He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

"Okay, today's sword practice ends here. Next, it's time for everyone's favorite flying needles."

He said to the live broadcast room with a smile on his face.

The barrage in the live broadcast room instantly became lively, and the audience expressed their anticipation and jokes about the flying needle time.

Zhang Beixing was already accustomed to the teasing from these fake fans. He just shook his head and laughed without further explanation.

He picked up the familiar flying needle, hung the wooden board again, and continued practicing flying needle day after day.

Even if you start practicing sword, you cannot give up the practice of flying needles, otherwise you will become rusty if you don't practice for a long time.

The flying needles are the only means he currently possesses to save his life, and he must not give up easily.

After another hour of flying needle practice, Zhang Beixing ended the live broadcast when the number of viewers in the live broadcast room reached 2000.

I made 600 yuan from this live broadcast, which is pretty good. At least I made back the money I spent on purchasing materials.

He thought it would be great if he could earn that much, or even more, every day.

However, he also knew that he couldn't rush into it, so he put the idea behind him and sat in front of the computer to start looking up relevant information on sword practice.

……

In Guanhai Community, Liang Yuzhu stretched comfortably and looked back at the live broadcast room interface which had gone dark.

She muttered, "Why didn't he practice flying needles and started practicing swords... Could it be that he wants to become a sword immortal?"

Although she said this, she was actually quite interested in the fact that Zhang Beixing had started practicing sword.

Because the sword is more handsome than the flying needle, the heroic posture of the sword energy and the majestic force when raising the hand made her fantasize endlessly.

However, she also knew that this was just a fantasy, so she smiled faintly and continued to focus on the book.

……

In a blink of an eye, the next afternoon, Zhang Beixing’s live broadcast room opened on time.

He said to the 600-odd spectators who had gathered, "Hello, Elbad, I went to the market to buy some cucumbers today. They are all fresh and have flowers and thorns on them, so we will still live broadcast the sword practice today."

The comments in the live broadcast room instantly became lively, and the audience began to make fun of Zhang Beixing's "sexiness".

However, Zhang Beixing just smiled indifferently, and then began to repeat the actions of yesterday - hanging cucumbers, holding the wooden sword with both hands, and making a chopping gesture.

He closed his eyes and recalled the sword-fighting tips he had looked up yesterday.

He discovered that chopping was only the basis of sword practice, but it was the basis of all sword techniques.

Only by laying this foundation can you go further and further on the road of sword practice in the future.

Of course, Zhang Beixing did not intend to practice those traditional swordsmanship. He wanted to take a unique path that had never been taken before and would never be taken again.

This means that he cannot learn too much from the experience of his predecessors, and he has to figure everything out on his own.

Without thinking about those fancy sword moves, nor whether he could master them, Zhang Beixing held the sword with both hands, still maintaining the chopping posture.

Then he opened his eyes, raised his hand suddenly, and chopped at the cucumber with skillful movements.

With a "puff" sound, half of the cucumber flew out and fell to the ground.

Zhang Beixing was delighted when he saw the uneven cut on the hanging and swaying half cucumber, which had less of a bursting feeling.

He knew that his practice was effective, and that if he continued for a long time, he would be able to make smooth cuts with a wooden sword.

So Zhang Beixing no longer hesitated and continued to repeat the action, chopping the cucumbers.

Another two hours passed, and he sorted all the cucumbers and prepared to put them in the refrigerator to be used as the main dish in the next few days.

Then, he picked up the familiar flying needle again and practiced it as usual.

The three-hour live broadcast ended with a lot of money, and I earned one dollar more than yesterday.

Zhang Beixing smiled knowingly, with the corners of his mouth raised. Apart from the money from buying cucumbers today, the rest is pure profit.

He thought to himself, after doing live streaming for so long, he finally saw some profit. It wasn’t easy.

He encouraged himself to work harder and continue to make efforts to achieve success in both sword practice and income.

In the following days, Zhang Beixing insisted on live broadcasting his sword and flying needle practice every day.

Although the cuts on cucumbers and eggplants may feel popping at first, they gradually become smoother over time.

