Lin Feng had studied art in the martial arts hall, and he had already heard of qi, so he wrote down the Yang Qiandu, and was eager to try, and when he saw that it was dark, he suddenly said: "You won't take advantage of me to meditate and run up the Honor Mountain alone, right?" ”

Mu Ge smiled bitterly, "Hua Xinrong wants the fourth heaven formula, I don't have it, we have no use value for him, will I go up the mountain to die?" ”

Lin Feng looked deeply into his eyes, and half-sounded, and the wooden pigeon turned his gaze away weakly. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Lin Feng said: "What are the plans?" ”

"I'll be the bait to lure Hua Xinrong, and you can save them. You have to master your strength, Ouyang Qing is a strong person, and the strength of those silver killers is also very strong. ”

Lin Feng nodded "um", didn't go back to the master bedroom, just sat down cross-legged in the hall, looked up and said, "If I wake up from meditation and find that you are not there, I will go up the mountain by myself." When he finishes speaking, close his eyes and breathe evenly.

Mu Ge was stunned, smiled bitterly, and sat down cross-legged, the plan just said was just a lie.

On the second day of the Yang Qiandu, the wooden pigeon found that the qi was extremely condensed and slow, as if the river was mixed with countless sediment, heavy and slow, and couldn't help but be secretly shocked by the power of the pulse interception method, and felt that it was half loud, and there was nothing to do, so he could only silently withdraw from meditation.

Lin Feng had been meditating for more than three hours, and there was no sign of waking up.

Mu Ge was secretly happy for him, according to the old man, the first meditation was the most difficult and the most crucial, and the longer the meditation time, the greater the chance of comprehending the sense of qi.

The wooden pigeon remembers that it took him an hour to slowly calm down in his first meditation, and that he withdrew in less than two hours in the silence of nothingness.

Looking up at the night sky, the stars are dotted, the sky is a deep and transparent blue, the wooden pigeon sits on the balcony, watching and watching the heart become spacious and bright, taking a deep breath, and regaining confidence in his eyes.

When he was a teenager, he was thin and weak, and a kitchen knife didn't kill a burly man, which mission was easy after that? It wasn't until I had the money to buy a gun that the situation was better, and I was less injured, but I still survived countless times, and the scars were left on my body one by one, no matter how difficult the situation was, I never gave up until I learned to practice qi, and the situation gradually improved. Now that there are not only guns, but also strength, why should you be discouraged?

Lin Feng is disappointed in justice, and Mu Ge is disappointed in life. Wandering since childhood, until he was adopted by the orphanage, he lived a stable life, but he also saw the director and teachers save all kinds of money, in order to find someone to sponsor them, they were blinded, they helped people do laundry, and they worked all night to do handicrafts to subsidize the orphanage.

After completing the goal of 10 million and paying off the debt for the orphanage, Mu Ge has nothing to ask for in life, and it doesn't matter, so it is easy to give up. At this time, inspired by the starry sky, I only feel that the world is so big that it is full of endless unknowns, even if it is a year later, I will die of exhaustion, and I should take a look at this vast world before this.

He thought about it, if he could successfully save Sister Ren Jingwen, he would leave here to see the famous mountains and rivers, see the wonders of the world, and see all the different things.

The sky was faint, the wooden pigeon calmed down, and entered the meditation realm against the rising sun, pushing the slow energy to work, although it was very slow and astringent, and it was uncomfortable, but he persevered.

It had been three hours since Mu Ge withdrew from the meditation realm, and Lin Feng was looking at him with burning eyes.

Mu Ge was stunned, "Have you comprehended the sense of qi?" ”

Lin Feng nodded vigorously, this feeling is fantastic, the qi is flowing, and the limbs and five senses have become more acute, although he is not yet a strong person, he has clearly felt his improvement.

The reason why Lin Feng was able to realize the sense of qi for the first time was because he had the concept of "qi" when he was studying art in the martial arts hall, and he believed that it existed, and after years of training, his qi grew stronger, so he succeeded in one fell swoop.

The wooden pigeon stood up with a smile.

Lin Feng looked at him and said strangely: "You seem to be ...... Not the same ......"

Mu Ge's eyebrows stretched for a moment, as if he was distressed, but he was calm, "Yes, the pulse interception method has worked, and my strength is now decreasing." ”

Lin Feng's face changed slightly, this was negative news, but Mu Ge looked frank, this was what he felt.

Mu Ge said: "It's okay, I have an idea. "There are many ways to kill people, unless the strength is superior to the opponent, there is no need to fight hard, and besides, let go of the heart of killing the flower Xinrong, it is relatively not so difficult to save people.

The two discussed, went out separately, and returned to the apartment to meet after dark.

Lin Feng was overjoyed, "I found a very nice place. ”

The wooden pigeon opened the white plastic bag in his hand, "Stole." ”

Lin Feng glanced at it, there were test tubes, filter paper, alcohol lamps, and bottles and cans of medicines, gave a thumbs up to the wooden pigeon, and said, "I heard the news that Xu Zihou is dead." ”

"Hmm." Mu Ge also heard about it, and the two of them secretly admired Yang Ying's energy, Hua Xinrong couldn't catch Xu Zihou, and Yang Ying said that Xu Zihou would die if he died.

After talking for a while, Lin Feng sat down cross-legged and meditated, striving to improve his strength before the big battle.

The wooden pigeon unscrewed the bottles and cans, ready to prepare a little poison for Hua Xinrong. The old man gave him several potion formulas, some of which were highly poisonous and caused people to fall into a coma, and the wooden pigeon used to like to use them, but then his strength grew and he used them less.

