Unentered stream turned into a third-rate?

Zhang Qingshan didn't bother to change his clothes, he licked his lips, this system can still improve the grade of swordsmanship? If this is really the case, then doesn't it mean that the now improved Thirteen Deadly Swords are stronger than Uncle Zhao's original Thirteen Deadly Swords?

"No, I can't try it today. Rest for a while first, "Zhang Qingshan knew that his body was already very tired at this time, and it was obviously unwise to continue to enter the system.

He found a change of clothes, ate the supper he had left over in a few bites, and then fell asleep.

The next day, when it was light, he got up.

There was no one in the martial arts field at this time, he took a long sword, and after standing still, he took a deep breath and took a deep breath, and then began to practice the sword.

The first sword!

Whoa!

Second sword!

......

After the thirteen swords were practiced, Zhang Qingshan didn't take a breath, this is the result of the past half a month. Especially the swordsmanship just now, the sword light flickered. Although he didn't deliberately feel it, he could still feel that he was really different from half a month ago.

However, he is not arrogant either. Although the proficiency is enough, compared with Uncle Zhao, it is definitely not as good as him, first of all, there is too much gap in physique, whether it is speed or the accuracy of the sword, it is definitely not comparable. In addition, there is more important experience, Uncle Zhao has been in business all year round and has fought with people countless times, this kind of practical experience is obviously not comparable to himself.

"Time, give yourself enough time, you will definitely be able to surpass Uncle Zhao!" Zhang Qingshan clenched his fists, full of confidence.

After eating breakfast, it is still basic skills training, Uncle Zhao went out to do business a few days ago, probably he still feels that he is joking, and he has not come to teach himself for so long, so it is okay, if he knows that he has completely mastered his swordsmanship, I don't know what the situation will be.

After practicing in the morning, Zhang Qingshan stopped practicing in the afternoon.

Although he is not very familiar with martial arts, in the past half a month, he has read some books, and he also knows the truth of drinking and pecking, it is necessary to relax appropriately, and he also needs a very important thing.

After walking around the street and eating some food from the Drunken Immortal Building, he finally arrived at his family's blacksmith shop.

There are many blacksmith shops in Jing County, and there are too many to count.

Although the blacksmith shop of the Zhang family is not famous, the quality of the forged weapons is also excellent. When the guy saw Zhang Qingshan, he immediately greeted him.

"Young master, why did you come to the shop in person today, if you need to ask Miss Xiaoru to bring a message, I will ensure that it will be done properly for you. The guy had a very sweet mouth, and immediately led Zhang Qingshan to the VIP room, and skillfully brewed the high-quality new tea and sent it to him.

Zhang Qingshan smiled, took out a piece of broken silver and threw it to the guy, "Come and see the sword, what is a good sword, take it out and take a look!"

"Thank you, young master, you wait, I'll come when I go!" The man took the silver, and his eyes narrowed into a slit with a smile.

After a while, the guy asked a few people to come back with three wooden boxes.

The man pointed to the first wooden box and said, "This sword is made of fine iron, it is extremely sharp, and it is extremely light, and it belongs to the best of soft swords." ”

"I don't need a soft sword!" Zhang Qingshan shook his head and said.

The guy waved his hand, and someone immediately took away the wooden box of the soft sword, and then began to introduce the second wooden box, "This is made of fine iron mixed with some cold iron, blowing hair and breaking hair, and extremely hard, it is our rare boutique!"

Zhang Qingshan is very interested in this sword, he actually doesn't have any research on the sword, just relying on feeling. However, he saw that there was still a wooden box that was not introduced, and asked, "What is the last one?"

"This ...... This sword is made of meteorites from outside the sky, the whole body is pitch black, and it is almost difficult to have an opponent in terms of hardness, even if it is cold iron, he cuts it down like chopping melons and vegetables. When it was first cast, it made it difficult for us. However, this sword is a bit heavy, and ordinary people may not be able to hold it!" the guy introduced.

Zhang Qingshan suddenly became interested, stood up, "Open it and take a look!"

