Before passing through to swallow

In the middle of nowhere, An Feng threw his punches.

A punch casually, mighty, the mountains and rivers are turbulent.

Around him, two Commander-level monsters died, and there were many Beastmaster-level corpses, and the rest had finished early.

With a clear heart, verified by actual combat, An Feng integrated his own boxing skills, marksmanship, and body skills... Now he is practicing boxing.

With every punch of his, there is a trance of roaring mountains and rivers.

Time passed, and the wind and dust fell in peace.

He changed his method, his mind was lofty, and he kept learning and comprehending, but his body no longer used amplitude and remained at the primary God of War.

Such a wild walk, the pressure is much greater.

Different battles, different gains.

More than that, if he doesn't explode forcefully, the ghosts and spirits can't threaten anything. You can only watch him continue for a long time, and return after a long absence.

Wander everywhere, travel thousands of miles.

There are people who are displaced and struggling everywhere. An Feng has helped a lot, but his personal ability is limited.

There are many newcomers in the circle of God of War, and there are also many God of War who died in battle, and there are countless evocative stories.

An Feng would also be indignant and passionate, but he was still not strong enough. Unless he was detached, it would be difficult to change anything.

Up to now, he is still the rudimentary form of artistic conception, and the true artistic conception level has not been fully realized, and he cannot achieve the real harmony of the small, heaven and man.

An Feng discovered his own problem and was more affected by Ten Step Kill.

Ten steps to kill is too strong, there is a prototype of artistic conception, and a prototype of a domain, even if it is only a vagueness, it is completely different.

And before he fully realized the unity of the little heaven and man, he came into contact with the realm of transcendence. There was too much mixing and it was a little messy.

Of course, it may not be bad. As long as you stay true to your heart, learn more in advance, and learn more, it will be more beneficial to the future.

But in front of him, his mood level was also temporarily stuck.

Ten steps to kill is very strong. It is the highest martial arts he has come into contact with at this stage, but it is not the only method, nor can it be too dependent. Sometimes it is too sharp, just after easy breaks, and encounters some powerful opponents, which may backlash, An Feng Other methods are also being sharpened.

He is taking a comprehensive line, and the means should be comprehensive.

Ten moves can be used as one of the hole cards.

For a long time, An Feng didn't have to kill with a hundred steps, sharpen his boxing skills, sharpen his marksmanship, and blend his martial arts.

Ten steps to kill a lot of artistic conceptions, you can learn, feel, and learn from, but you must be able to come out and not be tired of it.

It's high enough, no need to learn anything else?Obviously it is wrong.

Being able to come out and go back again, with a clear mind, many of them are more clear-cut.

An Feng had many thoughts, and his perceptions were different. He felt that soon he would really understand the Yijing level, that is, the future domain, at least some ideas and directions, instead of being completely clueless.

After killing the monster, An Feng verified his experience, humming a small tune, and a pot of wine, and went away leisurely.

Sharpen your own way, follow your own path, and be stronger, you can do more.

Looking at countless sufferings, as the pinnacle, or one of the few people approaching this circle, he also thought about what he was willing to do.

Time is slow.

On the wilderness road, a motorcade passed by. In addition to the escort warriors, the motorcade thermal weapons, followed by many warriors carrying large bags.

A bearded man was also among the warriors behind, carrying a big bag, it was An Feng.

An Feng traveled all over the world and tried a lot, and now he is also one of the martial artists.

The artistic conception exists in the heaven and earth, in all things, and even in my own heart, it is all cultivation.

Also, An Feng had just challenged a few commander-level monsters entrenched in a river. The head was a bit fierce. He used all the methods and used ten moves many times, and the guy who finally fought was seriously injured. There should be no chaos in a short time, and he is also seriously injured, and ghosts and grievances took the opportunity to wreak havoc.

He just happened to see a convoy, and he joined, just like many casual martial artists.

Most of the casual martial artists, some want to move across regions, some want to go back to the city, etc. For whatever reason, when encountering such a convoy, if the host is willing to pay a certain fee, they can follow behind.

For casual cultivators, this is a guarantee, and you can know it by looking at the team configuration, which is much safer than walking by yourself.

As for the team owner, unless they are cold-hearted or have insufficient ability, they are all human beings. They can help or help in disasters. All martial artists can also form a good relationship. Even in danger, martial artists can also help.

The team is walking so mighty and confident in itself, and is not afraid of having other ideas for casual training, otherwise it will not accept it.

Rather than martial artists, if you want to join the team, you need to pay more, and the number of places is limited. They are to do business, not the rescue team.

There are many such situations now, everywhere, for casual martial artists, if you can piggyback a lot, you can also piggyback.

The team in front of them is pretty good. With only a small fee, the warriors can follow, but it's their own business if they can't keep up.

Soon there was a roar in front, thermal weapons blasted the road, the convoy of warriors attacked, and the front was a deserted town. After cleaning up, prepare to rest and head on tomorrow.

The front convoy staff started to camp, and the casual cultivators at the back did not take care of them. They made arrangements by themselves and could leave whenever they wanted.

"It's really fierce. Just a dozen of the Vulcan cannons and the general level, there must be two or three high-level generals." Together, they all sat nearby and ate at random. thing.

"I heard that this caravan is a family united caravan, and there is a god of war."

"Really, I haven't seen the God of War yet. I only saw it on the Internet. It's basically all phantoms and fuzzy."

"Which is it?"

"This kind of character must not come out in the car, shock is enough."

"God of War, I have fought side by side with God of War."

"It's okay to have a face, you just follow behind."

"Daye, come, eat some." The men were quite enthusiastic, and they passed An Feng some while eating the dried meat.

"Brother, are you hurt? I still have some medicine."

"Thank you." An Feng shook his head, indicating that it was OK.

He has always been ill. The previous battle, the raging grievances of ghosts and spirits has not been calmed down.

There is also a beard on his face. One is that An Feng has no time to deal with it, and the other is helpless.

At any time, anywhere, there are good people and bad people. He looks young, walking alone in the wilderness, with a big backpack, which seems to be the original sin, and it is easy to be attacked. Since he has a beard, the number of attackers has decreased.

So much so that the guys around him thought he was his age, and he spoke very casually. An Feng liked the atmosphere of these adventurous guys and just talked and laughed.

"Daye, so is your family..." The man next to him hadn't finished speaking, and some reacted, "I said, brother, what is your real name? Those who don't know thought we called the uncle."

"Damn, I said I always feel awkward." The people next to each other stared.

"Even if you are called Daye, your last name is An, my uncle?"

"Brothers, I have an idea."

"I have it too."

"beat him?"

I have nothing to do, there are so many warriors who are rare to walk together, and they are quite familiar with each other. They all have the meaning of learning from each other, and they are also playing around here.

There was a crackling, for three seconds, the four big men were soft on the ground, their clothes were disheveled, full of grievances, and they were about to cry.

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