Roland appeared very quiet. He just stood in a forward stance, holding the hilt of the knife with both hands and the back of the knife resting on his left shoulder.
Because the miaodao was very long, it was quite laborious to hold it in the hand without swinging it. It was also impossible to wear it on the waist, and it was even more difficult to use it if it was carried on the back.
Therefore, most of the time, the miaodao would be carried on the shoulder for easy carrying, and most of the time, the movements of the miaodao would also start from this stance.
Li Lin's sword struck the ground, the sound getting heavier and heavier as he continued to move forward slowly.
The atmosphere was getting more and more tense, and Night Tide Sand subconsciously clenched her small fists on the side.
Just when he was still three meters away from Roland, the wooden sword suddenly struck the concrete floor with a heavier force, and with the force of the rebound, he took a sudden step forward, the longsword in his right hand suddenly slashing forward.
The speed was extremely fast, like lightning.
It was just that Roland's reaction speed was faster, and he had already moved the moment Li Lin swung his longsword.
He took a sharp step back, and at the same time, the miaodao slashed forward with the force of his wrist.
Roland's retreat was so fast that Li Lin's sword slashed directly into thin air, and before he could retract his move, Roland's much longer miaodao slashed directly into his shoulder protector.
It bounced up again with a crack. This was the effect of Roland holding back.
"Stop!"
On the sidelines, Qi Shaoqiu shouted, "Roland wins."
Li Lin took off his protector, then patted his shoulder with some confusion. Although he was protected by protector and Roland had held back, his shoulder was still a little numb when the wooden sword slashed down.
He asked curiously, "How come your reaction speed is so fast?"
Roland smiled. "Maybe it's because I'm more talented."
Li Lin clicked his tongue and didn't say anything more. When an expert made a move, it was easy to tell. Although Li Lin hadn't systematically practiced cold weapon techniques, in the game, he had learned basic military swordsmanship from a veteran, and for more than half a year, he had participated in nearly a hundred battles, large and small. He had died more than twenty times. Because he died too many times and lost EXP at every turn, he was still at level four and hadn't reached level five.
After so many battles, he realized that he had almost reached his limit in terms of melee combat ability. Although he could continue to improve it by leveling up and learning more specialties, those were purely numerical improvements, not technical improvements.
When encountering players with similar equipment levels, if the other party's techniques were better than his, he would be at a huge disadvantage.
With that in mind, he went offline to learn cold weapon techniques.
Although he was still lacking in technique, he had trained his eyesight during this period of time.
When Roland retreated just now, his reaction speed was very fast, and he had already retreated the moment he raised his hand to attack.
It was almost synchronized.
Otherwise, his sword would not have missed so easily.
"People who are quick-witted also have quick reactions?" Li Lin thought it was unfair. He plopped down on the cement block next to him. "You guys are so talented, so powerful. How are we normal people supposed to live?"
Roland smiled and took off his protective gear. "But you have money."
Hearing this, Li Lin's expression became even more miserable. He said timidly, "Generally speaking, don't we local tycoons only speak like this when we meet geniuses and slap them in the face? No matter how outstanding you are, I just need to say that you're rich. Now you're the one comforting me with that, this world … "
Qi Shaoqiu, amused by this, came up and said, "See, your foundation is so poor now that you can't even move with a sword. Start with the basics first."
Li Lin responded.
Li Lin then, under Qi Shaoqiu's guidance, first learned the most basic movement stances, while Roland practiced the routines himself.
Soon it was noon, and when Roland was about to go home, Night Tide Sands pulled him aside and asked, "How's your practice of the Daoist Nourishment of Life going?"
Roland shook his head. "Not much progress."
There really wasn't much progress. Now every day before he entered the game, he would take an hour to sit cross-legged for a while.
But he didn't feel any strange warm currents, nor did he feel any Qi.
If there was any improvement, it was that now he wouldn't feel his legs go numb after sitting cross-legged for an hour, and he seemed to be quite used to it.
"No rush, you've only been practicing for a month. It took me almost a year to get a sense of Qi. " Night Tide Sands' expression was indifferent, and then she stuffed something into his hand. "This is incense, it has a calming effect. I usually light some when I'm having trouble practicing Qi. Take it and try it."
"Incense is quite expensive, isn't it?" Roland found that the incense was wrapped in a handkerchief, and the texture of the handkerchief was very unique and comfortable to the touch, not like it was made mechanically, but more like it was handmade. "I'll give you the money."
"Why be so polite as a man! This thing isn't expensive. "Night Tide Sands left such a sentence in a light tone, then turned and left.
"Thanks." Roland waved at Night Tide Sands' back.
At this moment, Li Lin came over and asked with a smile, "How does the girl feel?"
"Pretty good. Very diligent girl, her personality looks cold, but she's actually cold on the outside and warm on the inside, and she's very nice to the friends she knows. "
Roland thought about it and commented so.
"Sounds quite suitable to be a wife." Li Lin smiled ambiguously, then asked, "What if I didn't take you home?"
"Forget it. I'll come over on a bike. "Roland waved his hand.
"Okay then, I'll be on my way."
The two parted at the entrance of the saber arts club, and the red sports car roared away.
Roland, on the other hand, rode his bike slowly home.
After lunch, Roland opened the forum as usual, then found that the data giant O 'Neal was messaging him in private, telling him to immediately go to the QQ group when he saw the message. There was something important.
Then Roland opened the QQ group. O 'Neal was online, and as soon as he saw Roland online, he immediately sent a message.
"Yesterday, a player found a strange drawing in the black market in the capital. He thought it looked like a magic model, so he sent me a third of it to see. I thought it looked like it too, so I bought it for a big price."
"And then?" Roland asked.
"I don't understand it!!!!"
O 'Neal typed several exclamation marks in a row.
Then he continued.
"The magic models we've been exposed to for the past six months are traceable, and they're of the same origin. But this model is clearly not the same system as the magic models we've learned. "
"Elven magic?" Roland asked.
"That's possible."
Roland thought about it and said, "Can I take a look?"
"Who else but you can see it now? The reason I asked you to come online was to see if you could figure out anything from it. If you figure it out, let me know. "
Roland replied, "No problem."
Not long after, an email was sent over.
Roland opened the attachment, and then a strange "painting" appeared in the center of the computer screen.
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