With Lin Xing's death again, he returned to the past again.
When he opened his eyes this time, he found that he was back behind the door of the woodshed, holding on to the door to prevent the old man from pushing it open.
He glanced around and saw that the doll was still lying on the ground motionless.
However, he had no intention of continuing to ask the doll, because from what the other party just said, he thought he had already got the answer.
"I can't defeat the big villain outside the door, obviously because I haven't really learned the skills to fight."
Lin Xing knew that the doll was right. Although he had read about self-defense techniques on the Internet, and although he had superpowers, in the final analysis he was just an ordinary college student, and his ability to fight head-on was not as good as those who had learned it.
"I heard from Doll that this old man has learned sword skills, but I don't know any skills. This is the difference."
"But on the other hand, as long as I also practice fighting and fighting, maybe I can beat this old man."
"As for practice... what better learning process than self-defense?"
Thinking of this, Lin Xing's eyes suddenly surged with fighting spirit. He picked up the sickle on the side, opened the door, and rushed forward under the surprised eyes of the old man.
The doll on the ground looked at this scene and wondered in his heart: "Is this kid crazy? How dare you charge forward without mastering any skills?"
As expected, Lin Xing was quickly beheaded again, but when he came back to life again, he was not discouraged. Instead, his eyes were full of fighting spirit. He picked up the sickle and rushed forward again, trying to master more fighting abilities in the life-and-death fight.
How to dodge the opponent's hatchet, how to swing the sickle, how to judge the distance between two people, and try not to get hurt...
Lin Xing tried to learn how to fight and how to defeat the opponent in each fight.
Fighting again and again, learning again and again, Lin Xing felt that as he and the old man continued to fight, he could feel more and more clearly the strong killing intent coming from the other party, and even he himself was fighting here. In the process, the emotions became more and more emotional.
And under the stimulation of the emotions on both sides, his own body seemed to gradually heat up, as if there were streams of heat running through him.
With the subtle changes in his body, the familiar feeling in his mind came to mind again, and the memory that he couldn't recall seemed to be gradually surfacing.
Lin Xing felt that something that he had forgotten was about to pop up in his mind.
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After Lin Xing died fifty times.
Seeing Lin Xing trying to fight with the old man, the doll on the ground was disdainful: "This kid... wants to learn in battle? It's really weird for a young man to think about such a thing."
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After Lin Xing died a hundred times.
Doll looked at Lin Xing who was fighting with the old man in the small courtyard, and felt a little surprised: "Huh? This kid is pretty good at hiding."
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After Lin Xing died two hundred times.
The doll looked at Lin Xing who scratched the old man with a sickle, and was a little surprised: "Is this kid so good at using a sickle? He was obviously an ordinary person just now."
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After Lin Xing died three hundred times.
Doll looked at Lin Xing, who was slightly at a disadvantage in the frontal fight, and said in shock: "It's too fast, this progress is too fast. He was clearly an ordinary person before, how come he has almost mastered a skill in the blink of an eye?"
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After Lin Xing died four hundred times.
Doll looked at the old man lying on the ground covered in blood, and then looked at Lin Xing who also fell to the ground with a knife, and was extremely shocked: "Genius! Peerless genius! He has mastered a skill in such a short battle!"
"It's a pity, it's such a pity that we both died together."
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After Lin Xing died five hundred times.
The doll looked at Lin Xing, who had a strong body, and calmly dodged the old man's hatchet again and again as if he had predicted it in advance. He watched Lin Xing bleed with each knife, and finally killed the old man without any harm, and felt extremely horrified in his heart.
"He didn't know any skill before, but he actually mastered it in such a short battle?"
"And this amazing fighting talent, the old man's sword skills were completely seen through by him."
"Monster! Unparalleled monster! Ancestor, I have never seen such a monster in my long life."
On the other side, after Lin Xing killed the old man in self-defense, he closed his eyes and carefully felt the changes in his body.
I can’t remember how many times I fought the old man.
In that fierce fight, a warm current flowed through Lin Xing's body, and he felt that there was something more in his mind.
It is a skill called Scythe Technique (First Level).
With the emergence of this skill, his body seemed to become lighter, the right hand holding the sickle seemed to become more powerful, and the coordination of his whole body seemed to have increased a bit...
Lin Xing was a little surprised as he felt the subtle changes in his body. He recalled the extra sickle technique in his mind and found that the contents were all summed up by his own battles.
He thought with some surprise: "Skills... So this is what skills mean, and after learning it, it directly strengthened my body?"
At the same time, as he mastered this skill, more familiar memories emerged in Lin Xing's mind. He felt that some important memories that he had forgotten had emerged.
This is a memory about learning, cultivation and strength.
Recalling the content of this memory, Lin Xing became clear in his mind: "So that's it, learn the skills, master the skills, and then hone the skills, and finally you can understand the inheritance."
At the same time, Lin Xing also truly understood the real reason why the thin man he met in school before and the old hatchet man he had just killed were stronger than him.
"The teleportation user in school should also have mastered many skills, so he is so much stronger than me."
"Although the old man is not as powerful as him, he has mastered two skills, so he was much better than me before."
"But they definitely haven't understood the inheritance."
In Lin Xing's revived memory, if he understood the inheritance, he would definitely be much more powerful than the thin man and the old man.
At this moment, there were two clues of inheritance in his mind, one was called Soldier, and the other was called Taoist.
"Skills...inheritance..."
Thinking about the magical power represented by skills and inheritance, Lin Xing couldn't remember why he had relevant memories.
Especially the strong sense of familiarity in his memory made him extremely confused.
Suddenly he remembered the historical changes he had noticed before, and he couldn't help but guess: "Could my memory be caused by the impact of historical changes?"
Unfortunately, there were too few clues about this matter. Lin Xing knew that he could not get results by just thinking at this moment, so he could only keep it in his heart for the time being.
Then Lin Xing picked up the doll and said, "Thank you so much this time. If it hadn't been for your reminder, I probably wouldn't have been able to successfully defend myself. Don't be afraid. I will save you and go out together."
The doll was filled with confusion: "What is he talking about? When did I remind him? Did he see that there was something wrong with me? Or was he deceiving me? But why did he deceive me for no reason?"
Not to mention that the doll was filled with questions, Lin Xing stuffed the doll into his arms and walked cautiously out of the yard with the sickle in hand.
He thought in his mind: "We have to find a way to call the police first..."
But when the courtyard door opened and he stepped out, he was already back in the bedroom.
At the same time that Lin Xing appeared, he immediately felt that he was surrounded, and more than ten pistols were pointed at his location.
