I Really Want To Go Against The Sky

"You have launched a mental storm, and your mentality has improved your proficiency, your mental strength is +1, and your spirit is +1."

"You launched an attack on the first-class monster and the beast, and the experience of the enemy was greatly improved. The attack was +2, and the spiritual will was +1."

"You succeeded in avoiding the attack of the first-class monster and the beast, and the flexibility of the body has improved. The body is +1, and the dodge is +1."

A familiar tone came from the ear again. This time, Yang Fan listened very seriously and heard it clearly. This also confirmed the speculation in his heart, he seems to get a portable system similar to the game data.

Whether it is Yang Fan, a depression patient in the 21st century, or Yang Fan, a waste wood martial artist who is basically zero in the Wuwu era, he is familiar with games and can easily accept it.

"I may have to go against the sky!"

I felt that my physical fitness actually changed obviously after the prompt tone, and Yang Fan’s mentality instantly expanded.

"Unfortunately for so many years, Laozi finally has time to work!"

Yang Fan couldn't help but laughed and laughed at the "character attribute".

......

The reaction of the fart is not, and the character attribute template in the imagination does not appear.

"Is the system in? I am screaming!"

"Sesame opens the door?"

"Mommy, Mimi?"

"Is your grandfather?"

......

"Well, this is a dumb system, not smart at all."

Yang Fan quickly recognized the reality, but he did not disappoint. The system is stupid. It is also a system, and there is better than nothing.

Opposite, the egg-pained beast still screams on the grass with his thigh roots. The other two bone-stained beasts that had been hurt by each other had already climbed up, and they screamed in the sky, and they rushed to Yang Fan again.

Angry and angry, this is desperate!

"Spiritual storm, give me a violent!"

Yang Fan secretly worked hard, his face was red, and he wanted to repeat the slow-motion replay. As long as the two bone-bearing beasts can be paused for a while, it is a matter of minutes to violently kill their eggs.

As a result, it is obvious that Yang Fan has thought a lot. He has never learned to control his mental strength, and he did not want to violently explode his mental strength.

There was no outburst in the imaginary mental storm, and the speed of the two bones that had broken the claws was not reduced, and the front came to him.

Or with the anger, or the previous confrontation, the two bone-beating animals did not use all their strength. At this moment, Yang Fan clearly felt that their speed was more than double faster than that.

This is not counting. At the same time as the flying body flutters, Yang Fan also noticed that the body of the two bone-transverse animals suddenly appeared a white bone, firmly protecting their ankles, chest and neck. The head is critical.

Fully armed, covered with bones, this is the complete form of the bone-bearing beast.

They just didn't think that Yang Fan was a threat, just treating him as a delicious lunch, so he didn't call out the bones.

Now, after eating a loss on Yang Fan’s hand, the two bone-bearing beasts finally got serious.

The eyes didn't have time to lick, and the two bone-beating animals came in a moment. One of them showed his teeth, and one of them stretched out his claws. The force of the blood of the sky pressed Yang Fan across the distance. Kneeling resistance, the grass under the feet seems to have dropped a few inches.

So powerful!

It feels like it’s over!

Huge strength gap, Yang Fan's body simply did not have time to react, a **** mouth has already rushed to the front.

The other one was also followed by the first hair. The wind from the two front paws blew Yang Fan’s clothes and danced coldly.

Life and death are in front of you, Yang Fan's heartbeat suddenly accelerates, adrenaline is also rapidly increasing, and there seems to be something in the brain that wants to spray out.

"It's this feeling, the mental storm, the violence for Laozi!"

The familiar feeling returned again, and an inexplicable wave of volatility emerged from the forehead of Yang Fan. The huge mouse head was fixed on the head of Yang Fan, and the two giant claws that had already touched his chest clothes were completely stagnant.

so close!

It almost became a feed almost!

Yang Fan was relieved. He didn't know how long his mental storm could control, but he knew that if he wanted to live, he must seize the opportunity. The key moment must not be embarrassed.

As soon as he lifted his leg, one foot would pull out his claws and the bone-bearing beast pulled out ten meters away. The anti-seismic force uploaded by the bones shook Yang Fan's half legs and was numb.

A wave of punches directly hit the mouth of another bone-piercing beast. The soft tongue was instantly smashed into meat, the throat was crushed, and the pointed upper jaw was also shattered by three petals.

