Add points and you will become stronger. Doudi is not my limit!

Behind the leaves, the gray-clothed man stared at Lin Xiu, and suddenly his shoulder was patted.

"Brother, why did you hit me?" Covering his shoulder, the gray-clothed man was a little confused.

"The opportunity you want is here, go ahead and kill them." The middle-aged man pointed at Lin Xiu with his chin.

"Me?" The gray-clothed man pointed at himself and forced a very reluctant smile, with beads of sweat sliding down his cheeks, "Brother, can I take back what I said?"

After seeing Lin Xiu's palm just now, the gray-clothed man felt that if it fell on him, with his six-star fighter strength, he would definitely not be able to stop it.

"Waste."

Seeing him like this, the middle-aged man was furious and pulled away the leaves, "Forget it, I'll do it myself, you follow!"

Before he finished speaking, the middle-aged man had already rushed out.

He had been watching and saw clearly that Lin Xiu was injured at this moment, which was the best opportunity to deal with him.

…

"Brother Xiu, is your injury serious?" Linton stood by at a loss, his eyes swept over Lin Xiu's bloody right arm, very worried.

"Go make dinner." Lin Xiu waved his hand, knowing his physical condition very well.

Although it looked miserable, it was just a superficial injury. The only serious thing was that he was kicked just now, which impacted his internal organs.

However, this did not affect him. After a night's rest, he would be able to recover to his peak tomorrow.

Looking back at the palm just now, Lin Xiu found that he was a little reckless and overconfident.

There is still a big gap between a fighter and a fighter.

"That man obviously did not use his full strength before he attacked, and I tried my best, but I couldn't hurt him."

Lin Xiu recalled the collision just now, and the opponent's fighting spirit was like a vast ocean, which dispersed his fighting spirit.

"Fortunately, I added physical fitness before, otherwise, I would be blown away by his fighting spirit instead of being kicked away by him."

Because it was the first time to fight a fighter, Lin Xiu was not sure how many stars the other party was.

Therefore, Lin Xiu speculated that with 20 points of physical fitness, his physical strength would be close to that of a nine-star fighter or a newly promoted one-star fighter.

"Adding points to physical fitness before can eliminate physical fatigue. I haven't had any internal organ injuries before, so I don't know if it will work."

Thinking of this, Lin Xiu didn't lack attribute points, and he added a point to physical fitness.

In his body, a coolness emerged from his limbs and bones and spread to the whole body.

"It seems to work." Lin Xiu found that the burning pain in his body was reduced by half.

He added another point.

Suddenly, Lin Xiu's physical fitness reached 22, and the strange feeling in his body quickly disappeared, and the pain of his arm being torn before also disappeared.

"After adding points to physical fitness, it seems to repair the body, eliminate fatigue, and solve the scars caused by tearing and collision."

A touch of joy flashed in Lin Xiu's eyes. Although he couldn't restore his fighting spirit, letting his body recover was also a means of counterattack.

Increasing physical fitness can increase one's own strength.

If my physical fitness value exceeds 1000 in the future, can I kill Dou Huang with one punch?

Whoosh!

In the quiet woods, there was a sound of leaves rubbing against each other, as if something was shuttling back and forth.

Lin Xiu looked in the direction of the sound, and two running figures came into view.

"Brother Xiu, it's the group of people from before." Halfway through dinner, Linton walked quickly to Lin Xiu's side with a worried look on his face.

He had seen that group of people before and remembered the appearance of several people.

"Boy, are you surprised? To tell you the truth, I'm with you." The middle-aged man stood ten steps away from Lin Xiu with a gloomy face.

"If you know what's good for you, hand over all the valuables on your body, kneel down and die, and we can leave you a complete corpse." The gray-robed man had the support of his elder brother and sneered.

Hearing what the two said, Lin Xiu suddenly realized that it was no wonder that he always felt that he was being watched before. It turned out that he was not wrong.

"Brother Xiu, what should we do? You're injured. How about I stay here to cover you, and you go first?" Linton lowered his voice and glanced at the two people opposite with vigilance.

