Doomsday simulator, I prove extraordinary with swordsmanship

Chapter 177 Swordsman?

boom! boom! boom!

In the yard, the sound of wooden swords clashing was crisp.

Zhao Cheng just swung his sword casually, relaxed and freehand, and every impact of the wooden sword made Zhao Xiaoxiang's not-so-smooth sword path immediately smoother.

The initial practice of swordsmanship is like this, let the body remember the feeling of exerting force.

If conditions permit, someone will help correct the sword path, and he will make rapid progress.

If there is no condition, if you learn from cheat books or videos, it will take a lot of hard work, and even after thinking about it in the end, it may not be all correct.

In the past few months, Zhao Xiaoxiang has made rapid progress with Zhao Cheng's daily sword practice. According to this progress, after a while, he should be able to really get started with swordsmanship.

"Are they sparring?!"

In the yard, Zhao Cheng's uncles, aunts, and grandparents, who didn't know much about the situation, all had such thoughts.

In the era when they were in school, although there were swordsmanship classes, there was no swordsman to correct their swordsmanship. After work, they also worked wholeheartedly.

Therefore, they didn't know the way inside, they just felt that Zhao Cheng and Zhao Xiaoxiang seemed to be practicing duel.

As for Zhao's father and Zhao's mother, although they also knew that they would have this two mornings, they just thought it was a duel.

Zhao Cheng's swordsmanship has suddenly become stronger and they know it, but they have no idea how strong it is.

Zhao Cheng didn't say anything about Zhao Cheng going to the Youth Cup to win the championship, so they just thought that Zhao Cheng really went out to play for a few days, and didn't think much about it.

Otherwise, the news that Zhao Cheng won the championship would have already spread throughout the circle of friends of relatives.

Hyunwa is a traditional performing arts, even parents don't think much about their children's feelings.

At this time, they watched it, and thought it was just a duel, and then they would come to Zhao Cheng's grandparents, uncles, aunts, Balabala, etc., saying that the two children suddenly became hardworking, and they would come here every day .

Then it turns to what, hard work is a good thing, but I don’t know if it’s because I’m in a relationship or something.

The group of elders is very strange. When children are young, they say that puppy love is not good, but when they are older, they say it is not good to be single.

Only Zhao Manyun, because he went to an aristocratic school, and the kendo instructors in the school are all swordsmen, could see something.

On weekdays, when they were in the kendo class, their instructors seemed to be like this when they corrected the swordplay.

Zhao Cheng swung his sword, and each sword gave people a relaxed and freehand feeling. The same is true when the instructor corrects the sword path for the students.

"He's a swordsman?!"

Zhao Manyun was taken aback by his sudden thought. There are not no swordsmen of this age, but throughout history, there are only a few of them every hundred years.

And all of them have shown amazing swordsmanship talents since they were young, and were later discovered by people from either the country or the great inheritance, and they were cultivated with the best resources and the best conditions.

This is the only way to complete the journey that other people take decades or even more years to complete in just a few years.

Although Zhao Cheng has indeed become much more attractive, and his aura is different, it would be too exaggerated to say that he is a swordsman.

She didn't know that Zhao Cheng was indeed not a swordsman, but to him, a swordsman was something he could prove.

Even, if Zhao Cheng hadn't forcibly suppressed the instinct of life evolution with his willpower, he would have taken that step naturally long ago.

This "dual practice" lasted for almost twenty minutes. Zhao Xiaoxiang was still sweating profusely even in the middle of winter, but Zhao Cheng, not to mention sweating, didn't even have a face It turned red, and the breathing was even more undisturbed.

"According to your current progress, you should be able to get started with swordsmanship in two months at the earliest or three months at the slowest."

"Getting started is a hurdle, and after that, from getting started to proficiency, to proficiency, and then to master, it's all hard work. As long as you work hard enough, you can grind it up."

Zhao Cheng encouraged.

"In the future, swordsmen can look forward to it!"

Zhao Xiaoxiang didn't speak when he heard the words, adjusted his breathing for a while, and then said: "Then how long will it take me to catch up with you?"

Hearing this, Zhao Cheng pondered for a while, and said seriously: "If there is really the highest level of swordsmanship, you should have a chance."

For Zhao Xiaoxiang, he can't directly hit the other party's enthusiasm, saying that there should be no chance in this life, and in the next life, he can only say so tactfully.

With his current progress, half a year later, it will be a matter of course to become a swordsman, and his talent in swordsmanship will be further improved.

Moreover, this is still a snowballing process. The more time goes by, the stronger he will be, the faster he will acquire resources, and at the same time, his talent will be more terrifying, and he will become stronger and stronger.

...

After what happened in the morning, the elders only felt that it was a good thing for children to make progress, especially Zhao Cheng's uncles and aunts were wondering if their son was too idle.

Zhao Manyun is okay, let's say Zhao Dong, when he is resting, he sleeps until noon, he is too lazy, but it is not good to criticize him when it is Chinese New Year, and he can only wait until the new year.

Zhao Dong:? ? ? ?

And Zhao Manyun, since the morning, has been in a serious state of entanglement. From time to time, he looks at Zhao Cheng, who is sitting on the chair in the yard, sitting in a daze in the sun. He seems to want to say something, but he still can't make up his mind.

When Zhao Dong finally woke up and came to the courtyard, what he saw was Zhao Cheng, who was wandering in the sun, and Zhao Manyun, who seemed to be basking in the sun, but was a little restless.

As soon as he saw Zhao Dong, Zhao Manyun's eyes suddenly lit up. With an idea, he directly pulled Zhao Dong, who was in a daze, into the house and whispered.

"Brother Cheng, are you already a swordsman?!"

Zhao Dong ran up to Zhao Cheng ignorantly, and asked, he wondered if he hadn't woken up and was dreaming.

Why did my sister start to go crazy when she woke up.

But due to the oppression of my sister for a long time, I have to come.

"no."

Zhao Cheng shook his head.

"Sister, Zhao Cheng said no."

Zhao Dong trotted all the way to the house.

"Brother Cheng, how did you manage to correct someone's sword path in the morning?"

Zhao Dong ran over and ran back.

"Sister, Zhao Cheng said that as long as you practice the basic swordsmanship to the master level, you will be fine."

Zhao Dong said, he was taken aback suddenly after speaking.