Lin Feng saw that his character panel followed him and came to the real world.

Two sips of ice Coke came to suppress the shock.

He knew something was wrong with the game.

When I saw the abnormality, I felt that it was indeed the case.

Lin Feng stood in front of the mirror and complained.

But so what?

It's swordsmanship!

Swordsmanship is proficient!

And the rest of the powerful spells he saw on the high-level mage in the game.

If only he could bring it out.

He's so greedy!

Who can resist the temptation of such superhuman powers?

Not to mention that Lin Feng is usually a good dragon of Ye Gong.

The secret art of the ancestors appears in front of you.

Do you learn or not to learn for you?

Learn!

Lin Feng didn't say a word, he picked up a stick, and a set of swordsmanship was displayed in his hand like flowing water, not only that, everything that happened in the game, the black and dark road, the difficulties and obstacles he encountered on the road, the timing and means of his swordsmanship, all appeared in his mind in detail.

His consciousness in the game has also been successfully replicated in reality.

Under the camera set up next to him, this complete set of swordsmanship was engraved into the camera.

He recorded a random set of swordsmanship in his head.

After the sword dance, he imported the video from the camera into the computer.

In the camera, he is shocked, pretentious, like a dragon, like a chivalrous man, like a gentleman.

It is estimated that Li Bai, the sword immortal who fought the sword in the world in ancient times, is like this.

Lin Feng is narcissistic.

It's really handsome!

Lin Feng touched his chin, and was very satisfied with the swordsmanship that had been drawn in the lottery.

After all, whether it is strong or not is a matter of version, whether it is handsome or not, it is a matter of a lifetime!

Although he was wearing shorts and a T-shirt, when he picked up the sword, his momentum and expression were completely different from his previous self, with a sharpness that could not be underestimated.

After a set of swordsmanship, Lin Feng was out of breath, although he was holding a short stick in his hand, although his swordsmanship was amazing, but his physical fitness was different from that high-level mage, Yun Ni.

Based on physical fitness, let alone being proficient in Lin Feng's swordsmanship, even if a sword immortal descends into the world, without a good body, it can't support much time in swordsmanship fighting.

Because swordsmanship fighting is originally a sport that needs to be rooted.

If you want to control long-term vigorous exercise and battlefield fighting, a good general body shape is indispensable.

The so-called general body shape is often said in romance with big shoulders and round waist, and arms above the knees.

There is meat and strength, and it can fight and resist.

Panting heavily, a set of Wudang Taiyi Xuanmen swordsmanship made Lin Feng sweat, he sat on the sofa, and Ge You was paralyzed.

It was supposed to start tonight.

But eyes are on consoles and helmets.

Lin Feng was a little shaken.

He, isn't he, tonight, can, pigeon?

As soon as the pigeon's idea came out, it was like a sneaky whisper, and it was like a kitten scratching his heart, and it itched so badly.

This thought kept bewitching him, making his already undetermined heart even more wavering.

Finally, Lin Feng turned into a fist with his left hand and hit his right hand.

"So happily decided, pigeon."

He quickly stepped onto his backstage and sent out a dynamic.

"Today, sleepy, pigeon."

Then he felt bad, if he fished for three days and dried his nets for two days, his fans might be lost wildly.

Affect him just a meal.

So he edited a little bit of the sword dance just now and put it on to maintain his exposure.

"Daily, don't think about me."

After sending these things over, Lin Feng put on his helmet with peace of mind and heard the sound of the game console reading the disc again.

Games, yes!

Immersing himself in the game console, Lin Feng once again entered the game time of [Xiangxi Blood God].

It was dark in front of me, and I opened my eyes again.

The blood-colored text was still hanging in front of him, because a long time had passed, and under the four big characters of the Xiangxi Blood God, blood continued to flow down.

It looks very uncomfortable.

Lin Feng smelled the rust-like smell in front of him.

It's disgusting.

In his ears, the high suona seemed to never stop, and from the darkness in the distance, the sound flowed out and squeezed into Lin Feng's ears.

The whisper hidden in the suona does not look like Chinese at all, Lin Feng did not hear the Miao language, and he didn't know if the Miao people spoke like this, but the voice, multigutary, like Humai, was fundamentally different.

It's like another kind of "Yayin".

Just when Lin Feng listened attentively and was a little indulged in this sound, the suona in his ear suddenly rose high and piercing, completely waking Lin Feng up!

I don't know why, Lin Feng was sweating all over his body, and he felt a little flustered.

He let out a sigh of relief, and didn't pay any more attention to the background music, Lin Feng looked at the game in front of him, got rid of his cranky thoughts, and chose [Start Game].

A gust of wind blew, and Lin Feng opened his eyes and saw that he had returned to the [Qingquan Village Shrine].

It was about morning, the sun had just risen, and the air was fresh.

He walked into the [Qingquan Village Shrine].

The five people in front of him all looked at themselves.

The obese man who spoke at the beginning tore off his clothes, revealing his furry belly.

"Why did the Central Plains Imperial Court send a stinky boy to the cottage? Boy, did you offend someone, that person specially asked you to die! ”

[Wuzhai Chief Lawsuit, Peng Tianli] said maliciously.

He didn't seem to be afraid of the imperial court and Dragon Tiger Mountain represented by Lin Feng behind him.

Between the words, there is a vague sense of provocation.

When Lin Feng heard his words, he subconsciously knocked his teeth.

[Name: Lin Feng]

[Occupation: None]

[Status: None]

[Skill: Sword Mastery (Permanent Passive)]

[Equipment: None]

[Luck: Five coins (luck can bless spells, strengthen the body, and buy skills)]

[Note: No words to say]

When Lin Feng saw this, he knew why Peng Tianli said this.

He entered the game with a white number, and it was seen that the bottom was fine!

He reached for the straps in his sleeves, as well as his waist, and sure enough, there was nothing.

In addition to a sword hanging behind him, dry food around his waist, a kettle.

The equipment on the high-level mage is all gone.

The magic sword behind it has also become a very common and ordinary iron sword.

Lin Feng felt that he was numb.

Dog planning never disappoints.

This time when he entered the game, he was really thrown from the high play number to the whiteboard number by this inappropriate game.

Is this gap more than a loss?

His luxurious talisman was gone.

His luxurious exercises are gone.

One of his gear is gone!

And this time the name of the game is called gestation.

Empty, dead and clean in a cottage, pregnant?