"What happened last night, what happened?" Grant got up and patted his clothes a few times, and said to Lin He, who walked by.

"It's nothing, it's just a lesson for a few things that don't open your eyes." Lin He said nonchalantly, holding a handkerchief in his hand and gently wiping his Tang knife.

Grant sat on the haystack, looked at the two imps who were still resting in their sleep, with a few smiles on his face, looked in the direction of Lin He, and found that he was already holding his knife over there and began to practice swinging the knife.

Grant has always had a question, he can regard Lin He's special ability as a gifted ability.

But where did the things in his hand come from, how could so many things be stuffed with thin clothes and simple pockets.

Is it also talented, he doesn't understand it at all, every time he sees Lin He, he is a kind of surprise, is what he sees with his eyes magic.

He was surprised enough to resurrect dinosaurs and put them alive in front of people, but there was a scientific basis for these genetic things, not something out of nothing.

He is a Scientology, and does not advocate the theory of gods and ghosts, believing that everything in this world can be dug into its price through scientific purposes.

But is the ability to create something out of nothing to study the folding of space-time, although this theory is already being studied.

Shaking his head, he couldn't figure out that he wouldn't go to drill into it, but occasionally these pictures would suddenly appear in his head, making him itch and helpless, and eventually linger in his head.

Lin He was sweating, and when the first rays of the morning sun shone down, he had already begun to practice swinging his sword.

People don't have the power to control it freely, the scale of every knife, every angle point, every swing of the knife, these are the key points.

If the power is not pure, the swing of the knife will only consume more physical strength, the power will only be more dispersed, and the muscles, bones, wrists and other important places may be damaged.

In battle, one second can decide life and death, not to mention that if you interrupt the rhythm of your attack, in that case, you will not only eat yourself, but also have fatal flaws in the battle, deciding life and death.

Make good use of every moment and master the skill of swinging the sword, so that you can not only master a solid foundation, but also slowly accumulate experience and improve yourself in future battles.

If one day, he can get a book about swordsmanship, and combine it with the way he has exercised it, and build his own swordsmanship, that is his wish.

It's hard to find!

What's more, it's a knife technique that suits you!

Now he is still too weak, although his telekinesis has been developed by him into a stronger and more stable operation branch, but its characteristics, rapid physical exertion, can drain his physical strength with only one or two attacks.

If you are under siege, you are weak, and if you are exhausted, you will wait for death.

Even though his current physical fitness is more than four times that of an ordinary person, the enemies he encounters in the future will only be stronger, and he will either continue to improve or die on the way.

Boxing, knife skills, and telekinesis all need to be exercised, and with the improvement of physical fitness, the attack power and long-lasting application will only get stronger and stronger, and he is constantly improving, but the more he progresses, the more he will always feel that he is too weak.

The current bonus plot world has gone beyond the original plot setting, and dinosaurs with terrifying attack power and terrifying defense have appeared, and the instinctive tyranny and ferocity of these creatures have greatly exceeded his expectations.

According to his understanding of the original plot, this kind of ancient creature that can be knocked down with a single shot should not be able to resist his telekinesis attack, but look at the present, telekinesis has been rated as the bottom and the existence between the hole cards.

Sometimes it can only be used as a tool to disrupt the enemy's vision and help them escape, and the damage of the attack is simply negligible.

Or use it as a hole card to compress the air to create a strong pressure to attack the enemy.

Or use telekinesis to manipulate the body's blood and muscles to vibrate rapidly to generate pressure and strengthen physical and external defenses.

But this is just a practice of killing a thousand enemies and causing eight hundred self-damage, and the final result is to cause permanent trauma, and if there is no medicine, the whole life will be ruined.

Now the defensive power of the telekinesis is already difficult to resist their terrifying bite force, fortunately his own physical defense and recovery are also improving, and after the combination of the physical and telekinesis, a considerable part of the attack, he can withstand it.

Dexterity is the only thing that makes him worthy of praise, being able to thrive in this terrifying jungle, at least without worrying about obstacles.

He actually prefers to solve it with his fists, and the feeling of punching to the flesh really fascinates him.

And this kind of power that is completely in his own hands is a guarantee for his safety, and no one can guarantee it, if the Tang knife is broken one day, and in the face of a strong enemy, what should he do.

Don't say that everything can be a sword.

This concept is still far from him, and it is a question whether he will be able to see it even in his lifetime.

Just a bonus story world can be terrifying like this, so what if you go to that kind of high-martial world, full of abilities, what should you do?

He didn't like the feeling of being a man with his tail between his legs, and even though he had only experienced two worlds now, his mind had gradually become different.

Either live by all means, or die dignified.

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is waiting for death and dying in despair.

Swinging the knife, he has lost the so-called skill, just slashing straight forward, what he is looking for is feeling, a feeling under the swing of the knife, so as to feel the best point of focus and force in it.

