Taxis slow down along the lane.

After turning around quickly, Lin Sheng also saw the scene of the accident in the car.

A large truck full of steel pipes crashed into a black car.

The entire front half of the car was flattened. There was a faint oozing of blood in the cab.

"It doesn't look like it's going to survive. The taxi driver sighed. "The truck driver is not there, he must have escaped. The police don't know if they can catch it, this world.... Alas. ”

"How is this kind of thing?" Lin Sheng could tell from his master's tone that something was wrong.

"Quite a lot. The master put the steering wheel and replied, "The political situation is unstable, and it is not easy to manage the security at all in ports and borders like ours." There are too many foreigners, and Celine is under a lot of pressure..."

"Stressful?" Lin Sheng wondered.

"It's the matter of the Red Mine, Celine and Redion have been pulling the skin for so long, and the contradiction is becoming more and more intensified.

In our port cities, I've heard that Redion's spies often infiltrate us, and we have to catch a few of them every once in a while. ”

The driver explained in a low voice.

Lin Sheng fell silent.

This is peace without the chain of nuclear bombs, which sparked a dispute between the two countries just because of a large and rare mineral deposit.

The reason why Celine has not been able to improve the technology and economy is that now it is becoming more and more unstable in China.

A large part of the reason is also because the national strength is not strong and the domestic resources are abundant, which has led to other powerful countries always eyeing its mineral deposits and infiltrating and suppressing them.

Along the way, the driver master is a chatter, worried about the country and the people, up to current affairs and politics, down to the trivial things around, he can blow a spit.

After a while, the park arrived.

Lin Sheng paid the money and got out of the car, and walked into the sparsely populated Rainbow Park with ease.

He's been practicing swords here for a long time, and he's already found a fixed spot.

He didn't bring a real sword with him this time, mainly to practice meditation.

Along the gravel road, he turned left and right, and soon reached the depths of the park.

Then follow the path between the flower beds, winding and turning, until you reach one of the most deserted clearings.

The neat lawn in the clearing has been trampled low, and one side is next to the Huancheng River. Good air circulation.

Most appropriately, there is also a simple pavilion on the side where people can sit and rest.

Lin Sheng exercises in the open space on weekdays, and when he is tired, he goes to the small pavilion to sit down and rest.

This trip was no exception. He first put his schoolbag on the stone bench in the pavilion, and then did a little warm-up exercise.

Soon, he was standing still, closing his eyes and meditating on the Gray Seal rune.

The weather was cool, lukewarm, and he stood in the open space in his school uniform, which attracted the attention of the occasional passer-by.

But Lin Sheng didn't care.

He cared about what the Grey Seal Runes were for.

After a while, the meditation completes a circle.

He slowly opened his eyes, and with a hint of tiredness, walked to the pavilion and sat down to rest.

"It's been a few days since I got the Grey Seal Rune. Don't you feel any noticeable effect?"

He was puzzled.

He had always attached great importance to this Gray Seal Rune, and he spent a lot of time meditating every day.

"It's a pity that the Book of Inheritance doesn't record what this gray seal does. It only talks about miscellaneous materials such as learning conditions. ”

"But after thinking about it carefully, after meditating for the past few days, I feel that the amount of training before seems to have become lighter. Am I starting to get used to it, or is it the gray print that is getting the effect?"

He frowned slightly, a little unsure.

Without precise instrumental measurements, he couldn't calculate the subtle changes.

"According to the standards of Black Feather City, I should already be considered a standard first-level warrior by now. If I am a second-level warrior, my physical fitness will definitely not be up to it. ”

He knew very well that although he had killed the rotten swordsman of the elite second-level warrior in his dream before.

But in reality he was just tricks. Whether it is physical fitness or skill, he is far inferior.

After thinking for a while, he was almost rested, his hands were on the side, and he was ready to get up and continue meditating.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he pressed his hand on the stone bench beside him, a slight stinging pain suddenly came from his palm.

"Huh?"

Lin Sheng quickly retracted his hand and glanced at the stone bench.

There's a pushpin on the stone bench!

The pin was silver, with the tip of the needle pointing upwards, and there was some rust on the top, and I don't know how long it had been here.

Lin Sheng saw that there was rust, and quickly raised his hand to look at his palm.

To his surprise, he had just felt like he had been stabbed. But now, there is no trace on the palm of the hand?

"What's going on?" Lin Sheng was stunned and carefully examined his palm.

Making sure there were no injuries, his eyes immediately fell on the pin.

"Could it be difficult?" he suddenly thought of a key point.

Without hesitation, he clenched his fists and punched at the wooden pillars of the pavilion.

Boom.

The pillars did not move.

He fists too.... It doesn't hurt at all....

"It felt like wearing a thick layer of leather gloves. Lin Sheng touched the surface of his fist with some amazement.

Only now did he suddenly realize that his skin seemed to suddenly become tougher and harder to be scratched.

Overjoyed, he got up and walked out of the pavilion and punched the rough tree.

Boom!!

The tree shook, dropping a few leaves.

Lin Sheng stood in place, withdrew his fist and looked at it, his fist was not red at all!

"What a strong defense...."

He could feel the impact bouncing off the skin of his fist the moment it hit the bark.

But as a result, his fist did not hurt, and there was a shallow mark on the bark, which was a lot of dead bark on the surface that had been knocked off by a punch.

"Try this again!" Lin Sheng picked up a stone from the ground, turned it to the sharp edges, and then smashed it hard against the back of his hand.

Boom.

The tip of the stone is broken.

Lin Sheng raised the back of his hand, there was no pain, as if even the bones were protected by something.

There was an extra white spot on the back of the hand left by stone ash.

"This defense... It's unimaginable!I've only been meditating for a few days, and I've been..."

Lin Sheng's heart was shocked.

He now somewhat understood what he meant by sanctuary.

In the excitement, he was not in the mood to continue exercising, packed his things, put on his school bag, he quickly left the open space, and bought a knife at the store near the park.

Soon back in the clearing.

He pulled out his knife with a swoop.

The knife is a palm-length knife for peeling fruit. Only one knuckle width.

Lin Sheng clenched the handle of the knife, pointed it at his palm, and stabbed it lightly.

It doesn't hurt or itch, and the skin doesn't react at all.

Then, he began to add force and stabbed again.

Slightly itchy.

He used almost seventy or eighty percent of his strength to exert more force.

The tip of the knife slammed into the palm of his hand.

This time, Lin Sheng felt a tingling pain.

He picked up the knife and saw an extremely small infusion in the palm of his hand, oozing blood.

"This works awesome!"

Lin Sheng's heart was shocked.

This is a knife, seventy or eighty percent of his strength, if he is replaced by an ordinary person, a knife will stab, and the palm of his hand may be pierced by a small half.

You must know that after all, he has exercised all this time, and he wields a five-pound metal sword every day, and it is strange that his strength does not increase.