Although Yang Fan’s strength is weak, it can be a second-level martial art. The strength of a full-strength punch is at least two hundred pounds. Although the bones outside the skull of the bones are hard, they can’t protect the tongue and throat in the mouth. .

Only this punch, Yang Fan successfully killed a bone-bearing monster.

The whole right arm is **** and vague.

After a few seconds, the bone-beate that was flung out of the cockroach once again resumed its ability to move, and saw that the companion was violently angered by the head. This bone-bearing beast did not continue to counterattack, but the neck was shrunk, the tail was clipped, and the leg was broken. Just run.

As timid as a mouse, nothing more than this, this bone-bearing beast was scared.

When the crisis was lifted, Yang Fan was also soft on both legs. He sat down on the ground and looked at the two bone-bearing beasts that had remained dead and disabled on the spot, and his own sticky and scented right arm, and then panted and gasped. Rough.

"You have launched a mental storm, and your mentality has improved your proficiency, your mental strength is +1, and your spirit is +1."

"You launched an attack on the first-level monsters and bones, and the experience of the enemy has been greatly improved. The leg strength is +10 and the body is +1."

"You succeeded in killing a first-class monster and beast, the spirit will be +1, and the intensity of blood is +10."

At the end of the battle, the system's prompt tone is coming.

The mess of ascension added a lot, but only the strength of the leg and the increase of blood strength caused Yang Fan's attention.

Not only because these two attributes add the most, but also because these two attributes directly affect the strength of the military itself.

Yang Fan is now a second-class Wushu, with a blood intensity of 85, a strength of 210 arms, and a strength of 260 legs. For ten years, there is basically no great fluctuation.

Ten kilograms of strength or ten scales of blood intensity, for a talented warrior like Huayue, may be easily achieved by a night of hard work.

However, for Yang Fan, who has basically no martial arts talent, his efforts to cultivate for one year are basically this level.

Originally, Yang Fan had already given up the cultivation on the martial arts. Every day at school, he mixed his days and finished the 12-year compulsory education prescribed by the federal government. He also gave a confession to his parents.

Therefore, sleeping became the daily routine of Yang Fan in the South China Military Academy.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to work hard. It’s not that he doesn’t get on the wall and doesn’t have a little self-motivation. It’s really a gap in the talent and the blow has already made him feel disheartened.

But now, he seems to see hope again.

brush!

Boom!

The bone-bone beast that had just fled quickly was thrown back from a distance at a faster speed, just falling to the side of Yang Fan, and the ground had a big pit more than one meter deep.

Yang Fan looked at the score, the bones of this bone-bearing beast were all broken ~www.wuxiaspot.com~The neck was broken, the chest was sunken, and it was already dead.

Immediately afterwards, a handsome man in a black suit with a slender and handsome man suddenly appeared in Yang Fan's side without a sigh of relief, and glanced down at the two bone-bearing beasts that were defeated by Yang Fan. The eyes finally fell on Yang Fan's body.

"You are very good."

After that, the handsome guy turned his head and turned away. The speed was extremely fast. Almost a black shadow flashed, and people disappeared.

"This is Wang Zhe teacher in the actual class!"

Yang Fan’s mind jumped out of the memory of Wang Zhe. The youngest and most handsome martial arts teacher in the third year of the South China Military Academy, the title of the cold-faced male god, was loved by the school’s little girls.

"You observe other people's martial arts, know your heart, learn human martial arts - four pole steps, the body coordination is greatly improved, body +3, agility +4."

Yang Fan looked awkward.

When did I observe the martial arts of others?

I do not know how?

Could it be that I just looked at the figure when Wang Zhe left, and I saw you poorly. I didn’t see any doorway.

There was a surge in the brain, and a slogan about the four-pole step appeared in Yang Fan’s memory. The body and limbs had a sense of dying, and muscle memory appeared, as if he would have Doorstep, and extremely skilled.

Yang Fan tried to take two steps and his body was flexible. He did not have any strangeness or disobedience to the application of the four-pole footwork. If he thought, his movements would even be faster.

Four pole steps, human level exercises, this is learned?

so easy!

Yang Fan is very embarrassed, although he does not know what the principle is, but he knows that he may be arrogant.