Mental power wrapped the blade of Tang Dao, and every swing and slash was a kind of feedback and adjustment, and all the muscles in the body were working evenly on their own.

When this muscle collapses and when that stretch is slowly familiar, the knife is slower and slower, and the hands holding the knife are getting tighter and tighter.

His eyes were focused, his body trembled slightly, and at this moment he was happy in his heart, knowing that he had found that feeling, a feeling of sudden control of the rhythm when swinging the knife.

The moment the knife goes down, you can clearly show in your mind which part of the knife hurts the most, which is often an intuition, of course, it is more likely to be an illusion.

But Lin He believes in it, because at this moment it is no longer a Tang knife, but a partner, and maybe one day it will be replaced or even cut off.

But at this moment, it is still there, and the clenched hands can clearly feel a belief coming from the knife, it has no life, but it has the belief that it always adheres to.

Then destroy, its appearance, if not to destroy, then the collection is an insult to it.

Gently stroking its smooth white blade, it was cold and full of texture, and no one would ignore its sharpness that flashed on the blade.

Slowly looking for that feeling, the long knife clenched, and a wave of faith arose.

Slash slash!

In the absence of knife skills, abandon the so-called skills, and perfect it with the fastest speed, the most accurate knife, and the most weird and tricky angle.

The two children had already woken up, looking at Lin He, who was standing there motionless with sleepy-eyed eyes, and did not dare to ask or speak.

Grant's expression was focused, although he didn't know what Lin He was doing, but the momentum that suddenly rose from him suddenly oppressed, making his heart feel sullen.

Is this Chinese kung fu?

He asked himself this more than once, looking at Lin He, who kept swinging his knife and closing his knife, standing upright and tentacling, Grant shook his head, and he saw a little shadow of a ascetic monk from Lin He.

He could only shake his head, not paying attention to the situation on Lin He's side, and distributed the food to the two children, and then he lay on the haystack in a daze.

"Whew!"

The knife was still the same knife, but the feeling of holding the knife was different at this time, and he remembered the reward that burst from the dinosaur, and he still remembered the mood at that time.

Excitement or excitement?

Maybe it's fate, there is always a reward for what you give, maybe that's why it's called the world of rewards, even if it always smells of death.

The overall difficulty of the story world has been raised to the point of gnashing your teeth, but the generous rewards are still so attractive, such as the Tang knife and the magic potion that can repair the body and spirit.

These all fascinated him, and in terms of the tasks released by the system, it is not a life of nine deaths, his own way is broken out by himself, he can lie down to play, he can sleep on his stomach, and the system will not ask Lin He to do anything, these need to be conscious.

In this world, it is rainy, humid, and all kinds of fungi grow so much that even a small injury can easily become infected, and now it is a land of lawlessness, medicine is scarce, and food is scarce.

Communication is a kind of stylistic, the entire dinosaur island is wrapped in a layer of magnetic field, the radar can't scan, the satellite can't see, the phone has no signal, only those places that have been processed, there is signal communication.

Now, if there are good deeds, you can even write a story called: Humans and Dinosaurs have to tell a story!

Of course, this is just the stuff of boring people.

What was taken out of the box was a bamboo tube-shaped object, no marking, no graphics and texts, the smooth surface was smooth and crisp, and a small fine line was found from the upper end of the bamboo tube, which he gently unscrewed, and a roll of paper fell inside.

He took it out and spread it out, and what appeared in front of him was a yellow scroll full of various mysterious runes, which was densely painted with various patterns he didn't recognize, and his head would feel dizzy if he looked at it for a while.

"Ding"

"Discover the basic knife class proficient in improving the scroll, whether to learn."

Lin He's eyes lit up, this was simply a pillow given by someone who was sleepy, and he studied by default in his heart, and the yellow paper scroll turned into a ray of light and disappeared into his forehead.

At this moment, his mind flashed densely with images of him swinging the knife, the feeling of swinging the knife, the angle of swinging the knife, and the coordination between the muscles and wrists required when swinging the knife.

He seemed to swing the knife tens of thousands of times, integrating the sensation and breath of the knife into his body, and every breath was looking for the rhythm of the knife.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, cold and heat are not taboo.

Swing the knife a thousand times!

Swing the knife 10,000 times!

Swing the knife for a year!

Two years!

These memories of wielding the knife penetrated into his memory, sublimating his understanding of the knife, which was to improve his proficiency on the basis of his own potential.

Every time he swings the knife, it is as if he himself is constantly honing, constantly feeling, and accumulating experience.

The knife was no longer an ordinary weapon, but his companion, an extension of his body.

The effect of this scroll is a one-off, it is not a knife technique, it is not a knife book, it is just to improve proficiency and improve the understanding of the essence of the knife.

If you want to talk about value, it is completely more important than the sword and the like.

Lin He stopped training, his clothes were already soaked with sweat, raised his head to look at the three people sitting on the haystack, and smiled at them and said, "It's almost here, we should go." ”