He continued to explore, practice, and summarize his experience, and gradually mastered the essentials and techniques of chopping.

He knew that as long as he persisted, one day he would be able to make perfect cuts with the wooden sword, or even make the sword more powerful than the flying needles.

Half an eggplant lay quietly on the ground, and the room was silent.

Zhang Beixing stood there in a daze, his eyes fixed on the half eggplant. When he saw the smooth cut, he was stunned.

"Did I...really achieve the goal I set out to do?"

The live broadcast room instantly boiled over with comments pouring in like a tide.

"What the hell? The host is amazing. He can even make such a smooth cut with a wooden sword. It's amazing. I have to reward him!"

"User I have a big cucumber and rewarded a rocket."

"Wait, have you forgotten what anchors do? This is obviously a special effect."

"Haha, don't say that. What if the host didn't use special effects this time?"

"Yeah, it's just an eggplant. There's no need for the anchor to use special effects. I guess there's probably something wrong with the wooden sword. It's one of those imitation wooden swords that looks like a wooden sword but actually has a sharp blade inside."

"That should be the case. After all, it's just a wooden sword."

Ignoring the noise in the live broadcast room, Zhang Beixing's eyes were still fixed on the half eggplant.

The initial goal had been achieved, and his ability to make such smooth cuts had proven that he no longer needed to waste time cutting things like cucumbers and eggplants.

He raised his head and stared quietly at the sticks deeply embedded in the wooden man.

Since cutting eggplants is no longer a challenge, the next goal should be cutting wooden sticks, right?
He lowered his head and looked at the wooden sword in his hand, feeling unsure.

But he wanted to try it because he felt there was a force pushing him, urging him to try it.

He didn't want to miss this opportunity, and also wanted to see the extent of his current condition.

Zhang Beixing turned his head and looked at the live broadcast room solemnly: "Everyone, next I will try to use this wooden sword to cut the wooden stick on the wooden man."

"If I do it, I hope you can give me gifts!"

After saying this, he stopped paying attention to the live broadcast room and closed his eyes. He skillfully grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands and assumed a chopping posture.

"What? The anchor is planning to chop the stick with a wooden sword? You're crazy."

"Even if the anchor has a sharp sword in his hand, it's nonsense to think he can chop the stick on the wooden man. Do you really think you have a magic weapon?" "Don't say that. There are special effects. If the anchor adds some special effects, let alone chopping sticks, he can even chop aircraft carriers. Haha."

There were many comments in the live broadcast room, but it did not affect Zhang Beixing's state at all.

He closed his eyes and breathed evenly, as if he was looking for a certain state, or as if he was silently comprehending something.

Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe...

Suddenly, following Zhang Beixing's thoughts, all the power in his body seemed to contain a certain sense of violence and impact. Unlike the previous inexplicable power, this power was filled with violence.

However, within this violent core, there is gentleness and warmth.

This is his own strength, and it is also the strength left over from the improvement in his physical fitness after he broke through the second level with the flying needle.

At this moment, Zhang Beixing seemed to be able to guide this power, and all the power was gathering towards his upper body, almost madly.

The muscles above the waist and below the neck, whether in the arms, hands or the entire upper body, are all stirring, as if an unprecedented and explosive force is about to burst out.

He looked forward to what was going to happen next.

If the wooden sword in his hand can cut the wooden stick, then his primary goal of sword practice will be truly achieved!

After all, cutting an eggplant with a wooden sword and cutting a wooden stick are two completely different concepts. It is a real watershed!
However, he was not sure if he could do it. This was his first attempt and the one he felt he might be able to do it.

At this moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes seemed to contain extremely strong destructive power and some mysterious flowing power.

He gently raised his hands and held the wooden sword high. His movements were not sluggish or fancy, and even too plain.

With his eyes fixed on the wooden stick deeply embedded in the wooden man's stake, he swung the wooden sword in both hands lightly.

At the moment when the wooden sword touched the wooden stick, Zhang Beixing seemed to see some ripples emerging in the air. It was a unique, subtle, and indescribable feeling.