The guy immediately opened the wooden box, and suddenly, a cold air rushed to his face, the two-finger-wide sword body was pitch black, and the blade of the sword was also black, but it still exuded a sharp aura.

Zhang Qingshan walked up, stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, and with a slight force, the sword did not move at all. He didn't believe in evil, and with all his strength, he could only lift the hilt of his sword slightly.

"That's at least one or two hundred pounds, right?"

The guy smiled bitterly: "To be exact, it is one hundred and eighty-nine catties, so I have been staying in the shop as the treasure of the town." ”

Zhang Qingshan gave up this sword, he couldn't hold it at all, it was still the sword mixed with cold iron before.

"That's it!" Zhang Qingshan opened the wooden box, and suddenly, a silver-white long sword was revealed. The long sword is three fingers wide, more than one meter long, and the cold air is pressing, which is a difficult weapon.

Zhang Qingshan held it lightly, the hilt of the sword was wrapped with a special cow tendon, the feel was just right, and he pulled a sword flower at will, and suddenly there was a sharp sound of breaking the air.

"Good sword!"

"Young master, please give this sword a name. I'll have the craftsman carve it. The guy laughed.

Zhang Qingshan thought for a moment, "Let's call it the Cold Star Sword!"

"Okay, young master, wait a moment!"

......

Zhang Fu, Zhang Qingshan played with the Cold Star Sword in his hand and couldn't put it down.

When he was on Earth, he was very envious of the people on TV, carrying a long sword behind his back, walking the rivers and lakes, and having a long love for his children...... Although I can't walk the rivers and lakes now, I also have my own sword!

In the future, for a long time, the Cold Star Sword will accompany him.

Zhang Qingshan put away the sword, he was not in a hurry to enter the system. Instead, he continued to follow the martial artist to practice his basic skills.

His physical strength must be able to keep up, and his physical strength has improved slightly in the past half a month, but the time is still too short, and it will take a long time to exercise, otherwise the ghost knows how long it will take for the improved Thirteen Swords to come out, and the other swordsmanship has not been practiced, and everything will be over if he dies in the system.

Also half a month later, Zhang Qingshan stopped training, he didn't practice swords for half a month, he is not familiar with the improved swordsmanship now, he is afraid that after practicing here, he can't help but want to enter the system. Therefore, he simply did not practice and devoted himself to exercising his body.

In the past half a month, the muscles on the body have grown a lot, especially in the abdomen, the abdominal muscles are faintly visible, the amount of food has also increased greatly, and the physical fitness is at least several times stronger than a month ago.

Therefore, today he asked Xiaoru to prepare a supper and put it in the room, and in the middle of the night, he entered the system again.

"The martial arts assistance system is activated, and you can only leave when you reach 50 proficiency. ”

The system is still dim and faintly visible. Zhang Qingshan did not come empty-handed this time. He came in with his Cold Star Sword on his back, two oil lamps in his hand, and water and food.

The two oil lamps were lit, and the dim space suddenly lit up.

At this time, Zhang Qingshan saw this system space clearly for the first time.

The ground was paved with stone slabs, and it was very smooth to step on, and where the oil lamp could shine, there was only the ground, which was empty. It will obviously take some time to fully understand this system space. Now it is imperative to practice the sword first.

The improved sword moves of the Thirteen Swords of Death have been completely imprinted in my mind.

Zhang Qingshan tidied up a little, took out the Cold Star Sword, and immediately began to practice.

The improved Thirteen Swords of Death have changed greatly, but after all, they are still born from Uncle Zhao's Thirteen Swords, and when they practice, they are familiar with the road, and they do not have the jerky feeling of practicing swords for the first time.

After practicing the sword for the first time, Zhang Qingshan immediately checked the maturity of the system.

"Third-Rate Swordsmanship: Thirteen Swords of Death (0.01/100)"

"It actually only increased by 0.01" Zhang Qingshan's scalp was numb for a while, and sure enough, it was right to be ready to come in. Practice a hundred times to increase the proficiency of 1. If you want to practice to 50 proficiency, don't you have to practice 5,000 times? 500 times has already made him lie down for a whole few days. 5,000 ...... Fortunately, I brought food and water this time, otherwise I would have died here.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Qingshan tried his best to calm himself down. Then continue practicing.

