Doomsday Pavilion

(Thank you very much to the book friends, orange wheat field with 10,000 starting coins for rewards, promotion of the rudder master, three views and thanks.)

Wilderness, Yanhui Mountain, Lin's House.

Shen Feng and Lin Chou stood facing each other, and saw his palms hit each other, the whole person opened like a quaint long bow, his left leg leaned forward and the right leg was slightly bent, putting in a textbook-like starting hand position.

The phrase Leng Bingcui should cook well, but it hurt Lin Chou's fragile heart deeply.

Yes, it is so sensitive.

What's the matter, I'll cook well?I'm not good...

Nonsence!

The buddies are also very skilled, okay?A giant python that is tens of meters long can be easily photographed into scum!

Therefore, the martial artist Shen Feng, who has just recovered from a serious injury, insists on asking Kung Fu-martial artist, it is obvious that people are following the flow of technology.

In addition to a bunch of menus, Lin Chou, the half-awake awakener, has no fart skills.

Lin Chou wondered, in his situation, it seemed that he could work on the martial artist.

When Shen Feng heard about what Lin Chou was going to do, he almost died of anger. You said that you, a superior awakened person, must learn kung fu?This is not nonsense, what is this?

Unable to withstand Lin Chou's soft and hard soaking and the fragrance of Sancai Snake Wine, Shen Feng gave in.

Shen Feng thought to himself, Mom’s martial artist is poor, and the poor are about to sell their pants. Lao Tzu wants to be an awakened person just like you, and it is guilty to sell meat for a few jars of three-color snake wine.. Dignity??

"See what is coming?"

"what??"

It just depends on you put on a cool look, what else?

Shen Feng said funny,

"No wonder you are still a first-order. Do you understand what force is? Do you know how powerful you are?"

Lin Chou shook his head and nodded, and spent a second asking about the fucking system.

"I don't know what force is, but I have 12,600 kilograms of force."

The answer of the system is that each point of attribute power is equal to one hundred kilograms of actual power, each point of agility is equal to one point of speed, and each point of intelligence...cough cough, forget it.

Lin Chou's current strength is 126 points, isn't it just 12,600 kilograms of strength.

Shen Feng's eyes were puffing out.

"You, what are you talking about?"

Lin Chou shrugged, "Twelve thousand six hundred kilograms."

"I didn't ask you how many kilograms... I asked how you can accurately determine how many kilograms of power you have?"

Lin Chou can't always say that he has an attribute table, right?

This thing can't be explained even if it is placed on the awakened and mutant!

Shen Feng frowned, "You are waiting..."

Then I went to the car and took out a heavy metal disc, slapped it on the hemlock, and the metal disc firmly absorbed the tree.

"This is a boxing meter. Use your whole strength to hit it."

"Left Fist"

"boom"

"12599"

"Come again."

"12599"

"Right Fist"

"boom"

"12601"

"Come again!"

"12601"

Shen Feng was dumbfounded, and carefully checked the fist meter twice, "No problem?"

"What's wrong with Brother Shen?"

Shen Feng scratched his head, "Our martial artist, from Tier 1 to Tier 5, in addition to the necessary moves and weapons, we have spent our entire life learning how to control power, master power, and be able to send and receive from the heart, and with ease, we are entering the room. But you …I can’t control it with such precision myself...You are simply a freak, with zero boxing error. This TM Tier 5 warrior can’t do it! What else do you want me to teach you?”

Lin Chou smiled embarrassedly, "Um, moves!! Roar ha ha, Jianglong eighteen palms, little Wuxiang Gong, Tianshan Zhemei hands..."

Shen Feng vomited out old blood.

"That's all the whimsical ancients before the cataclysm. If you really want to have that ability, the warrior has already bombarded the earth, and what kind of cataclysm is needed. However, Brother Lin, a young man of your age, actually likes to watch the alleys. The old movie before the cataclysm?"

"That's not it, Brother Shen, let me tell you that when I was a kid, I wanted to be a thief who wielded the sword in a righteous manner... I was almost smashed into a fool by my dad's ham..."

