Lin Yun swung his legs and hurriedly ran after him.

"Wait, sir!" Finally, the middle-aged man stopped him just as he was about to get into the car.

"Fuck off, I'm busy. The middle-aged man looked anxious and wanted to get into the car.

Seeing this, Lin Yun couldn't bear it, snatched the middle-aged man's package, and directly spread it out, ready to take out the jasper pen holder and play with it for a while before returning it, thinking that he would not blame him.

"Put it down!" Lin Yun had just opened the box of the jasper pen holder when a cold voice came.

Lin Yun was full of anger and blood, and he couldn't let go even if he cut himself with a knife.

Soon, however, he retracted the hand that had just touched the jasper pen holder, reluctantly placed it on the ground, and raised his hand high.

Because he already had a black pistol on his head, even if his breathing method had reached a small level, he would not be able to resist the gun.

"Hmph, you're in luck. The middle-aged man saw the security guard patrolling in the distance, grabbed something on the ground, pointed the gun at Lin Yun, and quickly got into the black car.

Watching the car slowly move away, a gust of wind blew, and Lin Yun found that his head was already full of cold sweat.

"It seems that he should not be so impulsive in the future, fortunately, the patrol here is much faster, so he does not dare to shoot. Lin Yun watched the black car disappear with some regret, and his heart became even more eager for the growth of martial arts cultivation.

If he had the strength of the pavilion master at this time, how could he be afraid of any pistol?

Lin Yun didn't give up and went back to the antique shop to walk around again, but he still didn't find any new attribute points.

At this time, Lin Yun had no choice but to take the car back, after all, it was not early, and he might be able to catch dinner when he went back now.

When he arrived at home, Lin Yun found that his father and sister had finished eating, so he didn't care, and took the meal to eat by himself.

"Nowadays, it is not cost-effective to use attribute points to improve skills, after all, black soil boxing is also a boxing method, after the basic boxing method is completed, the cultivation of black soil boxing is also much simpler, and it doesn't take long to reach Xiaocheng. ”

"Fist techniques can be improved through mastery, unless it is a skill other than fist technique, such as swordsmanship, it is still saved for a rainy day.

This improvement can be regarded as maximizing the use of attribute points.

The best thing is to use it in cultivation, there is no shortcut, and it can only be used in the breathing method of time piles to be the most cost-effective. ”

Lin Yun glanced at the ghost drawing talisman under his eyes, and found that his physique was still 0.51, but his attribute had reached 1.2, which was obviously obtained at the moment he had just touched it, which couldn't help but make him feel a little sorry in his heart.

"Practicing the breathing method and black soil fist every day can subtly increase the physique, although it is subtle, but it adds up to a lot, and it is good to be able to master oneself more easily. ”

He looked at the skill ghost drawing.

Black Soil Boxing: Beginner, Black Soil Breathing Method: Xiaocheng, Basic Fist Method: Perfection.

"Only inner disciples can learn Black Earth Boxing, and the core can possess the breathing method. Lin Yun thought about it

"It takes at least two years for ordinary people to practice Black Clay Boxing, and after practice, their skin will become very tough, especially their arms, which can almost withstand a heavy blow of 400 catties.

However, the Black Soil Breathing Method needs to be accumulated, and it is easy for ordinary disciples to get started, if there is no adventure, it will be at least three years for the talent to reach Xiaocheng, but I have reached Xiaocheng in an instant, which is almost equivalent to the existence of accumulating a large amount of medicinal power in the body for the first time in the body to instantly achieve Xiaocheng!"

Before he was reborn, he dreamed of becoming a martial arts master, but when he was young, his mind was immature and he didn't do his best, and later he was hit by an accident, and now he has such a powerful cheat, so he naturally has a lot of interest, and he almost devotes himself to it.

According to what Zhang Muqing said at that time, the hall owner is actually only the Black Clay Fist has reached the consummation stage, and the breathing method has reached the peak of Dacheng, and there is still one step away from consummation. ”

"That's how I can catch bullets with my bare hands, and I am not afraid of gunfire and sword slashing, if I advance both to a higher stage through attribute points, my strength will definitely increase!" Thinking of this, the excitement in Lin Yun's heart could no longer be suppressed.

After all, the strength is strong, and the method of obtaining attribute points will also increase greatly, that is, find a way to find the president of the calligraphy and painting club, and forcibly borrow the jasper pen holder in his collection to make the attribute points rise sharply.

It's a pity that there are still a few weeks to take the college entrance examination, and even the aristocratic high schools have begun to be strict, and it is impossible to skip school every day.

Although Lin Yun forgot all about those books, he still understood some of the big points of the college entrance examination before he was reborn, as long as he concentrated on memorizing these big points, and then relied on some luck, not to mention the key undergraduates, the three books still have a great chance.

On the second day, Lin Yun couldn't help but skip class after just two classes.

Although the university guards had sharp eyes and high walls, they still did not stop Lin Yun, who had soared in strength, from easily climbing over the walls.

I rode a motorcycle all the way to the martial arts hall, found a place and began to practice black soil boxing.

After practicing again, I began to practice breathing, and then practiced boxing.

However, he found that even if he relied on the Consummate Basic Fist Technique, although his cultivation speed was faster than that of ordinary people, he had to be like those cores in the martial arts hall, practicing for more than five hours a day, and persisting for two to three months.

In fact, there is not much time, if you practice once or twice a day, then I don't know if you can reach a small success in the year of the monkey.

And Wang Xizhi's former residence is still waiting for him to explore, and it is said that there are many ancient things in it.

Lin Yun kept thinking and hesitating in his heart, and finally he was ruthless in his heart, and simply added the remaining little attribute to the ghost drawing talisman that marked the Black Earth Fist.

As the entrance to the Black Earth Fist slowly faded and transformed into Xiaocheng, a cool aura suddenly penetrated into the body, constantly strengthening.

Suddenly, Lin Yun only felt his body tighten, as if some strange air flow split from the inside of his body, slowly oozing out of the skin and covering the surface of the skin.

Rumble!!

All he felt was that his whole body was starting to pop.

For a while, Lin Yun only felt that his body seemed to be beating a drum and gong, and it seemed like someone was constantly hammering his body with a hammer.

Bang!

He heard his heart beating wildly, blood flowing.

Everywhere I passed, both the internal organs and the muscles were much harder.

He stood stiffly in the room, his face as red as a cooked lobster, and even a faint mist slowly rising from his head.

I don't know how long it took, there was a click.

Lin Yun slowly moved his body, and there was a crisp sound of bone joints between his bones. Immediately afterward, all the joints began to make a crunchy click, like fried beans.

Finally breaking through, Lin Yun stood in place and rested for a while before raising his right arm and taking a deep breath.

Boom!

The stake snapped, but the fist of his body felt nothing, as if it were hitting a soft pillow.