(A huge thank you to book friend Orange Wheat Field for the 10,000-coin reward for being promoted to helmsman. Thank you three times.)
Wilderness, Yanhui Mountain, Lin Family Inn.
Shen Feng and Lin Chou stood facing each other, and he saw his palms fighting each other, his whole body opened like a simple big bow, his left leg stretched forward and his right leg slightly bent, and he made a textbook starting posture.
Leng Bingcubi's words about cooking well hurt Lin Chou's fragile heart deeply.
Yes, it is so sensitive.
How come I'm cooking well? I just can't be nice...
Nonsence!
My brother is also very skilled, okay? A giant python that is dozens of meters long can be easily photographed into scum!
So Shen Feng, a warrior who had just recovered from a serious injury, insisted on asking for advice on kung fu—for warriors, it was obvious that he was in the technical stream.
Lin Chou, a half-awakened person, had no skills other than a bunch of menus, and was ten thousand years old.
Lin Chou thought about it, and with his situation, it seemed that he could put more effort into being a warrior.
When Shen Feng heard what Lin Chou was going to do, he almost died of anger. You said that you, a superior awakened person, wanted to learn kung fu? This is not nonsense. What is this?
Unable to withstand Lin Chou's hard work and the scent of the three-colored snake wine, Shen Feng gave in.
Shen Feng thought to himself, Damn warriors are so poor, they are so poor that they are almost selling their pants. If I am an awakened person like you, how can I sell my dignity for a few jars of three-color snake wine? ?
"What did you see?"
"ah??"
As long as you have a cool look, what else is there?
Shen Feng said funnyly,
"No wonder you are still at the first level. Do you understand what power is? Do you know how powerful you really are?"
Lin Chou shook his head and nodded, then took a second to ask about the system.
"I don't know what force is, but I have 12,600 kilograms of strength."
The system's answer is that each point of attribute strength is equal to one hundred kilograms of actual strength, each point of agility is equal to one point of speed, each point of intelligence... ahem, forget it.
Lin Chou's current strength value is 126 points, which means he has a strength of 12,600 kilograms.
Shen Feng's eyes bulged with anger.
"You, what did you say??"
Lin Chou shrugged, "Twelve thousand six hundred kilograms."
"I didn't ask you how many kilograms you have... I asked you how you can accurately determine how many kilograms of strength you have?"
Lin Chou can't say that he has an attribute table, can he?
This thing can't be explained even if it is placed on awakened people and mutants!
Shen Feng frowned, "Just wait..."
Then he went to the car and took out a heavy metal disc, slapped it on the hemlock, and the metal disc firmly adhered to the tree body.
"This is a punching test. Use all your strength to hit it."
"Left Fist"
"boom"
"12599"
"Come again."
"12599"
"right fist"
"boom"
"12601"
"Come again!"
"12601"
Shen Feng was confused and carefully checked the boxing meter twice, "Is it okay??"
"What's wrong, Brother Shen?"
Shen Feng scratched his head, "We warriors, from the first to the fifth level, in addition to necessary moves and weapons, have spent our lives learning how to control power, master the power, and be able to send and receive it freely, which is to enter the palace. But you are like this ...I can't even control it so accurately...You are simply a freak, with zero error in punching power, even this fifth-level warrior can't do it! What else do you want me to teach you?"
Lin Chou smiled awkwardly, "Well, moves!! Hoho haha, the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, the Little Wuxiang Kung Fu, the Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand..."
Shen Feng vomited out a mouthful of old blood.
"Those are all the whims of the ancients before the catastrophe. If they really had that ability, the warriors would have exploded the earth long ago, and there would be no need for a catastrophe. However, Brother Lin, young people of your age actually like to watch the things released at the entrance of the alley. Old movies from before the Cataclysm?”
"No, Brother Shen, let me tell you. When I was a child, I wanted to be a thief who would fight for justice and carry a sword to the end of the world... but my father almost made me a fool..."
Well, movies can only tell you what a story is, but reality can tell you what pain is.
The corner of Shen Feng's mouth twitched, "Um, what did your talent awaken?... Well, you pretend I didn't ask, what attack skills do you know? Just moves!"
