Hero Cultivation System

Jedi!

A true Jedi!

The power of these military crossbows is such that even the golden bell shield will not work. If you rush towards the gate rashly, you will probably get dozens of holes in your body before even touching the archer's hair.

The iron wall can't be broken, the glass curtain can't be broken, and I'm not a rat and can't burrow into the ground. I'm so crazy that I want you to run away there? Should I continue to roll around here and see if it's because of my strong endurance or because I can't dig into the ground? Does Jiao Kun have many crossbow arrows?

"Huh!" Before he could finish his thoughts, the rolling Liang Gong was hit by another arrow in his calf. Facing the dozen or so crossbow arrows coming from behind, he could only lie flat on the floor impatiently.

Haha! At least I know that Jiao Kun has more crossbows than his endurance.

The silver-white arrows were still flying criss-cross from the sky, one wave lower than the other, slowly getting lower and lower. After a few more waves, he would turn into a hedgehog!

The strange thing was that when he was lying on the floor, he was not paying attention to the flying crossbow arrows but the chandelier on the ceiling.

The white chandelier was extremely bright, and the apertures it emitted spread out in circles, becoming more and more larger and larger. What was even stranger was that familiar faces and unforgettable scenes were flying out of the apertures one after another. come out.

Xinyi...Old stubborn...Lao Ye...Zhenzhen...Shi Feixuan...Xiangxiang...Little fat loli Yuanyuan...Sister Fang...Black skin...

When I was seven years old, I got my first steamed buns from begging after being hungry for three days and three nights... I earned fifty yuan from selling scalper tickets for the first time... I had the warmth of bed on my first day... I found the bridge hole for the first time. Laughing loudly...

People who can be called acquaintances can still be counted after counting with ten fingers...

Unforgettable scenes are always desolate scenes that make you laugh...

Damn it, is my life so miserable?

Hahaha! If this is the case, there won’t be too many people who will be sad after my brother’s death. I think they will forget me easily...

And your sister’s system, if you want to trick me, go find the next victim! I won’t accompany you anymore...

"Beep! The system has no sister. The host is an orphan and has no father to cheat. The system prompts that the host's escape route is above."

That's right! You don't have a sister, and you don't have a father to cheat...

Eh! No! System brother, what did you say in the last sentence?

"Beep! The host is summoned, and the host interrogation system prompts 'the host's escape route is above'."

Up there? There’s nothing above except the ceiling!

Ah! Nothing? It’s better to have nothing!

Hahaha! There is a way, Liang Hansan is back again!

Taking advantage of the slight pause between the two waves of arrows, Liang Gong stood up and kicked off the ground. His arms shook the ground and he pulled up onions. He stood five meters high. His left hand directly grabbed the metal keel on the ceiling. Then he bent down and retracted his legs. He swung his knife and kicked with his feet. The gypsum boards used in the ceiling were kicked down piece by piece!

"Hey! Are you there?"

"Up above, shoot up!"

"I'll wipe it! The ceiling is coming down, hide now!"

"Ah! Damn it, who gave me an arrow?"

Large plumes of smoke and dust spread out, and the entire martial arts room was completely white. The crossbowmen had to avoid the large pieces of gypsum board that kept falling, and they had to launch upwards. The originally complete formation was immediately thrown into chaos, with waves of Not to mention the volley fire, some people fired because they couldn't find the target and injured their own people.

The beam bow hanging on the keel of the suspended ceiling kept moving, and kept knocking down all the visible ceiling materials until there was nothing left to knock down.

It's because he is too stupid, not because there is no way out.

It was true that the three walls of the martial arts room and the glass curtain facing the street tightly trapped him. It was true that he had no ability to drill into the ground, but what about heaven?

The design of this martial arts room is not bad.

Except for one wall that is reserved as a secret door and covered with mirrors, the other two walls are inlaid with two-inch thick iron plates, which may not even be penetrated by bullets, let alone human bodies. The glass curtain facing the street itself is Super earthquake-resistant material will not break even a ten-magnitude earthquake, let alone break it with human power.

In order to facilitate vertical jumping and hanging sandbags and other equipment, the height of the martial arts room is five meters. It is impossible for ordinary people to reach the ceiling without a ladder. Even if a martial artist wants to jump up to five meters, it is impossible, so once the opponent Trapped in it, faced with a well-trained crossbow formation, there is absolutely no way in or out, and a dead end.

