Yang Lin has figured out how to improve his physical strength and blood.

I don't worry about any changes.

Anyway, when he was improving his martial arts, no matter how much time he spent in the illusion of martial arts, he would have been in reality for a few seconds, which could almost be ignored.

However, although the time spent is fake and the event is fake, the body is really strong and there are no other sequelae.

With such a rapid increase in strength, he was afraid that he would have many dreams at night, and he would have gained it and lost it.

You can't keep trying, use it quickly.

Light and shadow change again.

This time, it was still the same mountain and the same forest.

However, his main task was no longer to carry water and chop wood, but to hook his legs on a beam in the kitchen, with his head and feet on his head, and holding a huge spatula in his hand and stir-frying the meal.

This is not a pot, it is simply a boat.

All the monks in the temple are all living a meal...

After he finished frying pot after pot, time passed day by day, and another year passed. When he woke up, his head was still dizzy, and he always felt that he was still hanging upside down.

However, there are also benefits. He found that he stood firmly, as if he had a root under his feet, and he had an illusion in his heart that no one could push him down.

The handwriting on the martial arts panel, the martial arts column, and the iron wire fist have been promoted from strengthening the body to the realm of Tongli, and a random punch breaks the wind and makes sound.

Don't do it, don't stop, come again.

Yang Lin was a little numb, and the pleasure of his rapid increase in strength made him unable to stop.

Almost forgot about reality.

It's like a game that improves the naked eye and does not take time.

Is the time spent in the illusion called time? It is called Nan Ke Yimeng.

‘Come again.’

This time, I finally didn't go up the mountain, but next to a restaurant, with people coming and going on the street, pedestrians in a hurry, and the noodles were covered with dishes.

But I came out of the restaurant in a daze. Before I could see clearly where it was, dozens of men were facing me, each holding a knife and an axe, as well as flat gallbladders and hoes, all rushed towards me with a fierce look.

"Iron Bridge Three, I'm eating shit."

The leading man with a scar on his face cursed angrily and slashed his head.

Yang Lin was confused. Before he could react, he had time to turn his head slightly, and the knife light followed his ear and chopped it to his shoulders and neck.

The severe pain just reached my mind. Yang Lin fell to the ground and twitched a few times. Then there were axes, sticks, hoes and feces that were whispering like raindrops, striking his head and face.

‘I'm dead.’

‘I am I Tieqiao San?’

‘This martial arts order is really good at playing.’

An enlightenment arose in Yang Lin's heart, and then a huge reluctance and humiliation arose from his heart.

Grass……

His eyes were red.

He remembered that he had just been cut by a knife and hoeed, but he was not dead yet. In the end, he was suffocated to death by a fork with suspicious objects on it.

A great shame.

This thought flashed through his mind, and then he found himself standing in front of the restaurant and just stepped out.

Dozens of men rushed up in front of them.

The man with scars slashed at him, shouting, "Iron Bridge Three, I'm eating shit."

‘It turns out that I have returned with the reading file.’

Yang Lin's eyes were blood-red, and without thinking, his feet were intertwined, his body leaned forward, his hands were crossed, and he was divided into a golden hammer, which hit the scar man's chest fiercely.

Before the knife could fall, the man's chest collapsed.

Blood spurted backwards.

When you land, you can only vent your air and no air intake.

Yang Lin's eyes were red, and he went further. He integrated his waist and horse, split his hands with golden bridge, and slashed down diagonally.

The strong man holding an axe and a hoe beside him was hit on his neck without even saying a word, and his bones were clattering violently.

The two of them fell to the ground with a snap and slid far away.

The head is crooked and the eyes are slanted.

Yang Lin was prepared this time, and he punched each step, punched each other, and died twice again accidentally.

Soon, he mastered the method. He fought from the street to the end of the street, and finally defeated more than 20 people. The rest finally lost their fighting spirit and ran away in scattering tears of his father and mother.

Then, the scenery in front of me changed again. From the restaurant to the river, a sand boat was docked. More than 30 short blue jackets and rough men with wind and frost on their faces rushed up again, each holding weapons in their hands.

He died twice and defeated everyone.

Change the scene again, and when we arrived at a mansion, there were five men in black wearing long swords, and beside us was a mourning little girl...

Well, this time, Yang Lin fought for Fantasy for three years.

He felt that he was closing his eyes and was hitting and killing people. He was already confused and didn't know how many times he had died. Finally, he slashed his body with his knife without frowning.

In the last hundreds of fights, he basically passed without any injury. He could see that any of those people was a little stronger than his own. Thirty of them came. With his rich experience and sense of danger, he passed the test at once.

I heard the sound of chickens crowing and dogs barking in my ears.

There are still broken lights in front of me like beans.

Finally back.

Yang Lin's eyes were a little confused, and it took a while before he began to focus.

He bent his waist and took a lunge under his feet. It took him a while to relax.

He tentatively reached out and pinched the foot of the table. With a little force, he put the foot of the table made of huanghuali wood into two pieces.

‘This is true.’

‘My power…’

Yang Lin finally woke up completely.

I stared at my hands in a daze, and it was still so white and tender, but the power was very different, and the way of using force was extremely clever.

Especially with two armies, it feels like iron and steel.

Hey……

His feet slipped lightly, and he reached the corner of the house with one step, and he sank his shoulders and exerted force, and his fist hit the wall.

The blue bricks on the wall shattered, and a loud bang made a loud bang.

"What's up?"

A scream came from the outer compartment.

With a plop.

It was the little mushroom that fell under the bed.

With his sleepy eyes open, the little girl was full of panic. She suddenly opened the curtain and saw Yang Linjing naked and punching, while the powder on the wall was still scattering.

"Young Master, are you destroying the house if you don't sleep?"

The little mushroom's face was covered in black lines, and he could see a slightly tilted table with a broken leg at a glance.

When I looked up, I saw dust floating in the air, and a hole as big as a bowl appeared on the wall, and the skylight outside the house shone in.

Slowly, she opened her mouth wide and kept saying oh, not knowing what she was talking about.

"It's not me, don't talk nonsense, I don't..."

Yang Lin was very embarrassed and said quickly.

I found an old piece of clothing and stuffed the hole. Then, I turned the table in a direction and leaned against the wall, so that nothing happened.

After doing this, he felt a little guilty when he saw the little mushroom's small thin eyebrows.

Just as I was about to say something, my eyes turned dark and my head was dizzy. With a loud bang, I fell to the ground and fainted.

"Young Master, Young Master, don't worry, I didn't mean to scare you."
Chapter completed!