The soybean-sized oil lamp swayed, in the dim environment, lonely sword practice, even if he had the experience of entering the space twice before, but after a long time, there was still uneasiness and panic in his heart. If it weren't for it, after each practice, the proficiency in the system was growing, and Zhang Qingshan even felt that he might collapse.

After practicing five hundred times, when his proficiency rose to 5, Zhang Qingshan was sore, stopped to eat something, drank some water, and rested for half an hour.

At 11,100 proficiency levels, he continued to rest.

At 19 at 1,900 times, he stopped to rest.

"Next time, you must hold on to two thousand nine hundred times before you can rest!" Zhang Qingshan thought secretly in his heart.

At this time, Zhang Qingshan's speed of sword practice was already much, much faster. The sword walked the dragon and snake, and between the leaps, the sword light flickered, and the speed and strength of the sword were already very different from before, and the sword moves were even more convenient. This is all the result of a long period of sword training.

Zhang Qingshan actually understood in his heart that this system is a mandatory practice for you to repeat, so that you can completely master martial arts. Martial arts training requires strong perseverance and practice, and ordinary people can practice a hundred times, two hundred times and five hundred times. But what about 10,000, 20,000, or even 50,000 times? Obviously, there are not many things that can be done.

However, once you enter the system, you can't get out, and you have to meet the requirements before you can leave.

Mandatory, there is no room for negotiation at all.

That's why it's called the martial arts auxiliary system.

Although Zhang Qingshan felt that it was very hard, he also knew that after having the system, he would definitely be able to become a martial arts master. When the time comes, it will not be a problem to roam the rivers and lakes, act chivalrous and righteous, and have a long relationship with children.

With a sigh of relief, Zhang Qingshan finished practicing and looked at the system.

"Third-Rate Swordsmanship: Thirteen Swords of Death (24.9/100)"

"Hold on to 500 times and rest!"

Zhang Qingshan continued to practice.

"Proficiency level 25, now let's start practice. Suddenly, the system's voice rang out without warning.

Zhang Qingshan was stunned for a long time.

What the hell is a real combat exercise?

The next moment, the dim space suddenly shone brightly, and Zhang Qingshan's eyes couldn't be opened.

After a while, the light dissipated, and the previously dim space became brighter at this time, as if it had become daylight, but the range of lighting up was not wide, about thirty square meters.

Zhang Qingshan stood in the middle, his eyes were about to pop out, and he looked ahead incredulously.

"How is that possible?"

In front of him, a person who looked exactly like him stood, also holding the Cold Star Sword in his hand, and even his clothes were exactly the same. Can this system simulate a person who is exactly like you?

Zhang Qingshan wanted to step forward and touch it to see if it was a real person.

However, the person who was exactly like him suddenly moved.

In a flash of cold light, Zhang Qingshan almost felt that his scalp was numb, his hair was upside down, and an unprecedented sense of fear enveloped his body. I wanted to move, I wanted to run, but before I could move, a sharp stabbing pain came from my chest.

Zhang Qingshan lowered his head, and immediately saw the place where the Cold Star Sword was stabbed in the heart, the tip of the sword sank into the flesh, and the blood flowed out, staining his clothes red.

"Am I dead?" Zhang Qingshan had such a thought in his mind when he fainted.

"Whew!" I don't know when I woke up, Zhang Qingshan jumped up from the ground and immediately touched his chest, his clothes were not torn, and the pain was gone.

"It doesn't look like he's really dead!"

Zhang Qingshan immediately breathed a sigh of relief, whether it was pain or death just now, it was too real. If it's really dead, it's really dead in vain. Then this system is really cheating.

calmed down, Zhang Qingshan called out the system.

"Third-rate Sword Technique: Thirteen Swords of Death (25.01)

Death Count: 1/300"