Before passing through to swallow

A few people were pleased. The corpses of the Beast Soldier-level monsters were very valuable. They could make a lot of money by pulling them back to the inner city. Those ordinary medicines and food were nothing at all.

I ran out of Anfeng medicine and there was not enough food. I thought these things were precious, but he had nowhere to sell them.

After experiencing the previous things, to be honest, he didn't want to go to the inner city anymore, and didn't want to contact those people.

He is a martial artist, but he is still a newcomer, and his strength is not enough. If anything happens again, he is not enough to deal with everything.

Many system rules are not perfect now.

Simple for your own use, but enough.

In the room, An Feng lay on the sofa, relaxing for a rare moment. The pot gurgled and the smell of meat wafted.

This is a kind of wild boar he killed. Some mutant monsters can't eat, but some are edible. These are not bad.

This room was found by him. Everything in the room is complete and the preservation is still intact, so he will use it as a place to stay for the time being. Liquefied gas is also available. Eat some hot food.

An Feng took a sip, not to mention the taste is not bad, the meat is strong enough, more energy than ordinary food.

He slammed a punch without a machine test, but An Feng can perceive it for a long time. It is estimated that the strength of about 1,400 kilograms is still not enough, far less than an intermediate fighter.

After eating and drinking enough, when outside, An Feng flashed away.

At about 32 meters per second, An Feng looked at the tactical watch on his wrist.

This is a military watch that he changed from someone else before. It's not bad, but it doesn't have the multiple functions that the protagonist in the book has developed and perfected.

Soon half a month passed, and An Feng's injury had healed before. He didn't expect that the serious injury would heal so quickly.

And now he is still covered with scars, this is the warrior, the old wounds are not gone, the new ones come again.

This is all skin trauma, not serious.

After recovering from injuries and improving a lot during this period, An Feng still feels slow.

Is it really slow? For half a month, without any foreign objects, from intermediate students to intermediate martial arts fighters, how many people will envy and hate it.

The coming time is wrong, there are no ready-made various martial arts, equipment, medicine... all need to go by themselves, it is difficult to produce too much.

An Feng didn't underestimate himself, his foundation is not bad, others can, he can.

Although there is no ready-made one, it is not all bad. In the early stage of the mutation, there are too many differences. Those monsters are also in the early stage of the mutation. Everyone grows together. The whetstones are abundant. There is also the cosmic power. It seems to be easier to feel.

An Feng returned from fighting during the day and continued to absorb the cosmic energy at night.

He didn't know how long he hadn't had a good night's sleep, it was impossible in such a place.

Fortunately, he is not an ordinary person anymore, and he can live a life by simply resting.

In the broken ruins, An Feng swung his gun to kill a vulture that hovered in the air. He followed the shadow of the gun and fought in all directions at night. For a time, there were shadows of guns in all directions, and a group of monsters fell screaming.

An Feng likes weapons in his hands more and more, where sharpness is needed, and the gun blade is enough to be used as a swordsman.

Long weapons are good at attacking groups. They are very suitable for facing groups of enemies. They also prevent some monsters from having unique means. The distance is enough and the subtle body skills are enough to respond to many.

And one-on-one, the gunner, the king of a hundred soldiers, and the thief of a hundred soldiers, can go forward and be clever.

The guns are cold, walking like a dragon, Anfeng's figure changes, and the afterimages are everywhere, it is fun.

Wherever he came from, An Feng rushed everywhere, and found that something was wrong. He flashed people in advance, unknowingly he had already killed a lot.

As his strength improves, he also goes further every day.

"Huh?" An Feng frowned, and someone shouted, listening a lot.

Following An Feng, I saw people running around in front of them. They were two armored vehicles from outside. There were a lot of people in them. It should have been just a moment ago. They crashed all the way and finally broke. One of them turned over and the people inside did not climb out. , Was overwhelmed by many gray scale wolves.

"Stop them." An old man shouted.

"Director, look over there... Martial Artist." Someone saw An Feng just pierced a junior beast soldier level monster with a shot.

"Help...help us...ah..." someone said, and many people saw it.

An Feng squinted. There is no past, he is observing. There are also warriors among these people, although there is only one.

Not to mention anything else, it's just that the person in all aspects of physical fitness is far inferior to him, and he belongs to the first level. This is the first time he has seen a real warrior.

"You..." An Feng just wanted to speak, so many men and women, if it goes smoothly, he doesn't mind helping.

After all, it was all human life. He was sharpening himself, and then became angry with An Feng, "seeking death!"

He saw someone rushing towards him frantically, regardless of whether he could help or drag him to death. Seeing someone running, everyone else followed.

If it is in order, he may not be able to block one or two, and the road over there is not wide, and there are armored vehicles blocking it.

Such an impact brought countless monsters.

His side is definitely the worst escape route.

And when he saw it, it was no longer easy. There were countless gray scale wolves behind, and the largest of the wolves had already stared at him, making him feel cold. At least this is a high-level animal soldier, the strongest he has ever seen. He can't beat monsters, even the intermediate level, let alone the advanced level.

An Feng turned his head and left without hesitation.

More than that, Yu Guang saw that the old man at the back took a few people and was well-equipped, and the only warrior also followed right and left, and had already escaped from another trail.

The crowd who fled to this side were just trying to provoke them. The people in front led away a large number of monsters, but they ran away without looking back.

An Feng's heart is cold. It's not that he hasn't killed anyone. He's already killed them these days. Snipe him first.

But after all, they belong to the same race, and the world has fallen, and there are too many thoughts in previous civilizations.

"Ah..." screamed one by one, and gray scale wolves were chasing after them. The speed of the single body was faster than the warriors of the same level. Moreover, they were culled a lot on the road.

They ran hard one by one, only expecting to run faster than their companions, but it was useless.

"Help me..." Someone fell down, or resented, or desperately looked at An Feng, hoping An Feng would take action.

An Feng didn't even look at it, and walked faster.

A few seconds later, the crowd had all fallen down, the skull and scum were gone, and An Feng was also overtaken by the gray scale wolf in front.

Turning his head coldly, the gun shadow was a little bit cold, and five or six gray scale wolves turned out in an instant, but more followed closely.

An Feng hurriedly walked, flying around, his speed, he could reach 20 meters away in one leap, and he could only fly away from the wall, but the wolves jump was not bad at all.

There were countless wolves behind him, and An Feng's eyes were brilliant. Seeing a few people fleeing along the path on the other side, he turned and rushed over.

If it is normal, a warrior, he would definitely accept it with enthusiasm, but now, you can be considered dead, the old man sneered, and Yu Guang glanced back, followed by a big change in his face.

"Stop him!" the old man roared.

For a time, the bullets fired wildly, and An Feng sneaked out of sight, and instantly flashed out from the broken wall on the other side, and the wolves behind were barely blocked. After leaving a few corpses, they had already rushed over.

"Go away...boy, this is our chief, you want to die..." one person shouted angrily.

An Feng was cold, but the speed was faster and he left after a turn. The bullets could threaten him, and he had to hit him. In the early stage, it was just ordinary guns.

If you use me to leave, I will use you to run away.

The old man's face was completely distorted, "stop me, stop...ah..."

Not much use, the weapon did not kill enough, there were too many wolves, the warrior was also directly hit by the gray scale wolf's beast soldier level, and was eaten by the wolves jumping up in the air, followed by the old man. Any ripples are also torn apart.

An Feng stopped abruptly as he hurried away.

The way forward was blocked, and the tallest gray scale wolf didn't even attack the old man and kept staring at him.

The leader of the gray scale wolf also sensed that this is the strongest and its goal.

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