Disciplinary:

Deals true damage to the target, depending on the host's level.

Cooldown of 15 seconds, gain one punishment stack every 75 seconds, up to a maximum of two.

Upgradable. (The upgrade conditions have not been met.) ）

Fei Lin's assumption was right, just when he cultivated his first wisp of fighting energy, the rewards of the system were also directly distributed, and the rewards of the second profession, except for the summoner skill, were exactly the same as when he obtained the first profession.

But the summoner skills obtained this time are very different.

Punishment is the only one of the four summoner skills that Fei Lin now has an attack effect, and it is also the only one, which is marked as an "upgradeable" summoner skill, although the so-called upgrade condition is an unfulfilled state.

However, it is obvious that there is no time for surprise now, because he is now in a state of pain and happiness.

"I'll make it!"

If you look closely, Fei Lin's face twitched and trembled unnaturally, "Do those fighters cultivate their fighting spirit like this every day?

The feeling of cultivating Dou Qi is like being stimulated by a small electric current, as if it is coming out of the deepest part of the body, and the whole body is a feeling of sour numbness, but along with this sour numbness, there is also an obvious feeling of getting stronger, and Fei Lin can clearly feel that there is a force in his body, which is getting stronger and stronger.

"Is this vindictiveness?"

Resist the urge to scream. Fei Lin secretly thought in his heart, this feeling of becoming stronger is so comfortable.

Out of sight of the film. On the character panel of the system, behind the level of Film's fighting spirit, the original word "none" slowly disappeared, and the word "first-level" slowly emerged

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The other end of the continent of Azers. In a place that is not much far away from the kingdom of Rocky.

"Your Excellency, have you summoned me for something?"

It is a hall shrouded in darkness, and the whole hall has a strange and mutilated beauty. Even half of the dome of the hall was directly broken, and the strange thing was that even the broken dome did not shine in the slightest light. Only a few dim candlesticks flickered around the hall. And it was an extremely terrifying blue-purple firelight, shining on the only two figures in the hall, and a sense of horror with shadows and shadows spontaneously appeared.

"Dear child. ”

There was only one seat in the whole hall, and it was placed in the center of the hall, and it was a huge white stone throne, the color of which was as white as a human skeleton, or rather, it was a white bone throne, on the back of the throne. A hideous skeletal grimace had a faint glint of fire in its two eyes, and it sat on this throne. It is the "Pope" that Wang Zuoqian's figure called.

"Templar, there is something I need you to do now. ”

"Willing to give everything for the Templar!"

The figure in front of the throne knelt directly on one knee with a snort, and said fanatical words in his mouth, like a brainwashed cultist.

"Hmm. ”

The "Pope" sitting on the throne seemed to be very satisfied with this person's standard, and slowly stretched out his right hand, under the wide black robe, a bony palm was exposed to the fire light of the hall, the index finger of the palm slowly stretched out, and a black light instantly shot out from the tip of the finger, and landed squarely on the person in front of him, but there was no reaction at all, as if nothing had happened.

The one sitting on the throne was not surprised in the slightest, and slowly withdrew his palm, and the words that came out of his mouth seemed a little ethereal in the empty hall: "Go, take the Templars and the dark mages to the royal capital of the Rocky Kingdom." ”

"Bring back the news of the Holy Beast!"

"Yes!"

The kneeling man shook his body, slowly stood up, bowed respectfully to the throne, and slowly walked out of the hall facing the throne, leaving the throne and the lone figure on the throne.

"The brilliance of the Great Demon God will eventually envelop the world!"

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"What?"

Zhao Xin looked at the twinkling star eyes in front of him in surprise, a little puzzled, "Young Master, you mean, you want to follow me and learn my marksmanship?"

"Yes!"

Fei Lin nodded fiercely, that's right, he was pestering Zhao Xin to the death, and he wanted to learn his amazing marksmanship from Zhao Xin.

For so long, Filmin has become more and more aware of this world, and in this world, the style of the warfighters is more rugged, or rather, more savage.

The battle between the fighters is more inclined to open and close, and the battle is hard-hitting, except for those killers and thieves, let them go to the battle with those berserkers, that is, to find death, but in this world, skill is not so important, or rather, it is not so popular.

The high level of fighting spirit basically determines the strength of strength, relying on combat skills to win, which is extremely rare, and fighting at the next level or something, it is even more rare, and the strong seem to prefer to use strong fighting strength to settle everything.

With Zhao Xin's fighting skills, they are definitely at the top in this world, even if they are super-level powerhouses, they are not necessarily stronger than them.

This is also the reason why as soon as Fei Lin cultivated his fighting spirit, he came to entangle Zhao Xin to learn marksmanship.

"But"

Zhao Xin seemed to be a little embarrassed, "My marksmanship is indeed not suitable for you, young master, my marksmanship, that is the marksmanship of murder." ”

That's right, Zhao Xin's marksmanship, that is in the gladiatorial arena of Noxus, on the battlefield of Demacia, the result of a knife and a gun, the result of thousands of tempers, the pursuit of a shot is deadly, the effect of killing the enemy with one move, and Zhao Xin's marksmanship, the most important thing, is the momentum, is the momentum of blood and fire, the kind of ambition to be trapped, and the momentum of death and lifelessness!

In other words, even if you learn Zhao Xin's gun moves, without Zhao Xin's indomitable momentum, it will be in vain, it is better to find the simplest book to learn, maybe the effect is higher.

As for letting Fei Lin cultivate this kind of momentum, whether it is Zhao Xin or Fei Lin himself, they feel that there is no hope.

"Ahh

Filmin was a little disappointed, "Then I'm hopeless?"

In fact, there are some vindictive martial arts in any complete secret book, and "Storm Secret Classic" is naturally no exception, but those fighting spirit martial arts are more about the use of fighting spirit, and in "Storm Secret Codex", those powerful fighting spirit martial arts need deep fighting spirit cultivation as support, although Fei Lin already has a second-level fighting spirit cultivation, but if you want to drive those fighting spirit martial arts, it is still a bit of a gap.

"Actually"

Zhao Xin looked at Fei Lin's somewhat depressed face, a little unbearable, "It's not that there is no way." ”

"Huh?"

Fei Lin hurriedly looked at Zhao Xin, there was still the previous disappointment in his eyes, "Could it be that Zhao Xin, you have a martial arts and marksmanship that suits me here?"

"No, no, no, that's not it. ”

Zhao Xin hurriedly waved his hand, "I mean, although you can't learn my marksmanship, it doesn't mean that you can't learn other people's martial arts!"

"For example, the one over there!"

"Which one?"

Fei Lin followed Zhao Xin's eyes, and saw that in a sword light, a heroic figure was waving the thin sword in his hand, and his short burgundy hair was dancing, while not forgetting to shout something to a few tight-dressed maids in front of him.

It's that peerless sword queen - Fiona!

"What do you mean?"

"Fiona's sword skills??" (To be continued......)

PS: (Chapter 2, it's too late, just make it up, everyone, good night!)