In the middle of the night, the wooden pigeon opened its eyes, shook its head, and its strength became more and more sluggish. At this moment, his ears moved slightly, quietly stood up, slid to the balcony window, and lifted the corner of the curtain.

Three figures approached in the dark, one was extremely nimble, climbing the water pipe to rise, moving quickly and lightly, and the other two went around to the third floor in front.

The wooden pigeon glanced at Lin Feng, who was meditating on the back wall, his figure flickered, the curtains were slightly raised, and the others were nowhere to be seen.

A man climbed along the water pipe to the fifth floor, with his arms propped up and his feet flicked, and stepped out of the half-moon-shaped balcony of a family.

Suddenly, a hand reached out in the darkness and pressed his mouth and nose with great precision, the man's eyes suddenly widened, and then his neck shook violently, and he heard a "click" in his ears, and his whole body lost strength.

The wooden pigeon stepped out of the shadow of the concave corner of the balcony, rested the man on the railing, and muttered, "Hua Xinrong is so fast. ”

Xiao Yi came to the door, his companion listened attentively, picked the door lock, pushed it gently, and suddenly felt a cold light flashing in front of him, and was about to retreat, but his hand was caught.

Xiao Yi's heart sank, and when he saw a bloody arrow suddenly rushing out of his companion's throat, he was about to retreat immediately.

"Don't move!"

The wooden pigeon was faster than Xiao Yi imagined, and his figure appeared outside the door in a flash, grabbing the dagger in his left hand, under his right hand, holding a gun in his right hand, and the dagger was dripping blood.

Xiao Yi raised his hands high, his smile remained unchanged, but his heart was a little cold, "I'll deliver the letter......"

The wooden pigeon stared at him, and the scar on his chest seemed to itch, "Say! ”

"For three days, the boss said that he would tear up the ticket if he couldn't get something."

The wooden pigeon's eyes narrowed, and he clenched his pistol.

Xiao Yi immediately sensed the killing opportunity, and hurriedly said: "If you kill our people, those two young ladies will inevitably receive a few slaps." ”

Mu Ge was secretly shocked, this guy was very sensitive, but he said coldly: "A few slaps for your life, it's worth it." ”

"I'm different from them." Xiao Yi stared at the wooden pigeon.

Although the two are good, they are still some distance away from the silver medal killers.

Mu Ge thought for a moment and scolded: "Get out! ”

Xiao Yi immediately retreated silently into the darkness, ignoring the corpses of his companions.

The wooden pigeon played with the pistol, and when he just held the pistol, the energy was naturally raised, and it actually had a sense of being connected with the pistol, which was particularly peculiar, as if the flow rate of the qi was slowing down, the dissipation speed was also slowing down, and the permeability was improved.

He was pleasantly surprised by the energy he seeped into the gun and pushed it along the mechanics to the point where he could faintly touch the bullet in the chamber.

At this time, Lin Feng woke up, the two discussed, and left at night.

On the top floor of a building, Yang Ying looks down on the long street, with busy traffic and dazzling lights.

"What do you think? You didn't even notice when I got so close. ”

Yang Ying was stunned, turned her head, stuck out her tongue and said, "Fifth brother, you are strong." ”

Yang Lang shook his head and chuckled, looking like he couldn't do anything about you.

Yang Ying suddenly said: "Fifth brother, shall we go and kill Hua Xinrong?" ”

"Not good." Yang Lang shook his head, "We don't kill people casually. ”

Yang Ying pouted, "Those two guys saved me......"

"You've already paid it back." Yang Lang's voice sank slightly.

"Okay." Yang Ying no longer argued, she knew that although her brother loved herself, the family principles could not be broken.

Touching Yang Ying's head, Yang Lang smiled and said, "Let's go, I'll accompany you to practice, if you don't want to owe others, you should work harder." ”

"Hmm." Yang Ying gritted her teeth, revealing a look of perseverance. Everyone in the family knows that training with Yang Lang has made the fastest progress, but Yang Lang is not a person who casually acts as a sparring partner for others, and many people spend a lot of money and can't invite Yang Lang to come out.

It is an abandoned steel factory, with a large area and a mess of large and small equipment. In recent years, the global economic level has declined, and many companies have gone bankrupt.

The wooden pigeon stood in the middle of the factory, aiming at a large iron ball 50 meters away. The iron ball is nearly one meter in diameter, and the part that comes into contact with the ground is surrounded by two thick iron chains, which hold it in place slightly.

"Bang", the wooden pigeon pulled the trigger, the iron ball trembled violently, the spark flashed, and the iron chain bell rang.

Lin Feng took a closer look and exclaimed, "So powerful? ”

The bullet hit the iron ball ten centimeters, and the green smoke curled. This iron ball is denser than ordinary steel, and Lin Feng fired a shot on it leaving only a shallow white mark.

The wooden pigeon smiled reluctantly, and the shot almost drained his strength. He extends his energy into the body of the gun and attaches it to the bullet, which acts as both power and attack power, making it more powerful.

Lin Feng's eyes lit up, "I don't believe that Hua Xinrong can even block such a bullet!" ”

The wooden pigeon didn't believe it either. Affected by the pulse interception method, his energy became condensed, but it dissipated a little slower when it attached to the object, and it was estimated that one-third of the energy on the bullet could be left from the time the shot was fired to the time it hit.

Mu Ge thought: but also to improve the utilization rate, improve the speed of cohesion.