Nibreda Island.

It was April, and the air was a little humid, and the sea breeze with fresh air blew over the camp.

The sky is blue and cloudless, and you can see the sky at a glance.

Fang Cheng stood outside the door, leaning comfortably on the door frame.

"I'll go to Hacksaw Mountain tomorrow... Alas, I don't know when this battle will end."

"However, I have attribute abilities. For me, danger and opportunity coexist. As long as I keep hunting the enemy of cloth trash and obtaining the meta-energy point... the peak of the profession level should be very fast."

"It's really unimaginable that it is, flying at a low altitude, not afraid of missiles, nuclear bombing, and internal gas evolved into true gas."

Fang Cheng's eyes flashed.

The essence of internal force is strength and strength.

And when it comes to true qi, it is the true evolution and transformation, completely breaking away from scientific principles and completely bidding farewell to normal humans.

True Qi can be concentrated and condensed, dispersed and transformed.

No wonder the national-level warrior is called legends coming to the world and myths reveal their true meanings.

This has almost deviated from the scope of martial arts, and has transformed from physical body, mechanics, into supernatural and supermartial arts.

Fang Cheng sighed lightly and looked at the lilac attribute symbol below his field of view:

"Strength: 3.6, Agility: 1.8, Spirit: 1.6, Metaphysics: 10.2."

Unfortunately... the advanced horizontal practice of Taijin Body is quite difficult. After practicing for four months, I have just started.

Taijin's identity is an entry-level, small success, and big success.

So, after the Chinese New Year, Fang Cheng added a little more to his spirit.

Fang Cheng was full of joy and thought that when his spirit improved, his understanding and thinking improved, but there was no effect at all.

The cultivation of Taijin Body is still extremely slow.

Fang Cheng frowned, walked into the room, closed the iron gate, and said to himself: "It's almost... the Taijin body is about to break through."

Once the Taijin body is small, add points directly and break through to the mid-level of the profession level!

As for this spirit... after adding so many points, there is still no use for birds. Forget it... it mainly focuses on strength and agility.

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The next day, the top of the hacksaw.

The black man Daimon prayed for breakfast and muttered for a while before opening his eyes.

"well."

Captain Wang Youwei raised his eyelids, swallowed a mouthful of noodles in his mouth, and urged: "Eat quickly, and be wary after you finish eating."

The white man also said, "Praying every day will take more time. In these few minutes, I have finished eating."

Black Damon shrugged.

Believing in the Lord and Christ is his faith. Without this faith, he would not know whether he could persist here.

Captain Wang Youwei smiled and said, "Compared with lunch, the spam lunch meat and compressed calorie biscuits for supper, I personally like to eat noodles."

“Hi Boss, lunch meat is the best.”

The white man curled his lips, looked at the noodles in the bowl, sighed again, and said, "Okay, at least we can still cook our own food. I heard that on the front line, twenty large pots are cooked from morning to night, and we have to take turns to eat..."

The black man looked a little desperate: "It's better to keep eating compressed cookies and lunch meat."

...

Fang Cheng swallowed the noodles in one mouthful, chewed the noodles in his mouth, and stood up.

The black man Damon called out, "Man, have you finished eating?"

"Well, I'll go and guard and change Chen Hu for dinner."

Fang Cheng nodded and walked to a mountain bag fifty meters away.

The mountain bag is about four or five meters long, and Chen Hu is squatting on it.

Fang Cheng smiled: "I'm squatting again, and every time Damon is always surprised."

"The same is true for the Gangman."

Fang Cheng shook his head: "It may be a problem with their bones. Although they can squat down evenly and maintain a stable center of gravity, they are not used to it after all."

"Haha, okay. I won't discuss this anymore. Look at it and I'll go to have a meal first."

"good."

Fang Cheng's eyes were calm, his body bounced, and he rose from the ground, and his whole person rotated in the air and landed steadily on the mountain bag.

Well...these trees are as green as cartoons, so beautiful.

Fang Cheng narrowed his eyes and glanced around.

The sea breeze blew on Fang Cheng's face and on his hair with a faint salty smell. Fang Cheng touched his hair and smiled bitterly.

Before leaving from the sea of ​​clouds, Lin Nuannuan accompanied him to take care of his hair.

From short and long hair to short hair.

It was so cool, the wind blew on the scalp and a feeling of comfort came from.

Um?

Fang Cheng's eyes moved and he looked carefully in the bushes.

There seemed to be some movement just now...Huh? Green light spots, cloth trash enemy!

Fang Cheng shouted lightly: "There is something!"

The four of them were stunned and hurriedly stood up, either picked up their swords and spears, or put on thorn gloves, and crossed a few times to come to Fang Cheng's side.

There was a noodles next to Chen Hu's mouth. He bit it off and spit it on the ground: "Damn, these beasts, I haven't finished my lunch yet."

Fang Cheng jumped off the mountain bag: "The number is not very large."

Captain Wang Youwei shouted in a deep voice: "Prepare for battle!"

Ten seconds later.

"Ahhh!"

More than a dozen cloth trash enemies jumped out of the bushes and attacked the five people.

The black man Damon was stunned and sneered:

"Only one group of cloth trash enemies? Seventeen? Well, appetizer."

Fang Cheng curled his lips and didn't say anything. He picked up the big knife and shot forward.

The four people rushed up to see Fang Cheng, and had no time to look at each other, so they followed closely.

Captain Wang Youwei secretly wondered why Dacheng was so active? Could it be... Will there be pleasure in killing the Buzhe enemy?

Fang Cheng glanced at him and was a little disappointed.

Among this group of cloth trash enemies, there is no commander-level cloth trash enemies.

"Okay... no matter how small the mosquito is, it's still meat!"

Fang Cheng's huge force exploded, accelerating again, and the wet land exploded with a bang. He picked up the big knife and swung it.

"Swoosh! Swish!"

The sound of wind and the sound of chopping are combined.

The two cloth trash enemies were directly cut off in half.

The green blood splashed, and the only thing that was about to stop was that it was not intended. When the toes were a little, the body changed direction in an instant, and a slash was made.

A cloth trash enemy exclaimed resentment, screamed viciously, and flew skillfully, about to fall from Fang Cheng diagonally above and bit Fang Cheng's head.

"Sa!"

The big sword brings out a tremendous sound of wind.

The three eyes of the cloth trash enemy were wide open, and their nostrils closed in an instant, stretching out their arms and toes in an attempt to block them.

"Hiss."

The toes of the arms were torn apart, and then the big knife fell, cutting off the head of the Buzhe Enemy.

Fang Cheng sneered.

The internal force is attached to the big sword, and the professional-level strength of the cloth trash enemy cannot resist it at all.

Although it cannot be substantive, the "attachment" of internal forces is still very simple.

"A bad beast!"

Fang Cheng's eyes trembled and looked at the source of the sound: Wang Youwei.
To be continued...