After that, the phone was hung up.

Before, Song Luo was still thinking about learning something from Taijun's swordsmanship. Now he practices swordsmanship every night before going to bed. Song Luo has muscle reflexes and doesn't need to learn anything.

But you still have to go.

Otherwise, what if I learn all these sword skills out of thin air and people become suspicious?

This kendo hall is just a cover for Song Luo. In addition, Song Luo also plans to find a place to teach martial arts and combat, combining the strengths of hundreds of schools so that no one will suspect him.

What?

Why are other practitioners who have practiced longer than you not as strong as you?

My Lord, I was born with supernatural powers!

After packing his clothes, Song Luo picked up the neon wooden sword he had bought and went out. He had a duck leg rice bowl at Shaxian Hotel, bought a bottle of Mixue Bingcheng, and then went to the kendo hall.

There are quite a lot of people in the kendo hall today, probably all here to listen to the lecture by Hasegawa Kazuo, 8th dan.

In the crowd, Song Luo saw a familiar license plate number, and then an expressionless girl came down from the back seat, holding an exquisite wooden sword with neon words written on it. Song Luo didn't recognize it very well, but it seemed to be a brand.

The appearance of the girl also attracted some people's attention. After all, the girl's temperament was out of place here, and she had an inexplicable elegance.

Song Luo also looked over and stared at the girl.

Unlike others, the reason why Song Luo stared at the girl was simple.

There was a big blue exclamation mark on the girl’s head!

"Finally found you, the mission tool!"