Chapter 311

"Recover 12% of the original price. Believe me, with my advanced speed, you can still make a steady profit." McGonagall said with a smile: "you know, there's a weapons shop next to me, with 1000 gold coins. I can also customize a good standard sword. It's not difficult to sell 500 gold coins."

The so-called buyer's market refers to the market trend that supply exceeds demand, and the buyer is in a favorable position in the transaction. In the transaction with the system, McGonagall habitually makes the transaction in the buyer's market, so that it can occupy an active position in the transaction. From the experience, this is a very efficient way of bargaining.

"Deal!"

"Ding! 1000 gold coins deducted successfully! The sword is ready for delivery. "

The system has some unwilling voices.

"Now, put the sword on the balcony." McGonagall raised his mouth slightly, took a loose but not cumbersome suit from the wardrobe, put it on, and walked towards the balcony.

Open the balcony door, a sword has been placed in the door, it is the last time I went to the thorn Valley to do the task.

Last time, McGonagall was almost killed by a long sword falling from the sky by the system. McGonagall had no confidence in the logistics system. It's better to play handsome. If the system doesn't cooperate, it's easy to hit the street.

McGonagall reached out and picked up the sword. The handle of the sword was slightly cool. It weighed about five Jin. It was a little heavy, but it was not cumbersome. He turned a sword flower in his hand. The blade of the sword was cold and sharp in the cold moonlight.

Closing the balcony door gently and taking a deep breath, McGonagall's mood became extremely peaceful, and his expression became serious and serious.

If we say that the repeated cooking every day during this period has brought many changes to McGonagall, the most obvious one should be mood, how to focus on doing one thing and how to make yourself into a state in a short time.

After a death, he began to understand what was important to him.

In the silent night, he held the long black sword in his hand. It seemed to be integrated with the darkness in the night, and then stabbed it forward.

It's a very simple sword. There's no superfluous and gorgeous sword moves. It seems that it's just a sword stabbed at random.

But the sword is straight, straight.

The tip, the body, the handle, the wrist and the forearm are all in a straight line, as if they were measured with the most accurate ruler, without any deviation.

Straight of course, fast inevitable.

McGonagall put in his sword, his face was expressionless, and he stabbed it with a sword. It was still a straight sword. The angle, speed, and even the height of his hand didn't change half a minute.

On the third floor balcony, in the moonlight, MEG stood in the same place, raised his hand and stabbed one sword after another silently. Each sword seemed to be the same, but each sword seemed to be different.

The monotonous and boring sword seemed effortless, but before long, Meg's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his back clothes were wet with sweat, but each sword was still straight, with impeccable angle and speed.

"98, 99, 100..." McGonagall stabbed his last sword, slowly took back his numb hand, and let out a long breath. The numbness of his fingers passed up to the whole right shoulder, but his eyes were very bright. Looking at the sword in his hand, he seemed to be savoring something.

"The thirteen moves of shadow, simple and unsophisticated killing skill, the first one is straight stab, which is practiced to the extreme, and it is the real sword that keeps unchanged to cope with changes." MEG whispered to himself.

This is the sword technique that McGonagall Alex has been practicing for more than ten years. The first five moves are the simplest: stab, point, wipe, crack and chop. McGonagall Alex has practiced each move tens of thousands of times, and the moves have been deeply engraved in his body.

McGonagall's body has been partially recovered. Now what he has to do is to redevelop his body, stimulate the limits he can do at this stage, and completely control his body.

The upgrading of strength is a gradual process, and McGonagall's desire to become stronger is somewhat different from ordinary people's efforts to practice. The system gives him a body that once reached the peak of human beings, and then slowly activates the potential of this body with physical fitness points, and he has powerful sword skills and combat skills in his memory.

All this just gives McGonagall a high starting point and unlimited potential, but he is still McGonagall, not Alex.

It's like the system has prepared the best kitchen and ingredients for him, and has lost a top-level recipe and experience package to his mind. However, in order to make the most perfect dish, he also needs to practice countless times in the kitchen god proving ground to transform other people's experience into something he has mastered, and make the most perfect dish with the top-level ingredients.

Now McGonagall is facing the same problem in the face of strength improvement. He has the best body, and has the most suitable skills and experience in his mind. The bad thing is how to turn these things into his things.

Of course, McGonagall is very good at it now.

McGonagall didn't think it was a problem to do what he could do with continuous efforts. He didn't feel the slightest timidity after practicing day and night in the kitchen god testing ground. After that, it was put on his agenda to take an hour or two to practice sword every night.

With a twist of his wrist, McGonagall changed his sword from hand to hand, and with his left hand he continued to thrust it forward with the same standard and speed, even faster.

On the continent of Nolan, we all know that Meg Alex's right hand sword is fast, but many dead people know that his left hand sword is faster.

Three years ago that night, when he was ambushed by six level 10 masters, he killed three people. Alex used his left hand sword.

"It's a pity that you can't use source power before level five." McGonagall was seriously practicing his sword, and he was thinking about it in his mind. He was looking at the bad sword skills in his mind. How many of them were itching.

The so-called source force is similar to the internal force in martial arts novels.

The most important thing for human beings to laugh to the end in the race war of that year and divide the continent equally with the eight races is that human beings awakened to the cultivation method of source force thousands of years ago, so that the naturally weak human beings have the capital to confront the dragon and the devil.

The cultivation of source force improves the upper limit of human body. Both strength and speed can be improved with the improvement of source force.

After reaching level 5, with the corresponding combat skills, the source power can be released and the combat effectiveness can be improved in a straight line.

It may be exaggerating to say that the sword Qi of 50 meters long is not blowing.

At that time, McGonagall Alex was at the top of the 10th level. His sword was 12 meters long and horizontal, and he killed the dragon with one sword!

A sword splits fireball technique, the light imagines all feel inexplicable a little hi.

This is the real world of sword and magic in McGonagall's mind.