Chapter 002: For sexual blessing, kill!

demeanor, demeanor, calmness, calmness, I am a promising practitioner, and I can't have the same experience as the shameless man Hao Bangbang.

Take a deep breath and sink into Dantian. For a long time, Haoren, who was so angry that his soul was turbulent, finally suppressed the impulse to beat people. A harmless and animal-loving smile appeared on his face. His tone was calm and kind: "Well, we will be a family in the future. Since we are a family, then tell me, what will you do?"

"Pick up girls!" Hao Bangbang's voice is simple and loud.

Picking up girls? Haoren took a strange look at the lower body of Hao's stick. Does the instrument also have gender?

"Well... I began to have spiritual knowledge, that is, a man. After watching your masterpiece just now, the feeling of picking up girls has become more and more intense." Haobang shouted excitedly, and the man who had just come out of the heavy prison for 50 years looked at Haoren with the old eyes of a nightclub.

Suddenly, his big eyes stared at each other, and his eyes were full of Qiran. When it comes to this topic, both of them are difficult brothers, and no one is better than anyone else.

Haobang avoided Haoren's eyes: "Don't look at me, although it's an instrument, the setting of "Inji" is like this, and I can't change it. I can only guide your practice. There is nothing else I can do.

Damn Wuji, you can't be so shameless to make classics! Calm down, calm down, today's plan is to find a shortcut to advance to immortals as soon as possible.

"There is no shortcut, and it takes a long time to practice and understand Wuji. If there is a shortcut, I will help you long ago. You know, you're dead, and I'll finish playing." Haobang seemed to see what Hao was thinking. He waved his hand and stroked in the air. Hundreds of millions of words of "Inji" appeared in the sky.

Haoren smiled bitterly, shook his head, looked at the dense "Inextreme", and couldn't help but feel his scalp numb. After reading so many words one by one, I don't know what year and month, not to mention reading and understanding: "How can I protect myself?"

Haobang laughed a few times and said mysteriously, "The only thing you can do is to improve your skills and save your life. I can't help you repair the soul, but in terms of skills, I say the second, and no one dares to say the first. In Wuji, there are only legal decisions and no tricks. The master needs to experience, understand and summarize the combat skills suitable for the master, so it is called Wuji.

I X, damn Wuji.

Hao Bangbang said proudly, "So, people who practice Wuji will die. But once you practice, there is no way back, because you stop practicing and die worse.

I X, damn Wuji, how can it be so shameless? Haoren wanted to cry without tears. Looking at Haobang's gloating, he couldn't wait to kick him to death. The thief laughed, and there must be a big conspiracy.

Sure enough, Hao Bangbang said, "I can cut time and space and send you to a place where you can exercise your skills."

Where? Will people die? If not, send me there?" The hunch was confirmed, but knowing that it was a trap, Haoren had to jump.

No one else, in order to enjoy sexual happiness in this life.

"Endless abyss, for human beings, is the underworld, the underworld... You will not die, but injuries are inevitable. Remember, today's task is to kill 10 skeletons with bare hands. The maximum is 100 skeletons, and they will automatically leave the endless abyss after killing. Hao Bangbang looked like a conspiracy succeeding, raising his hands and clapping his hands.

The scenery in front of him changed, and Hao people appeared in the endless abyss. At that time, the blood moon hung in the sky, the sky and the earth were bloody, and the ground was gray. The corpses were all over the ground, and countless skeletons collided and fought fiercely. They took action ruthlessly, either viciously or tyrannically. In the whole battlefield, there was no shout, only a piece of killing and the tragedy of death.

Inhale, Haoren suddenly took a breath. He, who has been king in the online world, said something bad. He has never even killed a chicken. How could he ever seen such a horrible scene?

I don't know when a skeleton with an iron sheet appeared beside him, with a knife in front of it. Before the knife fell, he had already felt the strong murderous spirit and the coldness that was about to face death. A skeleton, as the name implies, is the human body, peeling off all the flesh, leaving only bones. But the skeleton in front of him is obviously different from other skeletons. At least, he can kill people.

Fhost!

Hao people scream strangely, crawling and rolling, running like a headless fly. Behind him was a skeleton with white facial features.

Why are there more and more skeletons? No, I looked around. Shit, I ran to the skeleton group when I fled for my life.

It's over!

Looking at all kinds of weapons, iron pieces, bricks, skulls... Haoren lamented, squatted down, put his hands on his head, and muttered, "Brother, don't slap me in the face. I still have to rely on my face to eat."

Bang, butt is hit by a stick, damn, it hurts, it hurts to die.

Bang, the skull hit on the head. Oh, my God, it really hurts. Hao people howled, jumped desperately, and blood was everywhere.

"Hao Bangbang, hurry up and pull me out." The body was still in the air, and Haoren shouted hurriedly.

The stick floated out in the void, still dressed in white, looking extremely holy, and incompatible with the surrounding gray scenery. The guy smiled and said, "My lord, to be honest, there is nothing I can do. The only way to get out of here is to kill 10 skeletons with bare hands. After saying that, the grandson carried his hands on his back and disappeared leisurely without a trace.

"Fuck..." Haoren scolded, but as soon as he said a word, a shadow passed by. Soldier, I don't know what hit his chin, his head suddenly raised, turned back to a 90-degree angle, and his body did free fall. Boom, the big body fell from the air and hit the ground fiercely, stirring up dust all over the sky. But the skeletons did not intend to let go of this unlucky guy, like dozens of hooligans beating a man, swarming up and beating Hao people.

