Medieval Riding and Cutting Record

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"Hey, the little brother over there, please come over." The old man with Broken Arm shouted to the guard not far away.

"Master, what can you do?" The captain of a guard replied to him. The expression on his face looked very helpless, he wanted to resist but didn't dare.

"Oh, can you help this little brother change his position?" the old man asked Corleone, pointing to him.

"Just let this goblin swap the room with him."

The goblin quickly waved his hand and said, "Don't! I don't want to live with the old fish head, otherwise I must be beaten by him!"

The team leader hesitated for a long time: "Uh... You know it's not very good."

The old man winked his eyebrows and said, "What does it matter? You keep him and the old fish head together, don't you want to teach him a lesson, you think he has nothing to do for so many days."

"It's better to come to me and let me educate him."

The team leader has been here for many years, knowing that this old man is special, so he never wanted to provoke him, and sometimes some small requests made by the old man will be met.

For them, there are no strict requirements on where these low-level slaves, gladiators and beasts are locked up, after all, a large number of slaves will come in every once in a while, and sometimes even the cells will be overwhelmed.

So the team leader only hesitated for a few minutes, then nodded and agreed to the old man's request.

"You guys come here and replace them both in the cell."

"I see, Captain."

"Woohoo! Old dead man, you are not authentic!" Goblin's face was full of snot and tears, and he felt that his miserable life was about to begin.

"Little guy, your mouth is not very clean." The old man said with a smile, his index finger gestured towards the goblin, and then a drop of black, round water drops silently on the goblin's throat.

Soon the goblin found that he could not speak, and accompanied by a strong sense of suffocation, he knew that he had been punished by the old man because of his bad mouth.

This feeling came and went quickly. After dozens of seconds, the goblin finally got rid of the pain, and he chose to close his mouth obediently.

Corleone was pushed into the old man's cell, and he could now see exactly what the old man with a broken arm looked like.

This is a human elder who is at least half a hundred years old. He has a weather-beaten face, but his two deep-set eyes are deep and bright, and he looks very enchanting.

His complexion is light yellow, his hair is gray, his figure is not thin, he looks a bit muscular.

However, his appearance is rather special, obviously not the same race as Corleone, he belongs to a race with softer facial features and relatively flat face.

Looking at the old man sitting on the ground, Corleone also planned to sit down. He was very interested in the topic just now and wanted to continue to learn more.

"Wait for a while, you just stand there and don't move." The old man said suddenly.

Corleone had to do so.

"Turn around again, um, jump twice."

"Yes, the coordination is very strong, and the sense of defense is also good, but your weight is a bit too much."

The old man slowly stood up and walked towards Corleone, then squeezed his big arm.

"You guy! With such muscle strength and toughness, you won't be a mixed race, are you? Giant blood or ancient beastman?"

Corleone replied in surprise: "No, my ancestors were all ordinary farmers, and there was no messy bloodline."

"That's really weird. How could a normal person have the physical quality of yours, unless you have received the influence of certain rituals, given by flesh and blood? Spell transformation? Life flower parasitism? Or monster symbiosis?"

"It's impossible to be a descendant of a demigod! It's absolutely impossible to become a slave as those guys..."

"It doesn't seem to be the same. If I have the tools, I want to cut you apart and have a look. Hey, I'm kidding."

"Wait! Old man, don't touch it anymore! Otherwise I can do it!" Corleone suddenly felt that he might have made a wrong decision.

"What the **** are you thinking, I'm just checking your body."

The old man sat back on the ground again, still muttering there: "Is it really a natural physique? That is really suitable, really lucky..."

Corleone stood awkwardly on the spot, exhaling a foul breath: "I don't know what you call it yet?"

"Well, you can call me'Old Sword Master'. Although my profession is not a Sword Master, it is similar to the Sword Master among your population."

Corleone was a hundred unbelieving when he heard this sentence. If he really wants to have the strength of a sword saint, will he be in this broken place? Will it still be a low-level gladiator?

"Oh, don't you understand, I am here just to experience life, do you think I am the same as you?"

Now Corleone can clearly say that he should have been pitted, and how can a fool be willing to stay in such a dilapidated cell that smells so foul at any time.

"Young man, I will show you two tricks, lest you think I'm lying to you."

"By the way, if you want to learn from me, you have to honor me half of the good things in the future."

"But, I have to see if you have enough qualifications..."

Then the old man gestured to himself. When he waved his fist, his whole body exuded a terrifying and powerful aura, not only full of killing intent, but also with a dark and evil aura.

Corleone was instantly attracted by the old man's actions. This kind of aura was several times stronger than the blue-footed dragon basilisk, just like the instinctive fear after seeing a natural enemy.

When the old man was demonstrating, he was still speaking softly, but only Corleone could hear his words, and other people in UU reading www.uukanshu.com couldn't hear any voices.

"The piety school is one of the ancient swordsman genres. By following the inner precepts to strengthen your beliefs and position, if you are not firm enough, then you will not be able to exert the greatest power of the piety flow."

"When the faith is broken, if it is serious, it will backfire and even be killed by the inner demon."

As the old man continued to whisper, the entire small cell was enveloped in black and ink mist, and any noise made inside could not be heard by people outside.

If a guard came to check, he could only see the illusion of Corleone and the old man lying on the ground resting.

At the same time, Corleone's system was constantly refreshing the screen with a large amount of new information, he had no time to check it at all, and he continued to stare at every movement of the old man.

"I'm very curious about what you believe. You need to go deep into your heart and face your true self."

"Do not kill for the sake of killing, or fight for the sake of fighting. Find your faith! This is the first and most important step in learning the flow of piety."