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Wilderness, Yanhui Mountain, Lin Family Restaurant.

Shen Feng and Lin Chou stood opposite each other, only to see him hit each other with both palms, and the whole person opened like a simple big bow, his left leg reached forward and his right leg was slightly bent, and he put on a textbook-like starting pose.

You should cook well with the cold ice cube, but it deeply stabbed Lin Chou's fragile little heart.

Yes, that's that sensitive.

Why is it good to cook? Lao Tzu is not good...

Ahh

Dude is also very powerful, right? Giant pythons dozens of meters long can be shot into scum at will!

So Shen Feng, a martial artist who had just recovered from a serious injury, had to ask for kung fu - a martial artist, obviously people were following the technical stream.

Lin Chou, a half-hung awakener, has no fart skills except for a bunch of menus, and he is a 10,000-year-old one-order.

Lin Chou pondered, with his situation, it seemed that he could work on the martial artist.

Shen Feng almost died of anger when he heard what Lin Chou was going to do, you said that you are a high-ranking awakened person who wants to learn kung fu? It's not, what is it?

Unable to withstand Lin Chou's soft grinding and hard bubbles plus the fragrance of three-color snake wine, Shen Feng succumbed.

Shen Feng secretly thought, damn the warriors are poor, the poor are about to sell their pants, Lao Tzu wants to be an awakened person like you, and he is guilty of selling meat for a few jars of three-color snake wine... Dignity??

"See what?"

"Huh??"

It just depends on what you put on a stylish pose, what else?

Shen Feng said funny,

"No wonder you're still a first-order, do you understand what force is? Do you know how much power you really have? ”

Lin Chou shook his head and nodded, and asked the slotting system in a second,

"I don't know what the force is, but I have 12,600 kilograms of strength."

Shen Feng's eyes bulged out angrily,

"You, what did you say??"

Lin Chou shrugged, "Twelve thousand six hundred kilograms." ”

"I didn't ask you how many kilograms ... I asked you how exactly how many kilograms of strength you have? ”

Lin Chou can't say that he has an attribute table, right?

This thing can't be explained even if it rests on the awakened and mutants!

Shen Feng frowned, "You wait..."

Then I went to the car and took out a heavy metal disc, and slapped it on the hemlock, and the metal disc firmly attached to the tree.

"This is a fist meter, use all your strength, hit it."

"Left Fist"

"Bang"

“12599”

"Again."

“12599”

"Right Fist"

"Bang"

“12601”

"Come again!"

“12601”

Shen Feng was stunned, and carefully checked the fist strength meter twice, "No problem??" ”

"What's wrong, Brother Shen?"

Shen Feng scratched his head, "We martial artists, from the first order to the fifth order, in addition to the necessary moves and weapons, have been learning how to control the power all our lives, master the power, and be able to send and receive from the heart, and retract and release freely, that is, to enter the hall." But you're... I can't even control it so precisely... You are simply a freak, the error of your fist power is zero, and this TM fifth-order martial artist can't do it! What else do you want me to teach you? ”

Lin Chou smiled awkwardly, "That, what a move!" Roar, hey, eighteen palms of the dragon, little Wuxianggong, Tianshan folding plum hands..."

Shen Feng spit out a mouthful of old blood,

"That's all the whimsy of the ancients before the cataclysm, if you really have that ability, the warrior would have blasted the earth a long time ago, and what kind of cataclysm do you need. However, Brother Lin, a young man of your age actually likes to watch old movies before the cataclysm played in the alley? ”

"That's not it, Brother Shen, let me tell you, when I was a child, I wanted to be a thief who fought for righteousness and held the sword in the world... I was almost smashed into a fool by my dad's ham..."

Well, movies can only tell you what the story is, but reality will tell you what pain is.

The corners of Shen Feng's mouth twitched, "That, what has your talent awakened?" … Uh, you didn't ask me, what attack skills do you have? It's a move! ”

Lin Chou was really embarrassed to say the appalling name of "Living Corpse Rolling Pin Forty-Nine Style", so he directly picked up the shovel and played it again.