Suddenly, there was a crackling sound, a ghost crying and howling.

MD, tell you not to slap me in the face. You just hit me in the face. I can't be a sick cat. The clay figurine also had three points of anger. What's more, Haoren, who was on the verge of death, was stimulated by the blood hidden in his heart. He touched it randomly, grabbed a square thing, kicked his legs, jumped high, and cut down on the nearest skeleton.

With a loud noise, the skeleton could not dodge. It was split in the head, the pale head was patted into dust, and the bones were splashed everywhere. With a cry, the dark green soul light ignited on the skeleton. The light of the soul was like a spiritual knowledge. As soon as it appeared, it penetrated into Hao's body and penetrated into the space of Xumi.

"Master, the power just now is helpful for repairing your soul. Absorb more." Life hastily conveyed an extremely clear message.

"Is there anything wrong with absorbing too much?" Haoren was overjoyed and cautiously confirmed it.

"No!" Life clearly replied, "I don't know what's going on. My body can purify the soul of the skeleton and transform it into the most primitive and pure soul power you need."

Cool.

Is it the reason for the treasures of Buddhism, Taoism and Christianity? Haoren was overjoyed and full of ambition. He held high a brick and pointed to the surrounding skeletons. No, it was hundreds of thousands of great tonics and shouted: "No matter how high the martial arts are, I'm afraid of kitchen knives. No matter how good the skeletons are, a brick will be photographed. Look at my brother's invincible bricks.

"My lord, you have violated the rules. You can't use weapons for the time being." Haobang appeared like a ghost, taking away the bricks in Haoren's hands.

Sun, Haoren looked angry, pointed to Haobang, trembling, and was about to lose his temper. Hao Bangbang quickly retreated and smiled: "My lord, look at my grandson."

He stretched out his finger and lightningly touched the most vulnerable part of the nearest skeleton. "Wow", like a bullet hit the glass, the skeleton broke into countless pieces.

Hao people inhale cold air, is this product so powerful? Then I tortured him just now... Will this guy take the opportunity to revenge?

Haobang shook his head and spread his hands helplessly: "My lord, don't forget that I'm your weapon. I can't do anything to you... In a word, you just need to understand one thing. If you die, I will die; if I die, you will be fine."

Haoren breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the skeletons surging around him like flies, and then looked at his slightly thin hands, and a deep sense of powerlessness surged into his heart.

"Remember, there is no best move, only the most suitable. No matter how powerful the tricks are, after you learn them, you can only get infinitely close to the person who creates tricks, but you can't surpass him. Therefore, I can only take you to get started and tell you the most basic things. The rest is up to you. Haobang carried his hands on his back, like a kind grandfather teaching his grandson: "The true meaning of second kill is that even towering trees have weaknesses. Find the weakest place, attack with appropriate force, and you can kill in seconds."

Hao stick floats into the skeleton group, twisting strangely all over, or legs, or hands, or fingers, or palms, or back, or head, wherever it goes, the sound is continuous. In less than a second, with him as the center, all the skeletons within a meter were killed, and the skeleton debris piled up high and surrounded him.

Second kill, it's really a second kill!

The corners of Haoren's eyes couldn't help twitching, killing the enemy invisibly between talking and laughing. What is a master? This is a master. MD, it's hard for me to accept such an NB device.

"Do you understand?" Hao Bangbang showed off proudly like a triumphant general. Haoren's old face turned red, and he gave a thumbs-up to the cool guy speechlessly. He was surprised. He still remembers there.

Hey, Hao Bangbang sighed and looked like he hated it: "I'll slow down and learn more." Another round of killing began, and the sound of skeletons falling was like a torrential river, endless, and like the Yellow River flooding, which was out of control.

No matter what method and what part of the goods attack, it accurately calculates the position of its center of gravity, the other party and its own height, the other party's posture, strength, speed and other factors, and then reacts to attack a certain point of the skeleton, that is, the most vulnerable part of the skeleton. Looking at this guy's appearance, although he is leisurely walking, his muscles are beating rhythmically. After each attack, he will take advantage of the opportunity to complete the next round of attacks, striving to achieve the greatest, fastest and most accurate lethality with the minimum physical consumption.

That means that Haobang has calculated and arranged everything in a glance... Awesome, awesome, really great. No wonder he named himself Haobangbang, and Haoren stroked his hands and marveled.

"Look at me!" Hao pulled up, as agile as an ape, grabbed a skeleton, quickly left the battlefield with speed, and hid far away. There were no skeletons around. He squatted down and frowned, looking at the skeleton like a curious baby looking at an ant.

"My lord, what are you doing?" Haobang followed curiously and squatted down.

"Study the structure of skeletons and look for weaknesses!" Haoren didn't raise his head, as if the skeleton was a peerless beauty. Haobang looked at Haoren with approval, smiled, stood up, and swept for him.

For a long time, Haoren seemed to have experience. He danced excitedly and jumped into the skeleton group.

Oh, my mother, it hurts me to death, 5555... After the ghost cried and howled, the blue-faced Haoren came back with a gray face and grabbed a skeleton... For a long time, history repeated... The cycle continued. Of course, after a few rounds, someone has become unable to even recognize him.