Global Thriller: My Organs Have Their Own Ideas

"My time is coming."

He told Lin Hun the information of the other two seeded players. Suddenly, Rumeng stood up as if he had heard something.

"Xiaohun, there is no time for pre-match visits. The next time you meet, you will have to wait for the game to start two days later. Take a good rest these two days and don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Rumeng looked serious.

"Negative emotions are the food for deceit, especially the negative emotions of the strong."

"Control your mind and keep exercising."

"Self-discipline can become stronger.

"come on!"

After clenching his fists, Rumeng made a cheering movement, and the figure gradually disappeared into the room.

"Being a ghost has to be self-disciplined, is it so difficult to be a ghost?"

With a wry smile and shook his head, Lin Hun really didn't know what to say.

self-discipline.

This is easier said than done.

27

It's like some people say they want to lose weight.

Reject high-calorie foods.

But at night, I used a lot of high-calorie foods as an excuse to lose weight when I was full.

And this kind of self-discipline is for the treacherous mind filled with negative emotions.

It is even more difficult.

Because most of the treacherous hearts are dominated by negative emotions, all actions are based on resentment.

self-discipline.

Doesn't exist at all.

Fortunately, Lin Hun is not treacherous.

At the same time he is self-disciplined.

"For two days, take a breath of life and practice well."

Although now Lin Hun has tried to replace the normal breathing with dead breath.

But this kind of replacement breathing can only maintain the shallowest breathing state.

Want to maximize the effect of dead breath.

You still need to concentrate and work hard.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Lin Hun's breathing gradually became longer.

The organs in his body continued to contract and oscillate with his breathing, carrying out some kind of strange exercise.

A lot of weird aura containing cold and resentment, as his breathing continues to be injected into the body, and through the transformation of the lungs, it becomes a certain kind of energy that carries the breath of life and is injected into the organs.

Under the influence of this breath, Lin Hun's organs are getting stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Death breath this skill.

For the first time, Lin Hun was able to develop his own organ power in an autonomous way.

this moment.

Lin Hun was immersed in the refreshment of getting stronger.

Time becomes meaningless.

Everything flies so quickly.

【Ding!】

[Lin Hun player please note, your first game will start in 30 minutes, please be prepared. 】

Lin Hun, who was immersed in spiritual practice, was awakened by this prompt.

After recovering, he blinked, feeling the power surging in his body, his face was incredulous.

"Two days have passed? It's too soon, right."

After practicing breathing, he felt as if he had only practiced for a while.

Grin!

At this moment there was a flash of light in the lounge.

The dreamlike figure appeared again.

She saw a flash of light in Lin Hun's eyes, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, with a hint of surprise on her face.

Because in her perception, her man's overall breath is stronger than it was two days ago.

What kind of monster progress rate is this?

Ru Meng thinks that as a gladiator, she has seen enough fighting geniuses and strong men.

But these impressionable geniuses and strong men, when compared with Lin Hun, are instantly no longer comparable.

Regardless of potential, growth rate, or own strength.

All aspects of Lin Hun's qualities are the only things she has seen in her life, and she feels ridiculously strong.

"Huh, the game is about to start, are you ready? Little soul."

He took a deep breath and calmed his emotions, and asked Rumeng.

Originally, she had no confidence in Lin Hun's participation in the death fight meeting.

But after seeing Lin Hun's growth rate with her own eyes, her mentality has changed.

She feels that if Lin Hun is willing, maybe, maybe, not necessarily, he will be able to get the place in the Death Fighting Tournament.

"Um."

He stood up, moved his body, and made a clicking sound of joints.

Feeling the state of his body, Lin Hun smiled confidently.

"827 I can't be better now.

"I'm relieved to hear you say this, but you have to remember that if you encounter an opponent that is difficult to match, you must not be aggressive. You will delay the time. As long as you can delay for three minutes, you can apply for surrender. "

Ru Meng seriously ordered.

"Please, have some confidence in me, okay?"

After listening to her, Lin Hun sighed.

He really didn't know what kind of impression this death fight conference left on her.

It made her so unconfident.

But he knew that the Death Fighting Tournament was not allowed to participate in the Demon-level players.

Now he has the confidence to win against any black disaster.

"There is nothing wrong with being careful, after all, this is a death fight conference."

Rumeng said seriously.

Although Lin Hun is growing up very fast, she still needs to be vaccinated.

After all, the seed players in the Death Fighting Tournament are also monsters that cannot be measured by their level.

In the face of these monsters, no matter how cautious you are. .

Thank you for reading this story at mtlarchive.com. Your support enables us to keep the site running!