090 Beckman

Beckman's fists and feet are very sharp, but what's more powerful is that he has the cold air on his fists and feet, towards the cold wind with ice sheets. Every time he hits the ghost, he has a feeling of freezing immediately. Fortunately, the natural power can absorb the vitality of the surrounding trees at any time to supplement it, otherwise the ghost would have been beaten into an ice sculpture by Beckman. .

As it got dark, Beckman and Agui lay in the newly built snow house, looked at the burning flames, and slowly chatted.

"Why do you look like you're going to breathe cold? It makes me so cold every time!" The ghost lay on a simple bed made of branches and looked at Beckman opposite and asked.

"This is my fighting spirit, hehe, it's really lucky to get it," Beckman touched the palm of his hand and said, "I'm not good. I happened to be in a snow cellar when I was born. At that time, our village encountered a once-in-century snowstorm, and the whole village was buried by heavy snow, and I died with a sound. My father held me in his arms and died for a few days. When someone opened my house and found me, I don't know how many days I have been in that snow cellar!"

"God bless you! I didn't freeze to death!" Beckman sighed, "Half of the more than 20 households in the village died, and the rest of the people who are still alive are regardless of your family. Everyone gathered in a big room to survive the coldest winter. I was saved by them, and in the future, they will become my parents..."

"Later, I began to practice martial arts. Originally, I planned to be an ordinary hunter and live in the village to take care of everyone all my life. At that time, I found that the cold air left in my body from a child slowly turned into a strange strength that could be controlled. It was not until I met the elder of the ice and snow god religion that I knew that I had been ice and snow. In the view of the god, he was confused and had an extremely pure ice fighting spirit. Ha ha, at that time, I was also young, and what he said almost became a loyal believer of the Ice and Snow God Religion. But in the Ice and Snow God Religion, I met my woman, hehe, a beautiful and indifferent girl.

Beckman's bright eyes showed a little tenderness. Although he is nearly 100 years old, he still looks like a middle-aged uncle who misses his daughter-in-law.

"I'm a poor boy. She is the maid of the Ice and Snow God Religion. Oh, just like Xiaonu, she is a maid who specializes in serving the ice and snow saint. The skills of the Ice and Snow God Religion are ruthless, but we just attract each other and finally walk together behind everyone behind their backs." Beckman smiled gently and face Happy appearance, "We were both kicked out of the ice and snow god religion, but those days were the happiest time in my life. We traveled around the mountains and rivers. In a few years, we walked all over the country. Later, we gave birth to two daughters. The eldest son was also born with ice fighting spirit. As a result, she sent her back to the ice god religion to be a saint. The girl has been following me, hehe, and now she is also a good warrior.

"The colder my fighting spirit is, the more powerful I play. Ha ha, to be honest, in an environment like Lebanon and Canada, I was born to have an advantage!" Beckman smiled and lay on the branch with his face back.

Although the ghost would like to ask more about Beckman's experience, such as how he practiced and how his wife is now... It seems that Beckman is going to sleep.

The ghost has run away after the snowflakes drifted. In terms of the speed of escape, the ghost can be said to be the top level of the mainland. Beckman also admitted that if he only relied on his legs and feet, he may not be able to catch up with this rabbit-like ghost boy, but a clear footprint on the ground is like a huge The road sign pointed straight to the direction of the ghost. Beckman quickly tied the snowboard and touched his chest and was secretly surprised. The ghost was really too miscellaneous. The punch full of penetrating force had made Beckman feel amazing, and the strangeness of this palm was no worse than that punch!

The more Beckman is, the more interested he is. Even the boring chase becomes interesting because of the strange fists and feet that the ghosts keep coming out. What's more, the ghosts are also a good hunter, and there are many traps and ropes, but on this white ground, some simple traps are too easy to find. In particular, Beckman used to be a good hunter, so now the ghost has been running with pure feet and rarely waste time setting traps.

If you want to be dark, you must use more advanced and insidious!