But that refers to ordinary people. For a master of Qinggong like Liang Gong, a height of five meters is just a leap. It is not difficult. However, ordinary people have inertial thinking and tend to ignore what is in front of them and go to the extreme. , Liang Gong is exactly like this.

Now after being reminded by the system, his thoughts suddenly opened up and he was able to survive from a desperate situation. From then on, the sea and the sky were brighter, and Jiao Kun could no longer trap this dragon with this favorable location.

Seeing dozens of strong men below, all trying to avoid the falling ceiling materials, Liang Gong sneered, hid in some falling gypsum boards, and took advantage of the situation to pounce on the five strong men closest to the secret door.

"Big tornado!"

Amidst the howling of wolves, the strong men on the floor were all panicked and hiding in all directions.

They were only proficient in boxing and kicking, and were specially selected to train in the use of crossbows. They had no choice but to escape for Liang Gong, who could easily defeat black boxing killers and Taekwon masters, and even pull the gang leader's uncle off the altar.

Green rose flowers splashed down from the sky, and the devil seemed to be walking in his back garden harvesting creatures. After three tornadoes, there was no one left standing in the martial arts room except Liang Gong.

Looking at the strong man rolling on the ground, Liang Gong stroked the two crossbow shafts still embedded in his legs, spat, went through the secret door and chased Jiao Kun.

Jiao Kun dragged his uncle out of the secret door and went to the dark room where the crossbows were stored.

Avoiding the running men, he helped Wu Shi to the corner and leaned against the wall:

"Uncle Master, where are you injured? I will take you to the hospital right now."

Seeing the pool of blood on his uncle's chest and the obvious changes on his face, Jiao Kun was extremely anxious. This godlike uncle was his greatest strength, not only the shocking power of his superb martial arts, but also Coupled with the connections that Uncle Master has gathered over the past hundred years, even though he has been able to influence everything in Wuyang City in the past ten years, most of it is still under the protection of Uncle Master.

If Uncle Master passes away, although the Chengdong Gang cannot be said to be in trouble immediately, it will certainly not be able to dominate all directions and have no fear like before.

"I'm fine. I don't need to go to the hospital. Just help me to your room upstairs."

Hearing that his uncle's words were full of anger, and not like someone who needed medical treatment, Jiao Kun felt relieved and called his men to help Wu Shi back to the chairman's room on the fifth floor.

Wu Shiqiang climbed up and coiled himself on the sofa, then took out a small wooden box from his arms. He looked at it cherished for a long time before sighing and opening the box, taking out a golden pill the size of a longan, swallowed it, and then closed his eyes. Breath control.

If Liang Gong were here, he would definitely think that golden pill looked familiar. Except that it was too small, its color and smell were similar to the rejuvenation pills he often took.

Jiao Kun saw that his uncle was able to heal his injuries on his own and was probably fine. Then he felt relieved and turned to look at the martial arts room screen on the monitor screen.

He was very confident in the martial arts room and crossbow formation he designed. He even jokingly wanted to rename the martial arts room the trapped dragon room, so he never thought about the possibility of Liang Gong escaping. He just wanted to see Liang Gong with his own eyes. It’s just the death of the bow.

Everything went well at first. Liang Gong was hit by several arrows. His figure slowly slowed down, and he became even more awkward when jumping and moving. Finally, he was suppressed and lay flat on the ground unable to move.

It's just that his men were too afraid of him and didn't dare to go forward to check. They only dared to shoot crossbows at the beams on the floor. Jiao Kun thought that if he shot too many arrows, he could kill people just by bleeding. Don't worry about procrastinating for a few more minutes.

Unexpectedly, after the beam on the floor was stunned for a while, he actually took advantage of the slight pause in the alternation of crossbowmen to straighten up and jump up on the spot, suddenly jumping out of the camera's recording range.

Then the surveillance screen saw the ceiling falling and the martial arts room filled with dust. It was completely unclear where Liang Gong was. He knew something was wrong and Liang Gong must have been hiding or had escaped from the martial arts room.

Looking at his uncle, who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, breathing a little calmly, Jiao Kun knew that he must not scare him at this time. After pondering for a while, he picked up his mobile phone and dialed:

"He has been injured and ran out from the third floor. Please forgive me!"