A million ways to survive in the dungeon

afternoon.

Dinner is at six o'clock in the evening.

Meet at the entrance of the Adventurer's Guild at five o'clock, and Kacheski will lead the way.

Zheng Qian was in a good mood after putting on new clothes. After a simple lunch, he said goodbye to Mao Nanbei and went to the prison.

Zhao Aotian made it clear that he would invite Zheng Qian's entire team.

Zheng Qian never likes to take the initiative to give face to others.

But Zhao Aotian is his biggest rich man, so he has to give him face even if he doesn't give it to him.

No, in fact, Zheng Qian is very happy to give him face now.

Therefore, Zheng Sepi is indispensable for the entire team.

Zheng Sepi was released from prison at three o'clock in the afternoon, and Zheng Gan had to pick him up.

So after lunch and buying a bottle of goat milk for Mao Nanbei, Zheng Qian headed towards the prison.

Mao Nanbei had nothing to do, so he wandered around the guild.

One p.m.

The bright sun in the sky is like a refrigerator light bulb in winter, serving no purpose other than lighting.

"Hey Hey!"

In the guild's public training room, the girl was sweating like rain.

He kept attacking the pure mithril steel man post, and sweated out a lot with every punch and kick.

The granite floor under the girl's feet was even soaked with sweat.

"Wind God Legs!"

boom!

He kicked the steel man post with all his strength, making a loud noise like a bomb.

However, despite the loud sound, the steel man stake did not move at all.

Not to mention leaving a mark, not even a slight shake.

The exhausted Shen Jingbing fell to the ground, panting heavily.

She wanted to drink water.

I picked up the bamboo cup next to me and saw that there was no drop of water in it.

This is the sixteenth glass of water today.

Dragging her tired body, Shen Jingbing came to the water connection point and clicked the valve a few times, only to find that there was no water in several boxes.

Ask the property manager next to you.

But the uncle was holding a teapot with a purple clay pot in his mouth, basking in the sun leisurely and saying: "There was such a big fuss a few days ago, and there was a problem with the guild's water supply. Now the water supply is picked manually every day. The workers are off work today, and it will probably be repaired tomorrow."

"Yes... yes, thank you sir."

Shen Jingbing lowered her head in frustration and returned to the steel man post.

But he couldn't muster the strength to punch again.

Not because of thirst.

It's just that Shen Jingbing began to doubt herself.

Is this kind of training really useful?

That night, Zheng Qian's back and heroic posture left a deep impression on her heart.

Although I heard that Zheng Qian was knocked unconscious later.

But the posture of strolling among all the beasts completely conquered Shen Jingbing.

Compared with an unattainable strong man like Zhao Aotian, it is more practical to chase after a second-tier master like Zheng Qian.

"Hey!"

Another hard punch.

The steel dummy remained motionless.

I have no use for it at all.

That night, I was forced to leave the game without killing a single monster.

"Hey!"

When I came out of the countryside, my fellow villagers expected me to become a Ningjin-level adventurer and return home, bringing more resources to my hometown so that the young people there could develop.

But I have never been able to become stronger.

I'm so useless.

When will I become as powerful as Zheng Gan and the others? !

"Hey!"

I'm so useless.

I'm a burden wherever I go.

"Hey!"

"Hehehe, it's useless for you to hit me like this, meow."

At this time, a familiar voice came from above.

Looking up, I saw Mao Nanbei sitting on the edge of the eaves with two glasses of goat's milk, looking at him with interest.

On her face was her signature lively, cat-like smile.

"Cat...Ms. Cat Nanbei? Why are you here?"

Shen Jingbing quickly stood up straight and tidied her hair.

"Hey."

Jumping down from the five-meter-high eaves and landing on your toes, there was not only no sound, but not even a breath of breeze.

Shen Jingbing would be amazed by such delicate and agile movements no matter how many times he saw them.

Really... exactly like a cat.

What kind of brutal training does it take to have such skills?

Looking at Mao Nanbei's hands and feet, the limbs are round and round, and the skin is as white as snow. No muscle lines can be seen. She is as young as a young lady who has not received any training.

This abnormal strength and physical strength made Shen Jingbing envious.

"Hey, do you want some goat's milk, meow?"

Mao Nanbei politely took out another cup of goat's milk.

Shen Jingbing, whose throat was smoking, took the goat's milk and said a little embarrassedly: "Thank you... thank you."

"You're welcome, meow. You took me to pick out clothes this morning. This is a thank you gift, meow."

Mao Nanbei raised his eyebrows and came forward, smiling: "Besides, drinking more dairy products can also keep the next generation well-fed."

She arched Shen Jingbing's chest with her elbow.

Shen Jingbing was stunned.

He looked down at his upper body, which he could almost use to chop vegetables.

Take another look at Mao Nanbei’s proud figure.

Her little face suddenly turned red.

"It turns out there is a secret to Miss Mao Nanbei's good figure."

"Hey hey meow."

Raising his head and chest, Mao Nanbei looked proud: "I'm not bragging, dogs like me, meow. Every time I hug him, his face turns red and his heart beats faster, meow."

