lost, and his face reverted to its previous sense of weakness as if it were a saltfish.

“Actually, I'm here to learn Miao Knife.” Roland looked at each other and smiled. “Looks like you're teaching something authentic here. How much is the tuition? ”

“Thirty thousand! ”

“How much!” Roland suspected.

“Thirty thousand.” The young man beat up a debt and went on to say: "Bao Church. If you're stupid enough not to learn for a short time, you'll be taught until you do. But you don't look like a fool. ”

Roland felt a headache: “You're exaggerating the numbers, too. And you don't seem to have a very good environment here. It doesn't feel like it's worth so much money. ”

As he spoke, he pointed to the large shed, which was framed by double iron leather. This site is like a skating rink in town 20 years ago.

In fact, his guess was right, the place was really an ice skating rink more than a decade ago, but then the internet cafe started appearing, and the ice skating rink didn't make any money, so it was abandoned, and then it was taken over by the opposite young man for a very cheap price for a few years.

The young man said softly: "You pay to learn knives, not to enjoy them. It doesn't matter whether the environment is good or not. This is actually a better place to practice three volts in summer and 39 in winter. Exercise people's will more. ”

“Can't it be cheaper?” Roland asked.

“No!” The young man's expression barely fluctuated.

But the more so, the stronger the will of the other party, the harder it is to change what is said.

Roland looked at the four cadets practicing under the big shed and asked, "Have they paid 30,000? ”

Thirty thousand is nothing to the rich, and sometimes a guest throws away a few times that number at night.

But for ordinary people like Roland, he still feels very expensive, even though he now has nearly $300,000 in his card.

He looked at the four cadets practicing knives in the shed, and he didn't look rich or noble, so he doubted that the owner and coach in front of him was trying to blackmail some of his money.

“They are my relatives, of course, without money.” The young man naturally said, while he took a wrinkly, open red plum cigarette out of the pocket of his top, handed it over and said, "Do you smoke? ”

“Thanks, I don't smoke.” Roland waved. Turns out there's no other way.

The young man lit himself a cigarette, took a breath and spit out a cigarette ring: "If you don't smoke, you can't smoke without practicing martial arts, which is bad for your lungs. Your lungs are bad, you can't breathe. If you're weak, don't say martial arts. Your normal life will be fine if it doesn't affect you. ”

Roland stared at the cigarette in his hand with a strange look.

“You said me.” The young man shook the cigarette in his hand, or said it in a tone that didn't have any emotions, “I just put it in my mouth and didn't inhale it in my lungs. ”

What's the point of smoking like that? Roland was a little confused, but he didn't want to know the reason for the strange habit. He thought about it and asked, "How long have you been in business here? How many trainees have you recruited? Your relatives don't count. ”

“Half a year, none of the outside students.” The young man seems quite ‘straight’.

Roland's eyebrows were even more wrinkled and he was trying to talk, but his phone rang.

He made an embarrassing gesture to the young man, walked aside and answered the phone.

It's Shuck: "We've got a new announcement on the website. Have you seen it? ”

“I have a few things going on out there, I don't have time to pay attention to the website. ”

“You better watch it now, it's about you. ”

After that, the call was hung up.

Roland remembers that the main planner said that a new announcement would be issued soon, so he mentioned himself in the announcement because he had given the BUG back.

But Schucker's character is also more stable, and he shouldn't be the one who freaked out because of that.

Roland opens his mobile browser and enters the game's official homepage and sees that the announcement has definitely been updated.

After clicking on it, he shot himself in the forehead silently.

“Gameplay, you're pitting me! ”