Sword Saints Should Go Tank

"The ancestor must bless Chen, our village will depend on him from now on."

Because Huang Xing's talent was too amazing, Wu Zhu even prayed for Huang Xing's safety.

After praying, Wu Zhu found out that Huang Xing was going to deal with the fire bull, which made him smile.

"Achen, you go to rest first, Fire Bull, I will find some people to deal with it."

"other people!"

"Well, although you are strong, you are no match for a professional hunter when it comes to handling prey. Moreover, you just hunted and need to rest."

After thinking for a while, Huang Xing nodded.

"Okay, then I will trouble Old Wu."

Huang Xing was very relieved to leave the things to Elder Wu. Of course, more importantly, with his own strength, Huang Xing was not worried that someone would dare to steal his things.

After all, during this period, stealing other people's things, even those of the strong, is not as simple as detaining them for two days. If such a thing happens, people will die.

However, although Huang Xing left, Xiao Wei did not.

He kept his eyes wide open in the yard, staring at the other people closely, not letting them have a chance to steal things.

And this also made Huang Xing laugh a little.

"It's like raising a watchdog, but it's not bad."

Leaving the yard, Huang Xing did not go to rest, but stood still in the backyard with the iron sword in his hand, and slowly swung the iron sword.

The master swordsman who once held a black umbrella gave Huang Xing a lot of basic experience, and even made Huang Xing proficient in swordsmanship, which was promoted to a master-level swordsmanship proficiency, but in cultivation, if you don't advance, you will retreat.

In order to improve his own swordsmanship, and to better display his own swordsmanship level when facing the enemy, Huang Xing is practicing diligently.

However, when he first started practicing, Huang Xing frowned from time to time, he couldn't find the feeling of swordsmanship that he had trained in his dream.

Standing for a long time, Huang Xing kept thinking about the situation at that time in his mind.

After a full ten minutes, Huang Xing opened his eyes, and following his heart, he slashed out with a sword.

When the sword came out, it was ordinary, but Huang Xing could feel that the sword was not shaking at all, as if driven by his own arm.

At the same time, after the sword was swung, a voice suddenly rang in Huang Xing's ear.

[Ding, the system prompts, the host practiced swordsmanship, swung a perfect sword, the experience value of master-level swordsmanship proficiency +1, the current experience value: 1/3000]

The sound of this voice made Huang Chen relax, and fell from that state.

However, at this moment, Huang Xing couldn't care less.

Looking at the system prompt, Huang Xing showed such an expression.

"The experience value can indeed be improved through training. Killing monsters is a kind of experience, and ordinary training is also a kind of experience."

"It's just that if you train normally, it seems that which kind of training will only increase the experience value of that type, and will not increase the general experience."

"However, this is also normal. It is impossible for you to train swordsmanship and gain experience in spellcasting."

Although general experience cannot be increased, Huang Xing is still full of enthusiasm. The dangers of the real world make Huang Xing unwilling to give up any chance to improve his strength.

In this way, Huang Xing trained crazily throughout the afternoon.

During training, Huang Xing often swung his sword perfectly without any ripples. Whenever such a sword was swung, the system would sound a reminder.

In one afternoon, Huang Xing, who was physically strong, swung more than 10,000 swords, but what made the corners of Huang Chen's mouth twitch was that only more than 200 swords reached the system's standard, and were recorded into the master level swordsmanship experience by the system value.

"Hey, after all, I didn't acquire this ability through hard work, but was taught by others. Sure enough, if you want to improve it, you need to train for a long time and then get used to it."

In the training of swordsmanship, it takes dozens of swords to pass the sword. It is really frustrating, but it is not without surprises. When he has obtained 10 master-level swordsmanship experience points, the system voice suddenly prompts:

"The system prompts that the host is practicing swordsmanship, the experience value of the swordsman is +1, and the current experience value is 1/600."

Such a voice made Huang Xing almost stunned instantly.

"Practice swinging a sword in reality can actually increase the swordsman's level of experience."

Yes, the reminder this time is no longer master-level swordsmanship, but the level experience of a professional swordsman.

Huang Xing was still very surprised when he was reminded.

But soon, Huang Xing reacted.

"Swordsman is not a unique profession in a certain world. In many worlds, there are swordsmen. I have experience points to improve, and those swordsmen can also be improved. They have no experience points and rely on hard work to improve their swordsmanship. rank."

"Others can rely on hard work to improve the swordsman's level, and I can naturally do it. I have read the book a hundred times, and it is self-evident. If I keep swinging the sword, it will naturally increase the experience value of the swordsman."

"Very good. From now on, in the real world, besides killing enemies, I can also improve through practice."

Of course, Huang Xing also discovered that practicing hard can indeed improve the level of swordsmanship, but after a day, Huang Xing can only improve by a few dozen points, which is not at all comparable to the income from hunting.

"Hunting, even hunting remnants, can get more than 20 points at a time, which is comparable to my one afternoon training. Sure enough, training improvement, unless you have a super talent, otherwise, it is not as fast as killing .”

"But this is also true. Killing requires a desperate effort, and the improvement is naturally fast. The advantage of exercise lies in stability and safety."

Soon, Huang Xing found out the pros and cons of the two paths, but after finding out, Huang Xing didn't choose one and give up the other.

Children only do multiple-choice questions, and he chooses all of them.

Yes, Huang Xing is not ready to give up hunting, but he is not ready to give up training either.

"Exercise normally, kill when you have the opportunity, and improve in this way, the fastest."

Huang Xing, who was thinking about everything, saw that the sky outside had already darkened.

Seeing this, he did not continue training, but took a bath, drank a lot of fire ox blood that was about to dry up, rested for a while, and prepared to continue night patrols and hunting.

Because Huang Xing had been in a coma for a while during the day today, at this time, even after training for an afternoon, after digesting Huoxing, Huang Xing still didn't feel tired at all.

In this way, saying goodbye to Xiaowei, Huang Xing came to the Totem Square, and there, a barbarian boy named Jian had already brought ten clay pots and gave them to Huang Xing.

"This is the decoction brewed today, Master Wu Zhu asked me to give it to you."

Looking at the ten pots, Jian felt like swallowing, but he just swallowed, not jealous. At the same time, he was grateful to Huang Xing.

"Thank you today, because of you, our soup has a lot more."

"No, without the ingredients collected by your family, Master Wu Zhu can't brew the soup."

Huang Xing didn't hold those clay pots in his hands, but naturally the two barbarians who followed Huang Xing carried them.

Regarding this, the two barbarians did not complain at all.

Last night, although the two of them were on the road with Huang Xing, Huang Xing was fast and the two of them were slow. When Huang Chen held the black umbrella, they arrived at the battlefield and did not participate in the battle.

However, although they didn't participate in the battle, they also saw a few companions lying on the ground, which made them feel the danger of patrolling at night again, and at the same time, they became more determined to hold Huang Xing's thigh.

"That black umbrella is powerful, but this kind of black umbrella was also wiped out by Ah Chen. As long as we follow Ah Chen, we don't have to worry about the threat of evil spirits before Ah Chen falls."

Compared with death, no one will complain about being an errand runner.

Just like that, Huang Xing, who only held an iron sword, led two barbarians on a night patrol.

Arriving at the boundary of the totem, Huang Xing discovered that another fireball with a human head appeared here.

"Fuck, I can't finish killing."