Lin Chou really didn't have the nerve to say such an appalling name as "Forty-Nine Postures of the Living Corpse Rolling Pin", so he just picked up the convenience shovel and started playing with it.
Really, there is no light from the sun and the moon, the sky is dim, the ground is dark, the sand is flying, and the rocks are flying.
"Brother Shen, how are you?"
The ground was broken open by pear, and countless messy and exposed layers of soil were like ugly scars. The branches and leaves of fragrant red beans were lying on the ground, which was very miserable.
Pushing up his fallen chin with his hand, he threw away half of the sticky red bean fruit on his face and shook two kilograms of soil from his clothes. The muscles on Shen 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 calm down!"
"I have three-color snake wine here, I'll treat you to it!"
Why? Have a drink?
"Well, let me tell you, Lin'er, warriors in the world cannot be judged by rank, but there are generally three types."
"oh oh!"
Lin Chou looked at Shen Feng sincerely.
Shen Feng coughed, walked to the pavilion, sat on a chair, and cast a glance, "Pour some wine!"
"Oh oh oh!"
"Third-rate warriors, like you, Brother Shen, will enter the palace."
"Third rate? Which third rate?"
Shen Feng thought for a moment and said enigmatically,
"Blood, sweat, tears."
Lin Chou gave a thumbs up, "That's awesome, my brother!"
"A second-rate warrior who achieves little success but sheds blood and tears."
"You're not sweating anymore? Why?"
"Practice Qi to transform into essence, and the origin is integrated into one. Why should you sweat?"
"A first-class warrior, the state of Dzogchen."
"Which one is better? I guess she just sheds tears? A man doesn't shed tears easily, but he's just not sad yet!"
"Bullshit," Shen Feng's eyes widened with fascination, "It's a fraud! Everything in front of him, such as awakened people, mutants, human beings, strange beasts, living corpses, and demonic plants, are all chickens and dogs. But Wuyang can catch turtles, turn his hands to make clouds, and turn his hands to make rain. With a thought, he can fly with his sword and take a person's head thousands of miles away!"
Lin Chou almost died from the thunder, "Well, Brother Shen, the base city is still showing Shushan movies??"
“…”
Lin Chou smiled and asked, "Brother Shen, you said I belong to a certain level of warrior. How did I use the shoveling technique just now?"
Shen Feng thought for a while, "You are a first-class shoveler!"
"One, first class?"
Haha, does that mean that my brother is a first-rate master? !
Although a bit abrupt...
But I should come more often!
Shen Feng curled his lips and looked at Boss Xiaolin who was lost in fantasy.
"Yes, the first-class shoveling method, short for, flow shovel!"
Nah, Nima!
"Haha, Brother Lin, you have so much power, but you don't know how to use it, so you can only be classified as a low-level person... I can't teach you anything, so you should just be an awakener honestly."
“…”
Shen Feng returned to the car and rested, leaving the disc hanging on the tree for Lin Chou to practice boxing with.
It is said that this thing is so strong that it is commonly known as the warrior's doormat. It can be beaten casually without breaking.
Well, Hero Lin's dream is shattered and he needs something to vent his anger.
Lin Chou sighed, feeling a little sad.
"There is a flow even if you don't follow the flow, hey."
As the sky grew dark, Lin Chou climbed up the tree in his home. When he was halfway up, the fragrant red beans in the yard began to glow, forming a fluorescent ocean.
When Lin Chou had just practiced the forty-nine postures of the Living Corpse Rolling Pin, he shoveled many fragrant red beans, exposing patches of black soil. Against the background of the surrounding fluorescence, a huge, dark "rolling pin" was formed. "The word "Naxiang Red Bean" was quickly submerged by the sea of green as the fragrant red beans grew and disappeared.
Hey, slut, who knows.
(Thank you to the book friend who can’t afford a nickname, 1,000 coins to the thousand-year-old demon who can’t give a name, 1,000 coins to the ancestor of Hongmeng Dao, and 100 coins to the garbled brother. Thank you very much.)