"Is that so?"

Holding her chest, Shen Jingbing secretly made a determination for herself that only she knew.

After drinking goat milk and replenishing water and protein, Shen Jingbing felt that her whole body was full of strength again.

She looked at Mao Nanbei and said with some curiosity: "That... that... Miss Mao Nanbei."

"What's wrong, meow?"

"me……"

Shen Jingbing pinched the edge of Jinzhuang and encouraged her courage: "I am weak. Although Mr. Zheng Qian does not dislike me and lets me join the team, I know that I have been holding back, so... so...

I want to become stronger, and I hope I can be useful. Miss Mao Nanbei, please tell me, how can I become as strong as you?

No, as long as I have half of you, I will be satisfied. "

Facing Shen Jingbing's solemn request, Mao Nanbei drank goat's milk and said indifferently: "Impossible, how can a human be half as good as me?"

"Huh? Human?" Shen Jingbing was stunned.

Only then did Mao Nanbei realize that he had said the wrong thing, and quickly changed his words: "Ah, what, what I mean is that people and their qualities cannot be generalized, meow."

A look of inferiority suddenly appeared on Shen Jingbing's face.

Obviously, she interpreted Mao Nanbei's words as saying that she was not talented enough.

Mao Nanbei is not an idiot either.

She is not very intelligent, only compared to Zheng Qian.

During this period of survival and experience in the human world, her intelligence was actually completely higher than that of humans.

See Shen Jingbing is so cowardly.

Mao Nanbei sighed.

Human beings are troublesome in this regard. They obviously want to hear the truth, but they will be unhappy if others tell the truth.

Why do dogs like to mingle in a society composed of such creatures?

Thinking back, Mao Nanbei herself didn't have much hostility towards Shen Jingbing - as long as she didn't seduce a dog.

Put down the empty cup and walk over to the steel man stakes.

Mao Nanbei took a look.

"Although your talent is not good, there is still room for improvement."

"well?"

These words sparked a glimmer of hope in Shen Jingbing's eyes: "Miss Mao Nanbei, what do you mean?"

"It is a fact that you are weak, cat, but you are too inferior, cat. This inferiority complex will become your weakness, cat."

Mao Nanbei turned around and stretched out his five fingers to hold the steel man stake beside him in the shape of a hand knife. He faced Shen Jingbing and said: "When fighting, what you have to consider is not whether you can beat your opponent, but if you can't beat yourself, you will die."

The punch should be as deep as digging in, and the kick should be aimed at breaking the opponent.

Talent only affects growth, fighting involves strength, and more importantly, who has more murderous intent.

Don't sympathize, don't flinch, remember, on the battlefield, you and I will die.

In this way, the punch is powerful, and the kick is deadly, just like this...

Hey meow! "

He drew back his fist fiercely with the knife in his hand and pushed his body.

Boom!

Without using any skills or AP, Mao Nanbei's one-inch punch with completely unqualified posture actually smashed a steel man stake made of pure mithril and as thick as a human waist into crumbs like a biscuit.

The fragments flew more than twenty meters away.

Some large pieces were even embedded in the opposite wall.

Shen Jingbing was stunned.

She could see that Mao Nanbei's punch was not achieved by relying on his own amazing strength attributes.

In fact, in order to demonstrate to Shen Jingbing, Mao Nanbei took the initiative to suppress his strength attributes to the same level as Shen Jingbing, who was in his early 200s.

In other words, since Shen Jingbing's attack, the mithril steel man stake has not moved at all, not even a single dent.

And Mao Nanbei also used a strength of about 220 to smash the mithril steel man pile into pieces with one punch.

At this moment, Shen Jingbing realized deeply.

Zheng Qian and Mao Nanbei, the reason why they are so strong is not just relying on the high attributes brought by high levels.

His skills are definitely unmatched by ordinary people.

There is a saying in martial arts that force defeats skill.

But that doesn’t mean you don’t need skills if you are strong enough.

On the contrary, only when you have mastered your skills to perfection can you be qualified to think about using force to defeat skill.

What Mao Nanbei demonstrated was the most advanced use of strength to overcome skill.

That inch punch is definitely not a skill, it's just a skill that imitates Zheng Qian's inch strength and opens the sky.

Mao Nanbei himself does not actually have the skill of opening the sky with an inch of strength.

Skills, actually exerting power comparable to real skills?

Shen Jingbing stood frozen in place, unable to close her jaw for half a minute.

She finally understood the gap between herself and the strong ones.

I finally understand, what do I need to overcome?

"Miss Mao Nanbei."

There was a pop.

Shen Jingbing knelt down and kowtowed hard to Mao Nanbei.

Mao Nanbei was so frightened that he almost exploded: "Huh? What are you doing, meow?"

Shen Jingbing, kneeling in front of Mao Nanbei, said sincerely like a devout believer praying:

"Miss Maonanbei, the folks in my hometown are waiting for me to go back, my parents are waiting for me to go back.

I want to make my parents and fellow villagers proud of me when I go home next time, so...

Please accept me as your disciple! "

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