More than 200 members of the Kendo Club each have a wooden sword, which has different appearances and weights. Because each person has different physical fitness, it is necessary to treat it differently.

Su Xiao and Lu Yaozu stood in front of everyone, and Su Xiao looked serious: "I know that most of you join the Kendo Club with the mood of joining in the fun, but this doesn't matter."

"Maybe the original mentality of joining in the fun will make you like the Kendo course, but I also know that most of you can't stick to it."

"At the beginning, I'm very strict. Today you will have a group of people withdrawing from here. Don't be dissatisfied. Next is the first study to enter the Kendo Club."

"Please stance, raise your sword-holding arm forward, and keep it for an hour without using magic."

Everyone obediently does it, and no one has made any other opinions.

Under normal circumstances, if a person raises his arms, he will feel his arms numb in a short time, not to mention that he is holding a sword now.

The sword used by the magician is heavier than that used by ordinary people, because the physical fitness is there, but the lightest swords held by the people present are about ten pounds. Without relying on magic, someone's arms soon trembled.

Lu Yaozu shuttled through the crowd and corrected everyone's posture. He remembered when his father taught him sword skills when he was a child, the same was true for the first class.

As a swordsman, the foundation is very important, why is it important? Because you must hold the sword in your hand tightly.

If you can't even hold the sword tightly, what qualifications are you to kill against the enemy?

As time goes by, someone's arms are trembling very obviously, and sweat is rising on his forehead.

But seeing that the people around me were still maintaining, I gritted my teeth and continued to persevere.

But no matter how much you persist, the first person will eventually be the first to give up.

Bang!

The sound of the wooden sword falling on the floor was clearly audible, and then there was a chain reaction. The wooden swords falling on the floor, and the students were gasping for breath, rubbing their sleepy arms, looking uncomfortable.

"Can you still persist?" Su Xiao's voice was dull.

"We are here to learn sword skills, not to stance or raise swords!"

"Although I don't want to pay attention to your words... I'll give you a lesson for the first club event."

Su Xiao looked at the other party: "Pick up your sword, you can use magic, come and attack me."

With the help of magic, the soreness in his arms disappeared. He picked up the wooden sword in his hand. The magic power surged and wrapped the wooden sword, and waved it towards Su Xiao without any hesitation.

Bang!

The ending is cruel.

Su Xiao easily picked up the wooden sword in his hand: "I can't even hold the sword tightly, and I still want to learn sword skills? Do you think it's easy to learn?"

"I can tell you that for a long time, you have received such boring exercises, and you can decide for yourself."

"It's true that I'm not suitable to learn swordsmanship!"

"So too, I'm still comfortable to use my fists."

“Magic arming is more suitable for me.”

"Magic is the foundation of magicians..."

While finding a reason to quit, a student put down the wooden sword in his hand and left the club activity room of the Kendo Club.

The members were reduced to less than 200, and the activity room suddenly became much empty.

"What a pity, there are a few good seedlings among them." Lu Yaozu whispered.

"Persistence is more important, isn't it?"

"Um."

The hour did not end, and people quit one after another, finding an unsuitable reason to leave here.

Su Xiao's expression was unstable. In this era of coexistence of magic and technology, the magical weapon born from the combination of technology and magic is the favorite weapon for most magicians because it is easy to get started.

On the other hand, traditional magical armings such as swords, guns, swords and halberds cannot be lifted and swung.

As the saying goes, practice guns for a long time after year.

Traditional weapons need to be more immersed in them before they can burst out with the greatest power. This is why magicians with titles such as Sword Saint, Sword Emperor, and Gun Immortal are more powerful and more respected than other magicians of the same level.

If you want to be stronger, the natural growth process will be more harsh. Which of the most powerful magicians did not come here when they were young?

Seeing the fewer and fewer members, Su Xiao's expression became more and more relaxed, because he found that most of them were students from poor families.

Yet, ordinary families always suffer more than most aristocratic families.

"There are less than one hundred and fifty people."

"It's only the first day." Su Xiao smiled: "There are still some hardships behind it."

"How many people are you going to leave?"

"At thirty." Su Xiao said lightly: "I don't have much energy to teach them all the time."

Lu Yaozu looked at Su Xiao: "Can you compare with me again?"

After a pause, he added: "Don't give me that kind of oppression."

"OK."

It happened to be an hour, and Su Xiao asked the others to take a break, and then he and Lu Yaozu stood in the venue in the activity room.

Dan Tai Qianyue's eyes lit up, and she quickly found a good location, took out her phone, turned on the camera function, and pointed the lens at Su Xiao.

Bei Ming Zhiyao couldn't bear it anymore, so she walked straight to Dan Tai Qianyue: "You can't just shoot one person. As the Minister of News, you shouldn't be so selfish, do you understand?"

"So I'll take pictures with my own phone." Dan Tai Qianyue shook her phone and pointed to the camera beside her: "The camera is facing the two of you."

She looked at Bei Ming Zhiyao proudly, but she didn't expect that this lady was prepared, you have no choice, right?

"You are too close!" Bei Ming Zhiyao said expressionlessly: "If you exchange ideas, you will affect them. Go back!"

Before Dan Tai Qianyue could react, Bei Ming Zhiyao grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

???

Dan Tai Qianyue looked at her speechlessly, "Sure, please, my phone pixels are good, and I can still take pictures clearly."

"What's the point of a stinky man?" Dong Nanshuang looked at Dan Tai Qianyue with dissatisfaction: "School Sister Qianyue, please pat me more. How come I'm not better than him?"

that is!

Bei Ming Zhiyao expressed ten thousand agreements in her heart. If all the women except her were GL, no one would compete with her for her junior.

"What are you good at taking pictures?" Dan Tai Qianyue didn't even look at Dongnanshuang: "Face? Chest? Butt? Legs?"

"Which one of me doesn't look better than you? I have it myself, why do I want to take pictures of you?"

"School sister, do you don't like me anymore? Do you want me anymore?" Dong Nanshuang looked heartbroken: "How can you say so too much? Crying Qingqing~"

"That's right, Qianyue, you have to respect your senior sister." Bei Ming Zhiyao said earnestly: "After all, she likes you."

Dan Tai Qianyue turned her head and looked at Bei Ming Zhiyao: "You have changed."

"I just can't bear to Nan Shuang's sadness."

"hehe."
Chapter completed!