"Run? Do you think it's possible?" The gray-robed man sneered.

"No need to run. The two of them can only use two swords at most." Lin Xiu did not feel much pressure from them, and he was very relaxed.

"You are so arrogant. We all watched the fight just now. You are injured, and you still want to pretend." The gray-robed man pointed at Lin Xiu and spoke quickly.

"Then you try it." With a clang, Lin Xiu drew his sword, and the tip of the sword pointed diagonally at the ground.

The gray-robed man shrank his neck and retreated behind the middle-aged man, "Brother, I angered him. He must be more seriously injured because of his anger."

"Get out of the way." Pushing the gray-robed man away, the middle-aged man was too lazy to listen to his chattering. He shouted and rushed towards Lin Xiu.

Two daggers slipped out of his sleeves and were held by the middle-aged man.

Ding Ding Ding!

Weapons collided, Lin Xiu held the sword and fought with the opponent. The middle-aged man was very cautious. Every time he attacked, he kept one attack and one defense. Even when he saw Lin Xiu injured, he did not take it lightly.

"Flying flowers through leaves!"

Lin Xiu turned his wrist, and the long sword swung out sword flowers. At the same time, it was dazzling, but very accurate, and passed through the gap of the dagger several times.

After a few breaths, the middle-aged man's face was cut by the sword blade with several shallow wounds, and blood flowed out.

The middle-aged man glared, and was injured in the face by a greenhorn. He seemed to be angry. The dagger turned over, stuck the long sword, and quickly approached Lin Xiu's sword hand.

Swish!

Facing the dagger, Lin Xiu loosened his sword grip, tilted his head back, and watched the dagger slide over his nose.

With one hand on the ground, when the middle-aged man stabbed him with the dagger, Lin Xiu kicked out first.

"Break the mountain!"

With a low shout, Lin Xiu kicked out with a gust of wind, hitting the middle-aged man's shoulder, shaking his body.

The middle-aged man took a few steps back and stabilized his body. A flash of shock flashed in his eyes, and he was frightened by Lin Xiu's quick response.

This disarming trick of his has been tried and tested. With his strength as an eight-star fighter, sometimes he encounters a one- or two-star fighter. As long as he seizes the opportunity to get close to him, he will gain something.

This is the first time he has failed after practicing disarming to perfection, and the target is still a young man.

"Brother actually failed, fortunately I didn't get in before." The gray-robed man was scared, and he almost followed in Li Si's footsteps.

The sword fell to the ground, but Lin Xiu simply didn't pick it up. He rushed towards the middle-aged man in three or two steps, and bursts of low thunder came from his palm.

"Take my thunder palm!"

The lightning flashed on his palm, and the middle-aged man took a step to the side. The palm that was originally falling on his chest finally hit his shoulder.

The clothes on his shoulders exploded, and the arc jumped and sank under the middle-aged man's shoulders, and his hair stood up.

"Your previous injuries were fake?" The middle-aged man found that Lin Xiu was in very good condition, and it didn't look like he had internal injuries at all.

"The dead don't need to know so much." Lin Xiu made a concerted effort and prepared to take down the other party.

"Five-star fighter, do you really think you can beat me?" The middle-aged man felt Lin Xiu's strength from his fighting spirit.

Raising his hand to block Lin Xiu's kick, the middle-aged man made a palm with his right hand, and his skin suddenly turned red like blood, and slapped Lin Xiu.

"Blood and vigor!"

Finding that he couldn't dodge, Lin Xiu raised his left hand, his arm swelled, and held up his clothes.

After being hit by a palm strike, Lin Xiu's left arm sank down, and he felt a cold force surge into his body. With a muffled groan, he used his right hand to strike out with a thunder palm again, hitting the middle-aged man's chest.

The two men took a few steps back at the same time. The middle-aged man spat out a mouthful of blood and stared at Lin Xiu for a second. He turned around and jumped a few times, and his figure disappeared into the woods.