Doomsday Pavilion

Chapter 131 Third-rate master (for the new rudder master orange wheat field congratulations!)

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Wilderness, Yanhuishan, Lin's Xiaoguan.

Shen Feng and Lin Chou stood facing each other, and saw his palms hit each other, the whole person opened like a quaint long bow, his left leg leaned forward and the right leg was slightly bent, posing a textbook-like starting hand position.

The phrase Leng Bingcui, you should cook well, but it hurt Lin Chou's fragile heart deeply.

Yes, it is so sensitive.

What is daddy doing well? Daddy is not good...

Nonsence!

The buddies are also very skilled, okay? A giant python that is tens of meters long can be easily photographed into scum!

So Practitioner Shen Feng, who has just recovered from a serious injury, has to ask for Kung Fu-Practitioner. Obviously, people follow the technology flow.

In addition to a bunch of menus, Lin Chou, the half-awake awakener, has no fart skills.

Lin Chou wondered, in his situation, it seemed that he could work on the Practitioner.

When Shen Feng heard about what Lin Chou was going to do, he almost died of anger. You said that you, a superior awakened person, must learn kung fu? This is not nonsense. What is this?

Unable to withstand Lin Chou's soft and hard soaking and the fragrance of Sancai Snake Wine, Shen Feng gave in.

Shen Feng secretly thought, Mom Practitioner is poor, the poor are almost selling pants, daddy must be an awakened like you, guilty of betraying meat for a few jars of three-color snake wine.. Dignity? ?

"See what is coming?"

"what??"

It just depends on you put on a cool look, what else?

Shen Feng said funnyly,

"No wonder you are still the first order. Do you understand what force is? Do you know how powerful you are?"

Lin Chou shook his head and nodded, and spent a second asking about the fucking system.

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

The answer of the system is that each point of attribute power is equal to one hundred kilograms of actual power, each point of agility is equal to one point of speed, and each point of intelligence...cough cough, that's fine.

Lin Chou's current strength is 126 points, isn't it just 12,600 kilograms of strength.

Shen Feng's eyes puffed out with anger.

"You, what are you talking about?"

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

"I didn't ask you how many kilograms... I asked how you can accurately determine how many kilograms of power you have?"

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

This thing can't be explained even if it is placed on the awakened and upgraded!

Shen Feng frowned, "You are waiting..."

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

"This is a boxing meter. Use your whole strength to hit it."

"Left Fist"

"boom"

"12599"

"Come again."

"12599"

"Right Fist"

"boom"

"12601"

"Come again!"

"12601"

Shen Feng was dumbfounded, and carefully checked the fist meter twice, "No problem?"

"What's wrong with Brother Shen?"

Shen Feng scratched his head, "Our Practitioner, from Tier 1 to Tier 5, in addition to the necessary moves and weapons, we have spent our entire life learning how to control power, master power, and be able to send and receive by heart, and with ease. …I can’t control it with such precision myself...You are simply a freak, with zero boxing error. This TM Tier 5 Practitioner can’t do it! What else do you want me to teach you?"

Lin Chou smiled awkwardly, "Um, moves!! Roar ha ha, Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms, little Wuxiang Gong, Tianshan Zhemei..."

Shen Feng vomited a mouthful of old blood.

"Those are all whimsical of the ancients before the cataclysm. If you really have that ability, the Practitioner has already bombarded the earth, and what kind of cataclysm is needed. However, brother Lin, a young man of your age, actually likes to watch the alleys. The old movie before the cataclysm?"

"That's not right, Brother Shen, let me tell you that when I was a kid, I wanted to be a thief who was a knight who wielded a sword in the end of the world... I was almost smashed into a fool by my dad's ham..."

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

The corner of Shen Feng's mouth twitched, "Well, what has your talent awakened?...Uh, when I didn't ask, what attack skills do you know? It's a move!"

Lin Chou was really not embarrassed to say the horrible name "living corpse rolling pin forty-nine style", so he picked up the convenience shovel and played it again.

It's really the sun and the moon, the sky is dark and the sky is dark, sand and rocks,

"Brother Shen, how are you."

The ground was opened by pears in countless messy and bare soil layers, like ugly scars, the branches and leaves of Naxiang Hongdou were lying on the ground, very miserable.

Pushing up the fallen chin with his hand, by the way, he threw away half of the sticky red bean fruit on his face, and two kilograms of soil were shaken from his clothes. The muscles on Chen Feng's face twitched, his eyes were frightened and desperate, and he said nothing. Turn around and leave.

"Hey! Hey! Brother Shen, what are you doing?"

"Go home...Have a cup of hot tea and be shocked!"

"I have three-color snake wine, I'll treat you!"

Hey? Have a drink?

"Well, let me tell you, Lin'er, the world Practitioner, you can't talk about rank, but there are roughly three kinds."

"Oh oh!"

Lin Chou looked at Shen Feng sincerely.

Shen Feng coughed, walked to the pavilion and sat on a chair, his eyes floated, "Pour the wine!"

"Oh oh oh!"

"The third-rate Practitioner, just like your brother Shen, will enter the room."

"Third-rate? Which third-rate?"

Shen Feng thought for a while, and said unfathomably,

"Bleeding, sweating, tearing."

Lin Chou gave a thumbs up, "It's amazing my brother!"

"Second-rate Practitioner, small achievements, bleeding and tears."

"Sweat anymore? Why?"

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

"First-class Practitioner, Dzogchen Realm."

"Which is first-rate? I guess it's only tears? Men who have tears don't flick them lightly, but they are not sad!"

"Shit," Shen Feng's eyes were greatly fascinated, "It's a scam! Everything in front of you, what awakened people have upgraded, humans, animals, living corpses, magic plants, all chickens and dogs, can be turned into gray and gray, and Nine Heavens can take the moon. Go down to the five oceans to catch turtles, turn your hands for clouds and cover your hands for rain, with a movement of divine thought, the sword flies, and the head of the person is thousands of miles away!"

Lin Chou almost didn't get killed by thunder, "Well, Brother Shen, the base city is still showing the movie of Shushan??"

"..."

Lin Chou smiled and asked, "Brother Shen, you said I belong to a few Practitioners. How did I use the shovel method just now?"

Shen Feng thought for a while, "You, first-class shovel method!"

"One, first-rate?"

Haha, that means you guys are first-rate masters? !

Although it's a bit obtrusive...

But I should come a few more times!

Shen Feng curled his lips and looked at boss Xiaolin who was in fantasy.

"Yes, first-class shovel method, referred to as flow shovel!"

Nepal, f*ck!

"Haha, brother Lin, you have a body of power, but you don't know how to use it. You can only fall into the ranks...I can't teach you anything, you should be an awakened honestly."

"..."

Shen Feng rested while returning to the car, leaving the disc hanging on the tree to practice boxing for Lin Chou.

It is said that this thing is extremely sturdy, commonly known as the Practitioner, and it is not bad to be beaten casually.

Well, hero Lin's dream is broken, he should always have something to vent.

Lin Chou sighed, a little sad,

"There is a flow if there is no flow, hey."

As the sky darkened, Lin Chou climbed up the home tree. When he was halfway through his climb, the red beans in the yard began to glow daily, forming a fluorescent ocean.

When Lin Chou was just practicing the 49th pose of the living corpse rolling pin, he shoveled a lot of nataka red beans, exposing patches of black soil. Against the backdrop of the surrounding fluorescence, a huge, dark "rolling" was formed. "The word, as the Naxiang red beans grew rapidly, they were submerged by the green sea and disappeared.

Hey, incompetent shovel, who knows.

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