Yang Lin has figured out how to perform martial arts to improve physical fitness and blood.
Don't worry about what might happen.
Anyway, when he was improving his martial arts, no matter how much time he spent in the illusion of performing martial arts, in reality it was only a few seconds, which was almost negligible.
However, although the time consumed was fake and the events were fake, the body really became stronger and there were no other sequelae.
With such a means of quickly increasing his strength, he was afraid that he would have many dreams at night and lose it again.
Don't worry yet, use it quickly.
The light and shadow change again.
This time, it’s still the same mountain top and the same forest.
However, his main task is no longer to carry water and chop firewood, but to stir-fry the food with his legs hooked upside down on a beam in the kitchen, head and feet, holding a huge spatula in his hand.
This is not a pot, it is simply a boat.
All the monks in the temple are just losers...
He finished frying pot after pot, and time passed day by day, and another year passed. When I woke up, my head was still dizzy and I always felt like I was still hanging upside down.
However, there are advantages. He found that he stood very firmly, as if he had roots under his feet, and there was an illusion in his heart that no one could push him down.
The handwriting displayed on the martial arts order panel, in the martial arts column, the Iron Wire Fist has been promoted from physical strength to the state of strength, and a casual punch can break the wind and make a sound.
If you don’t do one thing, you won’t stop doing it and try again.
Yang Lin was a little numb, and the pleasure of rapidly increasing strength made him unable to stop.
I almost forgot about reality.
It's like a game, the improvement is visible to the naked eye and takes no time.
The time spent in the illusion is called time, it is called a dream.
'Come again. '
This time it was finally not on the mountain, but by a restaurant. There were people coming and going on the street, pedestrians were in a hurry, and there were plenty of dishes to eat.
However, he came out of the restaurant in a daze. Before he could see where he was, he was met by dozens of men, each holding a sword, an axe, a flat gallbladder, and a hoe. All of them looked fierce. rushing towards him.
"Tie Qiao San, you eat shit."
The leader was a fierce man with a scar on his face. He cursed angrily and slashed his head with a knife.
Yang Lin was confused and before he could react, he only had time to turn his head slightly when the sword followed his ear and struck the side of his shoulder and neck.
As soon as the severe pain reached his mind, Yang Lin fell to the ground and only twitched a few times. Then axes, sticks, hoes and dung forks came like raindrops, hitting his head and face.
'I am dead. '
'I am Tiejiao San? '
'You really know how to play martial arts. '
Yang Lin felt enlightened in his heart, and then a huge feeling of unwillingness and humiliation rose in his heart.
Grass……
His eyes were red.
He remembered that he had just been chopped with a knife and hoeed, but he was still alive. In the end, he was suffocated to death by a dung fork with something suspicious on it, which was stuck in his mouth.
What a shame and humiliation.
This thought just crossed his mind, and then he found himself standing in front of the restaurant, having just stepped out.
Dozens more men rushed up from the front.
In the lead, a man with a scar slashed at him with a knife and shouted, "Iron Bridge Three, you are eating shit."
'It turned out that I had to load the file again. '
Yang Lin's eyes were blood red, and without even thinking, he crossed his feet with two claws, leaned forward, made a cross with his hands, and struck the scarred man's chest with a golden mallet.
Before the knife fell, the man's chest had collapsed.
Blood spurted out of his mouth and flew up.
When I landed, I could only breathe out, not in.
Yang Lin's eyes turned red, and he took a step further, united his waist and horse, separated the golden bridge with his hands, and slashed down diagonally.
The strong man holding an ax and a hoe beside him was hit on the neck without saying a word, and his bones cracked loudly.
The two fell to the ground with a crash and slid far away.
His head is tilted and his eyes are tilted.
Yang Lin was prepared this time, one step at a time, one punch at a time, and one punch at a time to kill. If he was not careful, he died twice more.
Soon, he mastered the method, and he fought from the street to the end of the street. Finally, he defeated more than 20 people. The remaining people finally lost their fighting spirit and ran away crying.
Then, the scenery in front of us changed again. From the front of the restaurant to the small river, a sand boat docked, and more than thirty rough men in green short coats with weathered faces rushed up again, each with a weapon in his hand. .
He died two more times and defeated everyone.
Changing the scene again, we arrived at a mansion, surrounded by five men in black with long knives in their hands, and beside them was a weeping girl...
Well, this time around, Yang Lin fought for three full years.
He felt like he was beating and killing people with his eyes closed. He was completely confused. He didn't know how many times he died. In the end, the knife slashed his body without even a frown.
In the last hundreds of fights, he basically got through without any injuries. He could see that any of those people were slightly stronger than him. There were thirty of them. He relied on his rich experience and sense of danger. , one pass.
I heard the crow of cocks and the barking of dogs.
There are still lights like beans in front of me.
Finally home.
Yang Lin's eyes were a little dazed, and it took a while before they started to focus.
He arched his waist and took a lunge with his feet. After a while, he relaxed his body.
Tentatively, he stretched out his hand and pinched the table leg. "Click", with a little force, he pinched the table leg made of fine huanghuali wood into two sections from the middle.
'This is real. '
'my power……'
Only then did Yang Lin wake up completely.
He looked at his hand in bewilderment. It was still so white and tender, but the strength was greatly different, and the way he used force was also extremely clever.
Especially the two arms, they feel like iron.
Hey……
His feet slipped lightly, and he reached the corner of the room in one swift step. He lowered his shoulders and used strength, and punched the wall with his fists.
The green bricks on the wall shattered with a loud bang.
"What's up?"
A scream came from outside.
Plop.
That was when the little mushroom fell under the bed.
The little girl forced her sleepy eyes open, with a face full of panic. She suddenly opened the door curtain and saw Yang Linjing's naked upper body, still posing in a punching posture, and dust was still flying on the wall.
"Master, are you breaking up the house without sleeping?"
Little Mushroom's face was covered with black lines, and at a glance he saw a broken leg and a slightly tilted table.
His eyes moved up, and then he saw a hole as big as a bowl appeared in the wall amid the dust, and the skylight from outside the house came in.
Slowly, she opened her mouth wide and kept saying oh oh, she had no idea what she was talking about.
"It's not me, don't lie, I didn't..."
Yang Lin was very embarrassed and said quickly.
I found an old piece of clothing and plugged the holes. Then, he turned the table around and leaned it against the wall. In this way, nothing happened.
After doing this, he felt a little guilty for some reason when he saw Xiao Mushroom's raised eyebrows.
Just as he was about to say something, his vision went dark and his head became dizzy. With a bang, he fell to the ground and fainted.
"Master, Master, don't worry. I didn't mean to scare you."
Before he fainted, he heard the little maid shouting like this.
