Chapter 224： Hey!

When I heard Amy’s praise, Meg’s expression suddenly disappeared, and he calmly accepted the sword. He nodded indifferently: “Small test.”

"But father, this is a sword?" Amy said inexplicably.

"Well, this is just a metaphor." McGonagall coughed twice and didn't pose. The speed and power of this sword made him a little surprised. Mig Alex was practiced millions of times. The sword has already let the body remember the sword from which angle, from what strength and speed.

McGonagall has already thought about it. I am afraid I will go to the balcony every night to secretly practice the sword, so I can learn the swords in my mind as soon as possible, but now it seems that it does not need to be so hard.

All he has to do is adapt to the speed of the sword as soon as possible, and let his mind keep up with the sword, so that this sword can be used to the extreme under the premise of the current physical quality.

And to this extent, the same level of invincibility should be no problem, if you are lucky, you may be able to cut the individual.

Summarized as follows: no leveling.

"It seems that cooking well, making money, getting physical rewards from the system and buying new physical fitness points is the right way to upgrade." McGonagall thought in his heart, this is good, if you want to open a shop during the day, If you want to run the sword in the middle of the night, you will be too tired to live, and you will not have time to accompany Amy.

"Father, how is your sword just placed?" Amy looked at the silver-sworded sword in the hands of Meg, and asked curiously.

"Heaven." McGonagall pointed to the top, and it really fell from the top.

"Wow, really? Father just had a sword that is so powerful, Amy wants to learn!" Amy’s eyes lit up, looking forward to McGonagall.

"Amy wants to learn the sword?" McGon paused and watched Amy hesitate.

McGonagall was the first knight in the mainland, and the sword was naturally the first. But Amy is now learning magic, and it is still a long-distance, melee double repair. If he follow his sword, it seems that learning something is a bit too More, younger, no time to play can not.

"Yeah!" Amy seriously nodded her head and looked at the long sword in the hands of Meg. "I also want to cut the tree like a father, like this." Who will dare to bully his father in the future, I will cut him."

McGonagall looked at Amy's expectation and smiled on his face. He nodded and said, "Okay, I will teach you back, but I only practice for a while every day, and I will not tell others after I practice."

"Small Beard Master, Master Julian, isn't it?" Amy asked.

"Well, Mia's sister can't do it. At this time, we said that our two little secrets, and Amy learned very well, and then suddenly told them that they will be very surprised." McGonagall nodded and let himself My daughter has more self-defense ability. This is probably what every father wants to do. Only when he is strong enough, he does not have to worry about his own prostitute being bullied outside.

As for bullying others? Amy is not such a child.

Really bully, let's talk about it anyway, how can it be better to be bullied, this is a little selfish thought of McGonagall as a father.

"Well, I remember." Amy nodded seriously.

"Hey." McGonagall touched Amy's hair with a smile, and looked at the ugly duckling who was tired and was resting his chin on Amy's feet. He opened the bag and took out the cup to drink a little bit for the two little guys. Then Hang the cup alone on the waist, put the ugly duckling directly into the small bag, and only find a small head.

"Hey~" The ugly duckling looked at the novelty left and looked at it, and found a comfortable posture.

"Millet is also tired, to back." Amy also said with his hands and looked at McGonagall.

"Okay, come up." McGonagall smiled and squatted. The two little guys went out of town for the first time, chasing a butterfly and chasing themselves.

Amy squatted on McGonagall's back, her hands clinging to McGonagall's neck, and cried happily: "Get off!"

"Starting!" Amy stood up with the sword and strode forward in the direction of Stranglethorn Vale. The little guy was only twenty kilograms. He was not heavy on his back, listening to her in the ear. Bentham’s words are getting more and more powerful.

Stranglethorn Valley is about ten miles away from the gate of the city. The mercenaries who came and went stepped on a road about two meters wide. The road was washed away by rain and a gully, and there were many big footprints of different shades than elephants. It’s bigger, it should be left by the troll.

Even the mercenary who rode on horseback passed by, and couldn’t help but look back and look at it. It’s rare to carry a small luoli out to do the task, but this time Meg put a long sword in his hand, less Received a lot of white eyes.

More than half an hour later, a large valley appeared in the sight of McGonagall. Two large mountains were adjacent to each other, forming a valley. The closer to the mouth of the valley, the more steep the stone wall, the valley mouth formed a wonder of the sky, only one A channel about three meters wide can pass.

Moreover, the stone wall was covered with black thorns, with the thickness of the arms, and the upper side was covered with black barbs. The mountains and plains stretched away, and the two mountains were covered with a layer of black clothes.

That Taniguchi is like a giant mouth opened by a beast, and the mercenaries who are constantly walking towards the valley are like lambs who have invested in their own hukou. They want to win a little grass from the tiger's mouth.

McGonagall recognized the western **** and carried Amy toward the west slope. Most of the mercenaries entered the valley directly, or climbed to the east **** of the opportunity. The western **** was turned over a few years ago. In the past few years, I was burned by a big fire, and the thorns were almost burned. Even World of Warcraft didn't like to run here, and no one went.

McGonagall chose here to see that it is safe. Can you meet a flaming chicken? His mood is still quite Buddhist. It is a big deal to change a place. Anyway, it is still early.

"Father, let me go down and go. You are carrying me too hard, and I will catch the fighting chicken for a while." Amy said on Meg's shoulder, some distressed.

"It’s not hard, Amy is so light, even if it’s always carrying it, it’s not hard.” McGonaga said with a smile, the big thorns were burned, but the new thorns are growing on the fertile black land, and the thumb of the thumb is still With a sharp barb, McGonagall can't worry about letting Amy go.

The long sword in the hand opened the way, and the thorns of all the blocked roads were cut off one by one. The advantage of the sharp weapon was very obvious at this time, and McGonagall easily climbed up the mountain with Amy.

Although very vigilant all the way, I can climb to the hot springs halfway up the mountain, even a beast has not seen, let alone a level of World of Warcraft chicken.

There is a small flat land at the mountainside. The hot spring is there. It is a small hot spring pool about two meters in diameter. It is about half a meter deep. There is a circle of stone around the spring pool. I don’t know whether it is natural or artificial. Going up is like a bath.

In the second half of the spring pool, there was a person who was as fast as one person. The three-meter-long stone had a black surface and it was a testimony to the fire that year.

The temperature here is indeed a dozen degrees higher than the surrounding, and the feet feel a bit hot on the ground, as if there is a volcano underground.

The smoldering water vapor rose from the spring pool, and the moist heating came to the surface, so that the spirit of Meg, who had climbed the mountain, was shocked, and he wanted to go in for a bath.

"Wow, the spring water that will bubble, father, I want to play with water!" Amy's eyes on McGonagall's eyes suddenly brightened, and cried happily.

"Okay, but be careful, let me try the temperature first." Meg smiled and nodded, letting Amy down, not even seeing the birds on the road, let alone the flaming chicken, finally Climb up, how to make a foot and go down the mountain.

McGonagall stretched his hand to Quanquan, and he tried to find out if the temperature was suitable for soaking feet. Although the hot springs are good, they can't just sneak around.

"Hey!" Just then, a loud scream suddenly remembered, and as the fan rang, a big **** flew up the big stone!