"Recycle 1/2 of the original price, believe me, with my advanced speed, you will still make a profit." McGonagall smiled at the corner of her mouth, and said a little indifferently: "You know, there is an armory shop next to me, 1000 gold coins, I can also customize a good standard long sword, and it is not difficult to sell it for 500 gold coins when the time comes." ”

The so-called buyer's market refers to the market trend of oversupply and buyers in a favorable position in the transaction, in the transaction with the system, McGonagall habitually let the transaction in the buyer's market, so that it can occupy the initiative in the transaction, from the empirical point of view, this is a very efficient way to bargain.

"Deal!"

"Ding! 1000 gold coins deducted successfully! The sword is ready and ready to be delivered. ”

Some unwilling voices rang out in the system.

"Right now, put your sword at the balcony door." The corners of McGonagall's mouth twitched slightly, and she took a loose and cumbersome set of clothes from the closet and changed them on, and walked towards the balcony.

Opening the balcony door, a long sword was already placed in the doorway, the same one used last time I went to the Valley of Thorns for a mission.

With the experience of almost being killed by a long sword falling from the sky by the system last time, McGonagall has no confidence in the logistics of the system, and it is better to be handsome, if the system does not cooperate, it is easy to hit the street.

McGonagall reached out and picked up the long sword, the hilt of the sword was slightly cool, about five catties in weight, a little heavy in the hand, but it was not cumbersome at all, and turned a sword flower in her hand, the blade of the sword glowed in the cold moonlight, and it was unparalleled sharp.

Gently closing the balcony door and taking a deep breath, McGonagall's state of mind became extremely calm, and her expression became serious and serious.

If the repetition of cooking every day during this period has brought many changes to McGonagall, the most obvious of which should be the state of mind, how to focus on one thing, how to get herself into the state in a short period of time.

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

In the silent night, the black sword was held in his hand, and it seemed to merge with the darkness in the night, and then suddenly stabbed forward.

A very simple sword, without the slightest superfluous and gorgeous sword moves, as if it was just a sword stabbed at random.

But the sword is straight and straight.

Tip, body, hilt, wrist, forearm...... It was all in a straight line, as if it had been measured with the most accurate ruler, without the slightest deviation.

The straight one is a matter of course, and the fast one is unavoidable.

McGonagall put away her sword, her face expressionless and another sword stabbed out, still a straight sword, the angle, speed, and even the height of the raised hand did not change by half a minute.

On the balcony of the third floor, in the moonlight, McGonagall stood in place, raising her hand and silently stabbing out sword after sword, each sword seemed to be the same, but each sword seemed different.

The monotonous and boring sword drawing seemed effortless, but it didn't take long for McGonagall's forehead to be covered with fine beads of sweat, and the clothes on her back were wet with sweat, but each sword was still straight, and the angle and speed of the stab were impeccable.

"98, 99, 100......" McGonagall stabbed the last sword, slowly withdrew her somewhat numb hand, and let out a long breath, the tingling sensation passed from his fingers all the way up to his entire right shoulder, but his eyes were extraordinarily bright, looking at the long sword in his hand, as if he was reminiscing about something.

"Shadow Thirteen Style, a simple and unpretentious killing technique, the first style - direct stabbing, practiced to the extreme, in order to respond to all changes without change, this is the real sword." McGonagall muttered softly.

This is the swordsmanship that McGonagall Alex has insisted on practicing for more than ten years, and the first five styles are the simplest swordsmanship moves: stabbing, pointing, wiping, collapsing, and slashing, each of which Magnagall Alex has practiced tens of thousands of times, and the moves have long been deeply engraved in the body.

And McGonagall's body has recovered partially, and now all he has to do is to redevelop his body, to bring out the limits of what he can do at this stage, and to completely control his body's abilities.

The advancement of strength is a gradual process, and McGonagall's desire to become stronger is a little different from ordinary people's hard work and practice, the system gives him a body that has reached the peak of human beings, and then uses physical fitness points to slowly activate the potential of this body, and has powerful sword skills and combat skills in his memory.

All of this just gave McGonagall a high starting point and unlimited potential, but he was still McGonagall, not Alex.

It's like the system has prepared the best kitchen and ingredients for him, and thrown a top recipe and experience package into his head, but in order to make the most perfect dish, he also needs to practice countless times in the Chef God Proving Ground, transform the experience of others into something he is proficient in, and make the most perfect dish with the best ingredients.

Now McGonagall is facing the same problem in the face of strength improvement, he has the most top-level body, and he has the most suitable exercises and experience in his head, and the difference is how to completely turn these things into his things.

Of course, McGonagall is very good at doing this now.

What can be done with continuous hard work, McGonagall thinks that it is not a problem, in the kitchen God Proving Ground, day and night, sleepless practice has not made him the slightest timid, and in the future, taking an hour or two every night to practice swords has been put on his agenda.

With a twist of her wrist, McGonagall switched the sword from one hand to another, and with her left hand continued to thrust the sword forward, with the same standard and swift, if not a little faster.

On the Nolan continent, everyone knows that McGonagall Alex's right-handed sword is fast, but there are also many dead people who know that his left-handed sword is faster.

On that night three years ago, when he was ambushed by six level 10 masters, he counter-killed three people, and Alex used his left-handed sword.

"It's a pity that you can't use the source power before the fifth level." McGonagall was practicing her sword seriously, thinking in her heart, flipping through the powerful sword skills in her mind, and feeling a little itchy.

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

The most important thing is that the human race awakened the cultivation method of the source force thousands of years ago, so that the naturally weak human race has the capital to confront the dragons and demons head-on.

The cultivation of source power has raised the upper limit of human body, and both strength and speed can be increased with the increase of source power.

And after reaching level five, with the corresponding combat skills, the source power can be released, and the combat effectiveness can be increased linearly.

Fifty meters of sword qi may be a bit exaggerated, but to say that three or five meters of sword qi is really not blown.

Back then, McGonagall Alex was at the peak of level 10, and his sword qi was twelve meters long, and he was shocked by one sword!

A sword splits the fireball technique, and just imagining it feels inexplicably a little hilarious.

This is the true world of sword and sorcery in McGonagall's mind.