I looked at the sky for a long time, until the blue turned red, and the red stained black. Lin Jicai, the www.biquge.info of the pen "Fun" Pavilion, sat up as if he had fallen asleep, stretched his waist, yawned, and the dust on the side was noisy by Lin Ji, and he cast a contemptuous look.

"Have you figured out how to unleash your last three points?" Feng Chen is still very curious, after all, this guy is at ease and has slept for a day. Hearing Feng Chen's question, Lin Ji buckled his head a little embarrassed: "Not at all." “

Such an answer, as if in anticipation of Feng Chen, remained silent, and once again cast contempt, and contempt. Lin Ji didn't speak, but he looked at the waning moon in the dark night, which was always the only bright, and his face also had a half-curved smile.

Without speaking, he got up and jumped, his body fell rapidly, in the middle of the night, he ignored the quiet sleep of the people around him, boom, the whole person was like a huge stone, completely smashed into the already shattered yard.

The ground was sunken from the center downward, and unexpectedly, the surrounding stone slabs were lifted up by the powerful impact, forming countless black shadows. Standing in the center of the stage that had become dark, the moonlight seemed to drop neon lights for him alone, and at this moment, between heaven and earth, there was still only him.

Raise your hand, turn your palm into a fist, walk the dragon and snake, your fist is in all directions, you step on the eight wildernesses, the fist is light and slow, and the soft one doesn't seem to have the slightest power, but it's just like this, the soft fist moment after moment, it seems to rattle in the wind, that is the sound of the natural wind after the fist wind is formed.

A punch is faster than a punch, a punch is stronger than a punch, a punch uses more power than a punch, and the so-called natural hidden power is because when you throw a punch, you think too much, think about what kind of power you want to use, think about what technique to use, think about where to hit, think about the next attack.

Such too many thoughts will inadvertently increase the weight of the fist and weaken the force of the fist. "Sacrifice life and forget death, fight hard." Just as the meaning of these eight characters is simple and clear, only when life and death are fighting, can people exert all the power beyond their control, or even more.

Therefore, if you want to control the Dacheng of Ming Jin, you must first do it, understand the feeling of life and death fighting, that is, a feeling of not thinking about anything, only holding simple thoughts, and only holding the next punch will be stronger, strong enough to kill the opponent.

Therefore, if you want to exert the power of Ming Jin Dacheng, you have to be ethereal in your mind, don't think about anything, just remember that the next punch will be stronger, such a simple thing. And it's okay to do something like that.

It is precisely because of this that every punch that Lin Ji throws now is much stronger than the previous punch, seven points of force, eight points of force, nine points of force, and the constant squeaking symphony of muscles and bones cannot affect Lin Ji's demonic silence at the moment.

Every muscle in the body, every bone, and every blood in the veins seemed to be excited, cheering and joy, again and again, like a never-ending machine, Lin Ji kept swinging his fists and constantly improving his strength.

Finally, Lin Ji threw a punch again, and the bones, muscles, and bloodlines of his body had already reached their peak at the same time, and at this moment, they were twisted into an arm together, stretching out with his fist. It seems to have broken through a bottleneck, and the flesh is numb for a while, very strong, and bright.

And under such a numbness, Lin Ji did not stop his fist, and the next moment, a stronger fist swung out again, but it was a little different that with Lin Ji's movements, a red silk thread connected to his chest from his fist appeared.

It was a strange power, and the blood red color seemed a little evil, but when you carefully penetrated and looked at it, you could feel the rich vitality and strong vitality from inside. Moreover, those red thread rings were wrapped around Lin Ji's arms, and as Lin Ji's fist became more and more powerful, the red lines gathered more.

Eleven points of strength, half of his arms were spread by blood red, although Lin Ji was curious about the existence of blood red power, but at this moment it was a good opportunity to break through to the consummation of Ming Jin in one fell swoop, Lin Ji naturally would not give up halfway.

He was still waving his fists, and his strength was getting stronger and stronger, but Lin Ji felt that his physical strength was disappearing sharply, and he didn't know how many hours he had digested for dinner.

"Peng" When hunger and tiredness reached a peak, the strength contained in Lin Ji's fist also reached a peak, gritting his teeth, forcibly suppressing the discomfort of his body, Lin Ji's punch came from top to bottom, and directly hit the ground.

The thunder was terrifying, and a punch from top to bottom was like a flash of thunder, hitting the ground, and finally turning into a loud thunder like thunder, and countless lights were bright. But as the floor in the courtyard within a radius of one zhang turned into flying ashes, Lin Ji tried his best to pull his mouth, and finally turned into a smile of relief.

Without the slightest consciousness, the next moment Lin Ji fell into a deep sleep, alone in this messy place, he fell asleep by himself, but a lot of people suffered, counting sheep in the second half of the night, they couldn't sleep anymore, boiled up the lights, hung panda eyes, and spent the night.

Early in the morning, the maid who delivered breakfast yawned and rubbed her dark circles into Lin Ji's courtyard, and was about to open the door as usual and put things on the table, but suddenly felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly turned around.

Is what is in front of you real? I rubbed my eyes again in disbelief, afraid that I hadn't woken up, but what I saw again was still the unbelievable situation, and when it was confirmed that it was true, the little maid vaguely heard someone's yawn again.

Looking at it again, a palm protruded from the potholed soil, and then a complete man reappeared, stretching his waist and yawning, and finally he and the little maid looked at each other intently, and laughed.

I wiped, the feeling of being a living person, the little maid didn't care about Lin Ji's smiling face at the moment, put the dinner plate in her hand on the ground, smeared oil on the soles of her feet, and slipped away. Running too fast, Lin Ji smiled helplessly: "Am I really scary?" “

Glancing at his tattered clothes, he took a shower early in the morning and changed into clean clothes before he began to enjoy breakfast at the end of the day. Of course, he didn't forget that today was the time for the start of the martial arts, and after breakfast, he began to walk to the so-called conference hall, where he could find Li Chengjie.

Sure enough, when Lin Ji arrived in the conference hall, there were not a large number of vulgar men here on weekdays, but a group of young people with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, full of masculinity and heroism. And Li Chengjie is standing in front of them and teaching something, I think it should be the mobilization before the martial arts.

Lin Ji yawned, just stood aside and waited quietly, without the intention of coming forward to disturb, nor listening to the meaning of the last time.