However, in this feeling, he could also feel the terrible power contained in the wooden sword, as if it was going to smash everything in front of him, completely smashing it with a terrifying explosive power!

Swish.

There was neither the expected loud noise nor the expected breaking sound.

Everything is so peaceful, just like a dead leaf falling into a calm lake, causing only ripples.

pat.

Zhang Beixing still maintained the chopping action, but heard the distinctive sound of a wooden object falling to the ground.

He stood up calmly, let out a long breath, and looked calmly at the wooden stick that fell to the ground and the smooth cut that seemed to have been cut by the Creator.

Successful.

At this moment, the barrage of comments in the live broadcast room seemed to explode, like surging waves of a river.

"What the hell! What did I see? The anchor actually used a wooden sword to cut the stick? What the hell! What the hell!"

"I struck out slowly... Fuck, how is this possible! It's just a wooden sword!"

"It's a special effect. The host used special effects. It must be DuangDuang's special effects!"

"My goodness, if I didn't know the anchor was good at special effects, I would have subconsciously thought it was real."

"I have to say that the anchor's special effects have reached perfection. He should find a job in a factory. He will definitely earn more than being an anchor."

"Stop talking, I almost believed it just now, stay alive, it's a reward!"

"User, I have a big cucumber reward rocket."

"User Qiezi is always the god of reward rockets."

"User special effects anchor is invincible and rewards rockets."

"Users give me cucumbers and eggplants as rocket rewards."

Zhang Beixing did not pay attention to the emotions of the audience in the live broadcast room. He was only concerned about his own emotions at the moment.

Are you excited? Definitely.

But he tried his best to suppress this emotion and looked down at the wooden sword held tightly in his hand.

He did it, he really did it!
If...if only, he had an iron sword in his hand, he even doubted whether he could split the entire wooden man in half.

Of course, this is just Zhang Beixing’s own fantasy.

Cutting a wooden stick was not a difficult task for him, but cutting a wooden man...that was quite difficult.

After all, the difficulty of cutting a wooden stick with a diameter of about 2 cm and a wooden man with a diameter dozens of times larger is not at the same level.

However, just doing this is enough to prove that Zhang Beixing's sword-training career has achieved some success!
But he knew clearly that this did not mean that he had broken through to the second level again with his sword.

The power he just mobilized was his own power, not the inexplicable power in his body. There is an essential difference between the two.

The previous state was not the state of the second level, but an unknown, subtle state, as if everything was broken and yet nothing had changed.

And after cutting the stick, that feeling disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

However, with this breakthrough, he is still very happy.

The corners of Zhang Beixing's mouth gradually curled up, revealing an excited and fanatical smile.

Even though he failed to break through the second level, he managed to cut the wooden stick with a wooden sword, which is something that is simply impossible in the eyes of ordinary people.

As long as you slowly explore and carefully comprehend in the future, always think about that state in the following practice, and continue to try to mobilize your own strength and comprehend the second level of the sword.

One day he would be able to break through to the second level with the sword.

At that time, the flying needle can move freely, and the sword in the hand can also move freely, one bright and one dark, assisting each other.

I'm afraid there is no rival in this world!
Then he sighed again.

He now admires those who practice martial arts, because they usually need to spend several years or even decades to practice martial arts.

But I also feel that they are a bit pitiful, as they have to spend half their life or even their entire life to achieve their goals.

On the other hand, he possessed extremely strong talent. In just less than three months, his flying needle skills had reached a level that was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

This is especially true for sword practice. In just one month, you can use a wooden sword to chop a wooden stick.

Of course, if Zhang Beixing hadn’t been in the same state just now, it would have taken him an unknown amount of time to cut the wooden stick with a wooden sword.

Zhang Beixing took another deep breath, carefully taking in everything that had just happened.

Afterwards, he savored his previous feelings, then picked up his phone and browsed the comments that occasionally floated across the live broadcast room: "Special effects, definitely special effects!"

At the same time, he also noticed that many people gave him rockets and gifts, and he couldn't help but feel excited, and almost blurted out: "That's awesome!" (End of this chapter)