Then for three consecutive days, Lin Sheng did not enter the dream again, nor even dreamed.
He rested very well every night.
Every day, I am not only studying and reviewing, but also going out to find a place to practice swordsmanship.
Now practicing swords is to integrate and absorb the memories of elite rotten swordsmen.
That guy is the captain of the Black Feather City patrol team, a typical aristocratic academy. He has to practice a complete set of basic swordsmanship every day, which has allowed Lin Sheng to obtain a comprehensive swordsmanship system.
The opponent's sword skills were obviously more than one move, but there was only one move in Lin Sheng's incomplete memory.
Of course, he was already very satisfied.
After all, this is his first time mastering real sword skills. Before, he was actually using basic moves to fight against the enemy.
In addition to sword skills, what he expected most was the part about Valen Temple in this guy's memory.
In the incomplete memory, the Temple of Valen does have a special secret technique that can quickly increase the strength of the body. However, this secret technique is secret and is only for the official warriors in the Temple to learn.
The most important thing is that according to the memory fragments obtained this time, the temple has indeed mastered a special method of practice, a way to break through the limit faster.
That is, the real special method of breaking limits.
The powerful rotten swordsman before was just a second-level warrior in his memory.
In this incomplete memory, warriors who reach level three can automatically receive certain town preferential treatment in Black Feather City.
If a third-level warrior is willing to rely on a certain family, the treatment he can receive can even be equivalent to many higher citizens.
This also made Lin Sheng more and more excited about when he could break through the limit and reach level three.
Soon, there was not much time to calm down.
On March 31st, the dream can finally enter again.
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The fine light rain fell from the sky like silk threads, pouring on Lin Sheng's body in his pajamas.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt a cold and wet feeling on his face, hands, neck and neck.
"Will it rain in this ghost place?" Lin Sheng quickly glanced around.
He was standing where he had killed the elite rotten swordsman before, and to the left was the triangular Black Hawk flagpole.
"Go and peel the clothes first!"
Without saying a word, Lin Sheng rushed over and began to take off his clothes from the rotten swordsman's corpse.
"Oh, is it still a woman?" Lin Sheng was slightly stunned when he put his hand on.
"No, it's because his chest muscles are a little bigger..." He immediately recognized the difference.
The clothes on the rotten swordsman were like a large piece of black tablecloth, digging a hole in the middle of the round shape and stuffing his head in.
The style is so simple.
The lower body is a black long skirt, but it is cracked on the side and is wearing gray trousers inside.
A string of decorated silver bead chains were tied to the belt around the waist, and a purse.
Lin Sheng reached out and pulled off his purse.
The off-white purse is a structure like an old-fashioned shoulder bag, only the size of a palm.
He untied the cloth bag and shook backwards.
Pick.
A small black thing fell to the ground.
Lin Sheng quickly picked it up and made a key, a round handle serrated key. A small vertical pupil symbol was also engraved on it.
"This symbol..." Lin Sheng picked it up and put it in front of him, and checked it carefully. "It looks very similar to the vertical pupils seen from Ravel."
He carefully identified it, then quickly raised the black sword in his hand and checked the symbol of the sword body above.
Two symbols, one big and one small, are arranged together, and look similar.
"The same style should be a symbol."
Lin Sheng felt a little suspicious.
"There is no doubt that this symbol must represent what, perhaps an organization, a force, a belief? It is possible.
And this kind of symbol can be publicly carved on the door and on the sword, without fear of being discovered. It is obviously not a cult and is not a mark that everyone accepts."
He looked at the huge Black Feather City not far away.
"Maybe the answer is there..."
After putting away the things, Lin Sheng stripped off the elite rotten swordsman's coat and barely put it on himself.
The top was a little big. It was obvious that he was too thin.
"We need to strengthen our muscles and physical fitness to exercise." Lin Sheng sighed, looked at the black sword in his hand, and looked at the black sword in his hand.
The sword blade in the corpse's hand is thicker and wider. The handguard is round, perfectly protecting the palm. The hilt is suitable for the thickness and thin anti-slip yarn.
The end of the last hilt is not a spherical shape like that, but a spiked shape, with blood remaining at the end of the spiked.
"It seems that this one is obviously much more powerful."
Lin Sheng decisively abandoned the black sword obtained by Ravel, bent down and picked up the black sword in his hand.
"Since they are all obtained from the rotten swordsman, these black swords are called rotten swords."
He held the black sword and weighed it. The weight was heavier than before, and it was much heavier.
"It's about ten kilograms...awesome."
He used only four or five kilograms before, and this one almost doubled and needed to adapt for a while.
Then there is the dagger he was hit before.
The dagger was very heavy, at least three or four kilograms. He hesitated for a while, but still didn't bring it. Just a sword was enough to be tired.
Bury the dagger under the flagpole, and maybe you can find it and use it when you come back later.
Holding the sword in both hands, Lin Sheng began to wander around the city again.
In the darkness, the weeds around Heiyu City kept shaking in the wind, making rustling sounds.
He walked through the moonlight for a long time without even encountering a monster.
Instead, he walked in a hurry, a little panting and tired.
"The physical strength is too weak..."
Lin Sheng leaned his back against the city wall to rest. He kept holding the long sword of ten kilograms, and he was still a little tired after walking for so long.
"We have to think of a way to quickly improve our body's endurance and so on. Exercising every day can improve, but it's too slow..."
He sighed in his heart.
After a while of rest, the rain gradually stopped.
His clothes were also wet, and he felt chill all over, but his heart was hot.
He has a rough map of Black Feather City.
He also planned the route between Valen Temple and Lhasabel. All he had to do now is to enter the city!
"My strength has improved now and I have been wandering around for so long, but I can't find a living creature. It seems that I can only enter the city."
Lin Sheng licked his lips, holding the sword and gaze a little floating.
"But now I've changed my sword. Don't worry, get used to it and then prepare to enter the city."
After pausing for a while, he stood up and continued to search for prey with his sword.
But this time is different from before, he is rushing back and no longer exploring other places.
Walking along the city walls does not require discerning directions. Going back is much faster than exploring.
Not long after, Lin Sheng returned to the city gate again.
The door is dark and dark, and gusts of cold wind are constantly blowing out from it.
Lin Sheng looked up at the city gate.
After it rained, the fog dissipated, and there were jagged arrows above the city gate.
Behind the stack of arrows, a black tower with a spire is faintly visible.
The moonlight shone, dyeing the entire city wall a trace of silver.
Chapter completed!