It's really confusing (physics).

Lin Feng quit the game, put down his helmet, and was in a daze.

I didn't see who the enemy was, but judging from his behavior of picking people's heads, the other party was about a tall man.

Tall, Lin Feng measured it, how can it be about the same height as O'Neill.

Probably even stronger than O'Neal.

Of course, the premise of all this is that this person is a simple strong man, without any mysterious factors, and he simply uses physical power to twist people's heads off, so he should need a lot of strength.

Stained with mysterious factors, normal thinking, it is impossible to say.

Otherwise, with Li Yuanba's double hammers, O'Neill couldn't shake it for a long time, let alone look at it on the battlefield and kill all sides.

One hour of universal cooldown.

Lin Feng quit the game stupidly, a little boring.

He wanted to get back to the game now, but not to defeat the leader.

This head-picker is more or less a boss.

Lin Feng felt that even if he had a sword in his hand, he was not his opponent.

It's too strong.

His little minions are easy to kill, but there are too many of them, and he has to find a way to deal with them.

If he kills him, Lin Feng is afraid that he will need to be a ten-mile slope sword god, kill ten years of human figurines first, and then get to the sixth or seventh rank before he can deal with the head-pickers.

But he's not the one who hangs it.

What's more, it's still Niutouzhai, although this broken game didn't say when the game was completed.

Judging by his shallow experience.

He couldn't stay on the road for too long.

Too long and danger will come.

At present, I don't know if what Li Bodhisattva said is true, if the mountain road is really washed away by the torrent, the problem will come.

He had to choose another path.

Take the shady road.

Or, as Li Bodhisattva said, fly from the sky.

Fly over, whether you can fly, and two words.

In this weather, if he was asked to fly, Lin Feng didn't dare to fly.

It's not about science, but from a metaphysical point of view, Lin Feng always feels that the heavy rain on the mountains in Xiangxi is strange, and there is always something in the clouds.

According to myths and legends, there may be a dragon inside.

If you fly, I'm afraid you're going to suffer.

As for taking the yin road, go back and ask Li Bodhisattva how to take the yin road appropriately.

As soon as he thought of this, he put down the game console, walked back and forth a few steps, expanded his chest and arms, clicked on the computer, and searched for keywords such as Yangtongzi, Xiangxi Blood God, and Ghost Yamen.

There is no valid information.

As for taking the underworld, there are all kinds of legends, all kinds of legends, and there is no fixed number.

You have to figure out what it is.

Glancing at my phone again.

Xu Nian did not reply again.

I guess I'm back in the mountains again.

The air in the mountains is really nice.

It's just that there's no signal.

Xu Nian was not there, but several of his governors, sailors, were criticizing him.

Governor, VIP in the live broadcast room, Lin Feng's food and clothing parents.

Lin Feng's governor has men and women, and the proportion is balanced.

It's very strange, Lin Feng's live broadcast, the men and women he attracted, almost one-to-one.

The one who gives money to support others is called the master.

There is no shame in earning money.

Lin Feng looked at it, and these governors all expressed great distrust in the fact that he knew swordsmanship.

There are also people who praise it, but not too much.

When did you learn it? 】

[The next plate is very stable! ] 】

[Why, do you also want to go don't laugh at the challenge? ] 】

[Planning to change your life? Do you want to just mess with money? 】

[Handsome again? Lin Feng, when I return to China, we will get married, and you must wait for me for another three years]

……

Lin Feng: Subway, old man, mobile phone .jpg.

Restore sequentially, each with its own emphasis.

What do you think? 】

Lin Feng: [The anchor in the game area, don't sell your body, don't sell your boyfriend's fantasy! ] Self-respect, who is that, Strawberry Berry, I will refund your governor's money, pay attention to checking]

Lin Feng glanced at the video of himself dancing the sword, and a group of old viewers below were coaxing.

Most of them expressed their hatred for his pigeons dropping live.

There are some old water friends who are in a stable mood.

There are also some sailors who expressed their concern for his future live broadcast career.

Except that the language is a little grumpy.

[I like pigeons so much, go to the screw factory to make screws]

【Spam Anchor】

[Flashy flowers, just like this, day and night are reversed, and sooner or later they will die violently]

【Sit back and wait for cool】

Well, the above ones were sent out after Lin Feng's polishing.

Lin Feng was not angry at all when he saw such a cordial greeting.

Report.

Throw away your phone.

Start gas extraction.

An hour of training, too training!

Turn a hammer in the living area.

I really thought the living area was so good!

Although theoretically speaking, the unit price of just a meal in the living area is almost the highest in several districts, and he, a million-dollar game anchor, looks powerful, but the anchor industry, the big waves and sand, the top of the food chain, are just a few.

An advertisement of a big up owner, the top of his income for half a year.

That's such a big gap!

Lin Feng, there is still a long way to go from the top of the food chain.

There are a few of the top 100 that get cold every year.

Not to mention an anchor like him.

He is neither poor nor rich.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng had already reached the realm of "determination", and he followed the wind and kept coiling around him.

Not far for now.

The house he rented, there was no brother who shouldn't have it.

But I found a cockroach that shouldn't be there.

Lin Feng didn't expect that the gas collection would have this effect, and it would also allow him to see where the cockroaches were hiding.

Glancing in the direction of the wind, Lin Feng finally saw a nest of cockroaches, which were devouring their dead kind.

Suddenly, even the qi that was collected into the lungs again was not fragrant.

Seeing the cockroach, Lin Feng subconsciously held his breath. He didn't expect that he had been holding his breath for too long.

He has more oxygen in his blood than ever before.

The benefits of spiritual practice.

His attention was all on the cockroaches.

The cockroach died, and it was the glue bait that came into play. The glue bait is to poison a cockroach, call another nest of cockroaches, eat the body of this poisoned cockroach, and everyone will die.

The effects kick in, and it takes about a week or two.

Lin Feng couldn't wait.

He had a whim.

[Swordsmanship Mastery] coupled with the newcomer's [Precise Vision], can he be asked to completely destroy the cockroach nest?

Just do it when he thought of it, went downstairs and bought a toothpick, he moved the cabinet, the cockroaches scattered and escaped, and the toothpick in Lin Feng's hand shot out at close range!

Precision.

Elegance.

Fatal!

Didn't run away a single cockroach!

Lin Feng concocted it according to the law and killed the cockroaches in the entire house, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Thoughts!

Games, yes!

Ordered a takeaway, Lin Feng looked at the time and entered the game.

Opening his eyes, the guide spoke, and before he finished speaking, Lin Feng: "Go to another way." ”

"Master Dao, you can't ......"

"Lord Zhu."

Lin Feng interrupted him loudly, called Master Zhu, and walked forward without looking back.

Zhu Baihu knew it, he was familiar with the way, and the knife holder was on the guide's neck.

The guide succumbed.

The three of them walked into the road, and Lin Feng motioned to the guide to give Zhu Baihu some medicine.

"It's going to rain, guide, don't throw up later."

Guide: "? ”

I didn't understand what Dao Ye was talking about, but I saw Dao Ye holding him on his shoulder, and his shoulder pressed against the guide's stomach.

It's like carrying a sack.

The guide's face is green!