When the sun and moon are really dark, the sky is dark, the sand is flying,

"Brother Shen, what's the matter?"

The ground was covered with pears and countless messy and bare soil layers, like ugly scars, and the branches and leaves of Naxiang red beans were scattered all over the ground, which was very miserable.

Pushing the fallen chin with his hand, throwing away the slimy half of the fragrant red bean fruit on his face by the way, and shaking off two catties of dirt from his clothes, Shen Feng's face muscles twitched, his eyes were frightened and desperate, and he turned around and left without saying a word.

"Hey! Ay! Brother Shen, why are you going?? ”

"Go home... Drink a cup of hot tea and crush the shock! ”

"I have three-color snake wine here, I'm in for a treat!"

Ay? Got a drink?

"Well, let me tell you, Lin'er, the martial artists in the world can't be judged by rank, but there are roughly three kinds."

"Oooh!"

Lin Chou looked at Shen Feng sincerely.

Shen Feng coughed, walked to the gazebo and sat on a chair, and gave a floating look, "Pour wine!" ”

"Oh oh oh!"

"A third-rate martial artist, like your Brother Shen, will enter the hall."

"Third-rate? Which third-rate? ”

Shen Feng thought for a moment and said unfathomably,

"Blood, sweat, tears."

Lin Chou gave a thumbs up, "Awesome my brother!" ”

"A second-rate martial artist, with a small achievement, shedding blood and tears."

"Don't sweat anymore? Why? ”

"Practicing qi and refining essence, the origin is integrated, what kind of sweat do you sweat?"

"First-class martial artist, Great Perfection realm."

"Which one is the best? I guess it's just tears? The boy has tears and doesn't flick, but he hasn't reached the sad place! ”

"Bullshit," Shen Feng's eyes were full of fascination, "It's cheating!" Everything in front of you, what awakened mutants, alien beasts, living corpses, and demon plants, are all local chickens and dogs, which can be turned into ashes at will, and can catch turtles in the five oceans in the nine days of the moon, turn over the hands for the clouds and cover the hands for the rain, and the mind moves, the sword flies, and the head of the person is thousands of miles away! ”

Lin Chou was almost killed by thunder, "That, Brother Shen, the base city is still showing the film of Shushan??" ”

“…”

Lin Chou smiled and asked, "Brother Shen, you said that I belong to a few first-rate martial artists, how did I use the shovel method just now?" ”

Shen Feng thought for a while, "You, first-class shoveling skills!" ”

"One, first-class?"

Haha, that means the buddy is a first-class master?!

It's a bit abrupt though...

But I should have come a few more times!

Shen Feng pursed his lips and looked at Boss Xiaolin who was in a fantasy,

"Yes, first-class shovel method, abbreviation, flow shovel!"

Nima, O Nima!

"Haha, Brother Lin, you have a lot of power, but you don't know how to use it, you can only be classified as invisible... I can't teach you anything, you better be an awakened person honestly. ”

“…”

Shen Feng went back to the car and rested, leaving the disc hanging on the tree for Lin Chou to practice boxing.

It is said that this thing is extremely strong, commonly known as the warrior's gas bag, and it is not bad to beat it casually.

Well, Daxia Lin's dream is shattered, and he should always need something to vent to.

Lin Chou sighed, a little sad,

"There's a stream if you don't go into the stream, hey."

As the sky got dark, Lin Chou climbed the tree of his homeland, and when he was halfway up, the fragrant red beans in the yard began to glow daily, forming a sea of fluorescent.

When Lin Chou had just practiced the forty-nine forms of rolling pins for living corpses, he smashed a lot of Naxiang red beans, exposing patches of black soil, and under the background of the surrounding fluorescence, a huge, black "rolling" character was formed, and as the Naxiang red beans grew, they were quickly submerged by the green sea and disappeared.

Hey, the shovel that doesn't go into the stream, who knows.

(Thank you for the book friends who can't afford the nickname 1000 starting coins, the millennium old devil who can't choose the name 1000 starting coins, the Hongmeng Avenue Ancestor 100 starting coins, and the garbled brother 100 starting coins for rewarding, thank you very much.) ）