Obviously sad again.

"I don't know, how long will this heaven be?" Lin Feng murmured.

But it's not wasted, even if it's only half an hour...

OK.

What I lack the most is time!

Cultivation is a process of accumulating less and becoming more numerous.

Time passes soon.

As the deep voice in his mind sounded again, Lin Feng killed himself.

This time, the Golden Pig in the Knife Prison was more than the other end of the first level, and it suffered a "inhumane" torture for half an hour.

The third heaven.

Ten ‘Man-Devouring Crazy Racquets’!

"It's a pity that I haven't mastered the 'perfect level' body technique yet." Lin Feng said inwardly.

Despite the short battle with Teacher Bingshuang that day, I seemed to feel the feeling I used to be again.

but……

But it was just a moment.

It's like a volcano erupting, immersing it for a long time, but only once.

"Maybe, only when you really exceed the load of strength will you feel that way again?" Lin Feng thought secretly in his heart, and then turned into a meteor and rushed towards the ten "human-eating crazy raccoons".

Although there is no perfect body technique, Lin Feng is no longer as embarrassed as the first time.

because……

The existence of gun intention!

Peng Ran's momentum completely occupied the initiative in the battle. With just a short attack, Lin Feng took away the lives of three "Human-Devouring Crazy Cypress". The spear in his hand was tarred and shocked, and suddenly, a powerful energy burst out.

"Huh?" Lin Feng's eyes flashed.

"This defense of the Red Snake Flame Dance seems to have improved...the effect!" A perfect connection, and suddenly—

Chi! Chi!

It was like a giant snake opening its bloody mouth. In an instant, the overwhelming intent of the gun was to swallow the "Human-Devouring Crazy Cypress".

"Sure enough, the practice of basic marksmanship is very effective!" Lin Feng's eyes lit up.

In less than a stick of incense, nine of the ten "Men-Devouring Crazy Racquets" were emptied.

"The first time I was on the third day, I spent an hour; the second time, I spent a quarter of an hour." Lin Feng thought lightly, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "And this time, it only took an incense stick."

Progress is significant!

"Sure enough, as Teacher Bingshuang said, the realm of shooting skills is really-" Lin Feng's eyes were bright.

“It’s so important!”

(The second update is delivered) (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!