Douluo: I'm Really Ordinary

The first thing I do when I get home is eat, drink, sleep and play. The days of gods are just like this.

Jiang Yue was amused as he watched Jiang Cheng finish the chicken legs, holding the fragrant duck and corn ribs soup in his left hand.

"Eat more, gain another ten pounds, and wait until two years later to be as tall as your father and me."

Su Jing, who had just come out of the kitchen with a fruit platter, smiled and stared at Jiang Cheng and asked.

"Don't you think about it carefully? Although the Intermediate Soul Master Academy has declined in recent years, it is still better than working hard outside alone, in such a bloody situation..."

Su Jing felt heartbroken when she thought of this.

When she thought about other people's children being exposed to wind and rain in the Intermediate Soul Master Academy, while her son was groping and working hard outside, she instantly felt unbalanced.

Jiang Cheng wiped his mouth and waved his hand to her.

"No, if I stay in a greenhouse like the school for another three years, my motor nerves will be numb."

"Besides, I have a friend. We made an agreement before we left school to meet at the school gate in half a month and start a crazy exploration trip!"

"It makes sense. Based on this alone, I support it with both hands!"

Jiang Yue couldn't hold his tongue at all and said.

"Men, they have to go through ups and downs early in order to grow up. Otherwise, no matter how well you maintain a vase, it will break as soon as you give it away. What will happen?"

"Oh, I understand the truth, I just feel sad."

Su Jing gave Jiang Cheng a piece of braised pork and finally nodded helplessly.

"Forget it, since you father and son agree with your heart, then I have nothing to say."

Su Jing's face was serious and she warned:

"Just one request, come back at least once a year. If you feel scared and regret it outside, the dishes and chopsticks at home are always there to welcome you."

"I know."

Jiang Cheng nodded and burped.

In the past half month, Jiang Cheng has not been training as intensively every day as before.

In addition to occasionally practicing swordsmanship and making plans and plans for the future, this is his relaxation time.

As for the balance between work and rest, take this opportunity to relax yourself and consolidate your current strength.

In addition, Jiang Cheng now has to go to the sword training platform every day to practice swordsmanship.

As mentioned above, practice will get twice the result with half the effort, the effect is very good, and you will not be tired.

But he found that if he practiced for more than two hours a day, his consciousness would be kicked out of him.

"It's strange. It seems there is a limit. Originally, I was thinking of unlimited prostitution!"

After Jiang Cheng suddenly woke up, he sighed. It was too difficult to know the 0.5% probability. He could only rely on his liver, which didn't give him a way to survive.

"Now the bracelet can only store 30% of my soul power, which is a bit stretched. I will have to change it if I have the chance in the future. It can't keep up with my rhythm."

Jiang Cheng looked at the silver bracelet on his hand, curled his lips, and went to the yard to continue practicing his sword skills.

After nearly half a month of trying, he was able to exert the initial power of Tingfengfluu Liujian.

Why do you say it took me nearly half a month to master it? It's because this move consumes too much soul power.

With his current soul power level of level 5000, it would be a miracle that he could perform a soul skill with an upper limit of nearly 21 years, and that was at full soul power.

Today was the day for him to estimate the power of the soul skill and make a preliminary judgment based on his previous experience to understand the soul skill more intuitively.

"Listen to the wind blowing the willow sword!"

Jiang Cheng held the long sword in his hand, concentrating and calming down, and a set of erratic swordsmanship brewed out of his hand.

The buzzing sound of the wind resounded in the ears, and the surrounding breeze slowly gathered. The next moment, the long sword in Jiang Cheng's hand stabbed out an afterimage and struck three times in succession.

After three consecutive strikes, a piece of green sword energy shot out from the tip of the sword, and as the willow leaves scattered all over the sky, the momentum was fierce and compelling.

"Susu."

When the sword energy was exhausted, Jiang Cheng half-knelt on the ground, beads of sweat appeared on his head, and the soul power in his body was completely drained.

After a short rest, Jiang Cheng made an assessment of Ting Feng Fu Liu Jian based on his repeated comparisons and attempts over the past half month:

【Listen to the wind blowing willow sword】

Effect: The power of the soul skill is between 2000 and 5500 years (his current soul power level is too weak to maximize the attack advantage)

Listening to the Wind Style: As a prelude to the sword technique, the wind roars all around, taking advantage of the wind.

The sword speed is increased by 50%, and the subsequent three combos cause triple instant damage of 75%, 125%, and 155% of one's own attack respectively.

Fluffing Willow Style: After listening to the wind style, the attack swung forward becomes long-range sword energy damage.

At the same time, the phantom of the Willow Leaf Rapier is summoned, causing large-scale splash damage equal to 90% of its own attack to all surrounding targets, attacking all.

Consumption: 95% of the soul power of the current level, and the body is exhausted and weak in a short period of time.

"That's about it."

Jiang Cheng wrote down notes and smacked his lips, feeling a happy and troubled feeling.

It is indeed a good thing that the power of the sword technique has greatly increased, but it is a pity that he cannot control it and loses the Fufeng sword technique.

Such a good three-hit combo, and the soul power consumed was within his control. It was okay to use it many times, but now it has been replaced by Tingfeng.

He also tried listening to the wind and using it separately from Fuliu.

But in fact, the impact was not big. The moment he released Tingfeng, a new sword technique opened, and his soul power was already declining sharply.

Therefore, even if the [Flying Willow] behind is not released, the soul power consumed is still the same.

"Forget it, fortunately, I have Cuckoo's Cry Blood to recharge my energy, and combined with Feng Ying Kill, I can deal about the damage of a thousand-year soul skill."

Jiang Cheng raised his eyebrows, "As for the Listening to the Wind Willow Sword, it's my great counterattack weapon. It can't be used until the critical moment, so that's it."

In a blink of an eye, the appointed time arrived.

Jiang Cheng stuffed his packed luggage, including clothes, shoes and socks, a complete collection of soul beasts, etc., into the black sword pendant.

He simply wore a blue and white long-sleeved shirt, dark blue trousers, combed his hair like a high-spirited handsome boy, and was ready to go.

Before leaving, Su Jing specially gave him fifty gold soul coins and said with a smile.

"You just went over to rent a house, buy things, and the bus fare will definitely be indispensable. Take it, don't treat yourself badly outside."

"I know, you should take good care of your health at home. Goodbye, parents. No need to send you off..."

In the farewell eyes of Jiang Yue and Su Jing, Jiang Cheng embarked on his new journey.

Jiang Yue looked at his leaving figure and suddenly smiled.

"It's only been six years, and our son has already reached level 21. If he continues at this rate, he might surpass me before I even have a grandson."

"It's not maybe, it's absolutely."

Su Jing smiled and suddenly lowered her eyes, "Speaking of which, these days I always feel that I am about to break through level 40."

"Really?"

Jiang Yue's eyes widened, "Well, it's such a big deal. I'll call him back before he's gone far!"

"do not!"

Su Jing smiled and pulled him.

"Let him go. My son has traveled thousands of miles and my mother is worried. What is supposed to come will always come. There is no escape. There is no need for him to worry about this matter."

"That too."

Jiang Yue hummed and gently held Su Jing's hand. When he turned his head again, Jiang Cheng's leaving figure had turned into a small black dot, blurred in the shadowy crowd.