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Lin Feng smiled slightly, and hurriedly added a large pile of firewood to the kiln to burn it, but he was wondering in his heart, what was the thing he saw just now? If it's a dream, it's too real, right?

Then he sounded the words that echoed in the dreamlike scene throughout the heaven and earth, the world's martial arts, only fast and unbreakable, only accurate and unbreakable, fast, accurate, ruthless, is the real core of the flying immortals outside the sky!

Fast, accurate, ruthless!

He thought back to that sword, the sword light that tore through the heavens and the earth, so fast that it was almost impossible to find a trace, the precision and ruthlessness of the dragon's sword head countless miles away, those scenes, over and over again in his mind, he involuntarily straightened out his arm, all the energy in his body was involuntarily converging towards the short stick that was used as a sword in his hand, and then, a sword stabbed out!

There was a loud roar, as if the air was instantly severed.

With a snort, the short stick pierced into the hard loess cave wall of the slave cave like chopsticks poking tofu half a foot deep, and the huge force that erupted in an instant made the wooden stick unbearable at all, and it broke from it in an instant!

After the sword was stabbed, Lin Feng felt that his whole body was out of force, as if he had been drained, and he sat directly on the ground with his legs weak, looking at the broken wooden stick.

He couldn't believe what he saw, was this sword really stabbed by himself?

Anyway, he was sure that a few days ago, when he and Lin Shuang and Lin Lei used a stone spear to dig the mouth of the kiln together, they couldn't poke the stone spear into it with all their might, but now, this wooden stick without a tip actually stabbed into half a foot, and it was extremely easy!

If it weren't for the fact that the stick couldn't withstand the huge force and broke apart, he had no doubt that it would be able to go straight to the handle!

Lin Feng kept thinking back to the feeling he had just felt when he stabbed the stick, wanting to engrave that feeling deeply in his mind, and wanted to get up and try again, but found that he was so out of strength that he couldn't do it at all.

Then, as if he remembered something, he hurriedly flipped back to the records in his mind, and he wondered if he had triggered some special hidden task of the system to cause this situation.

Legend has it that less than a day after a lucky guy entered the game, he entered a hidden quest and entered a mysterious place to kill a dying dragon, and the dragon core directly made him a multimillionaire.

Lin Feng was wondering if he had also triggered the mysterious hidden task, so that the Sword Flying Immortal Sword Technique, which seemed impossible to practice, would have a chance to be practiced.

However, in the game records, he didn't see anything, even if the hidden mission was triggered, there should be a record reminder!

However, when he reached the proficiency level of the first sword flying immortal first-level wind riding style, his eyes suddenly widened, if it weren't for all the game materials that automatically came to mind, he would have thought that he had read it wrong-skill proficiency had actually skyrocketed to more than 11,000!

Before using the sword just now, his proficiency in riding the wind was only more than a hundred, which he was very sure of, that is to say, that sword was 10,000 skill proficiency!

Thinking of that dreamlike scene, the heroic posture of the god-like figure slaying the dragon with a sword, and then thinking about his 10,000 proficiency with one sword, if he could practice a sword flying immortal that was impossible to practice in the legend, Lin Feng laughed silently, and said in his heart that although he didn't know what was wrong with the swordsmanship of this sword flying immortal, he finally saw his awesome future beckoning to him.

What he didn't know was that at this time, the alarm bell at the headquarters of Wanxiu Company rang loudly again, and many guards were in front of the high-strength alloy glass window of the cell, looking at the sleeping man in the game cabin, and they saw that the man's face that had remained unchanged for hundreds of years like an iceberg for hundreds of years, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, like, laughing!

"Supervisor ......"

A clerk trotted over, panting, with a look of panic on his face, and said, "I checked all the data connected to Mr. Gu, and I can't find anything wrong at all......

"Damn it!"

The man known as the supervisor gritted his teeth and his face was gloomy and terrifying.

"What is the origin of this Mr. Gu? Listening to the records of the old employees many years ago, it seems that when the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Repairs game was launched, he was already ......there," the staff asked in a low voice, obviously they didn't know the identity of the man in the game warehouse.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, you just need to know that he is very, very important!"

Director Tie said with a blushing face: "Also, carefully sift through any signal sent from his brain waves, even the slightest one can't miss it, I'm sure this old immortal must be playing tricks, if something goes wrong with the game, we all have to finish it, understand?" ”

"Got it!"

Many staff members were taken aback by his solemn tone, and hurriedly took the computer to analyze it immediately, but what they didn't know was that no matter how they checked, it was in vain.

The wind was whistling outside the cave, and the snow had accumulated no longer knowing how thick it was.

When a faint light shone through the smoke vent above the cave, the sky was bright.

Lin Feng had already sobered up his mind from the ecstasy of the soaring 10,000 Sword Flying Immortal proficiency, and after his physical strength recovered slightly, he also tried a few more times, but he was never able to enter that mysterious state, so he stopped.

However, he was not frustrated at all, because he had firmly remembered that feeling, and he knew that as long as he continued to practice the One Sword Flying Immortal, he would definitely have a lot of opportunities to enter that state, and at that time, it would no longer be impossible to cultivate this legendary god-level basic sword technique that no one had ever been able to practice.

Now he is concerned about how to make the real clay pots, which is related to whether he and his children can survive the remaining two months.

The two clay pots that were not completely fired last night, after boiling water a few times, have fallen a large circle of mud, and several places are already beginning to leak, and they are completely unusable.

The firing time is not enough to solve, and the difficult thing is that the temperature can not be raised, which makes Lin Feng very troubled.

He knew how to make a bellows to blow wind into the kiln to increase the firepower, but he knew better that he couldn't make a bellows without metal tools such as saws and axes, and he also knew that firing with high-quality coking coal could reach very high temperatures, but he was sure that there was absolutely no coking coal within the hunting range of the Trojan Horse Clan, and even if there were, he couldn't mine it.

So he could only choose the most primitive method, found a slightly thinner bamboo tube from the firewood pile, opened the bamboo joints, and then puffed out his cheeks and blew the wind into the kiln.

But it turned out that the difference between human and mechanical power was simply incomparable, and he felt that his cheeks were about to crack, and it had little effect.

"Brother Feng, what are you doing?"

Yuanyuan finished pulling her stomach, came over with messy hair, and asked in a sweet voice.

Lin Feng rubbed his sore cheeks and said bitterly: "I want to make the fire in the kiln bigger, but I can't do it......"

As soon as the words fell, the fire in the kiln mouth began to burn violently as if someone had poured a scoop of boiling oil!