Well, movies can only tell you what a story is, but reality will tell you what pain is.

The corner of Shen Feng's mouth twitched, "Well, what has your talent awakened?...Uh, when I didn't ask, what attack skills do you know? It's a move!"

Lin Chou was really not embarrassed to say such a shocking name as "living corpse rolling pin forty-nine pose", so he picked it up and played it again.

It really is the sun and the moon, the sky is dark and the sky is dark, sand and rocks,

"Brother Shen, how are you."

Numerous messy and bare soil layers were opened by pears on the ground, like ugly scars, the branches and leaves of Naxiang Hongdou were lying on the ground, very miserable.

Pushing up the fallen chin with his hand, by the way, he threw away half of the sticky red bean fruit on his face, and two kilograms of soil were shaken from his clothes. The muscles on Chen Feng's face twitched, his eyes horrified and desperate, and he said nothing. Turn around and leave.

"Hey! Hey! Brother Shen, what are you doing?"

"Go home...a cup of hot tea and be shocked!"

"I have three-color snake wine, I'll treat you!"

Hey?Have a drink?

"Well, let me tell you, Lin'er, world martial artist, you can't talk about rank, but there are roughly three kinds."

"Oh!"

Lin Chou looked at Shen Feng sincerely.

Shen Feng coughed, walked to the pavilion and sat on a chair, his eyes floated, "Pour the wine!"

"Oh oh oh!"

"A third-rate warrior, just like your brother Shen, will enter the hall."

"Third-rate? Which third-rate?"

Shen Feng thought for a while, and said unfathomably,

"Bleeding, sweating, tearing."

Lin Chou gave a thumbs up, "It's amazing my brother!"

"Second-rate martial artist, small achievement, bleeding and tears."

"Sweat anymore? Why?"

"Practicing qi and transforming essence, the origin is integrated, what kind of sweat do you still sweat?"

"First-class martial artist, great perfect state."

"Which is first-rate? I guess it's only tears? Men who have tears don't flick, but they are not sad!"

"Shit," Shen Feng's eyes were greatly fascinated, "It's a scam! Everything in front of you, the awakened mutant, the alien animal, the living corpse, the magic plant, are all chickens and dogs, which can be turned into ashes at hand. But Wuyang catches turtles, flips hands for clouds and hands for rain, with a movement of divine thought, the sword flies, taking the head of a person thousands of miles away!"

Lin Chou almost didn't get killed by thunder, "Well, Brother Shen, the base city is still showing the movie of Shushan??"

"..."

Lin Chou smiled and asked, "Brother Shen, you said I belong to a few martial artists, how did I use the shovel method just now?"

Shen Feng thought for a while, "You, first-class shovel method!"

"One, first class?"

Haha, that means you guys are first-rate masters?!

Although a bit obtrusive...

But I should come a few more times!

Shen Feng curled his lips and looked at the boss Xiaolin who was in fantasy.

"Yes, first-class shovel method, referred to as flow shovel!"

Ni, Nima!

"Haha, brother Lin, you have a body of power, but you don't know how to use it. You can only fall into the category of influx... I can't teach you anything, you should be an awakened honestly."

"..."

Shen Feng rested while returning to the car, leaving the disc hanging on the tree for Lin Chou to practice boxing.

It is said that this thing is extremely sturdy, commonly known as the martial artist's air bag, and it is not bad if it is beaten casually.

Well, hero Lin's dream is broken, and he needs something to vent.

Lin Chou sighed, a little sad,

"There is a flow if there is no flow, hey."

As the sky darkened, Lin Chou climbed up the tree of his home. When he was halfway through his climb, the red beans in the yard began to glow daily, forming a fluorescent ocean.

When Lin Chou was just practicing the 49th pose of the living corpse rolling pin, he shoveled a lot of nataka red beans, exposing patches of black soil. Against the backdrop of the surrounding fluorescence, a huge, dark "rolling" "The word, as the Naxiang red beans grow rapidly, they are submerged by the green sea and disappear.

Hey, incompetent shovel, who knows.