Nightmare’s Call

Lin Sheng repeated the exercise again and again.

Shengying continued to transmit the parameters of the practice and the data that needed to be adjusted to his mind. Then draw the dotted line directly, in the vision of his next practice.

The entire white lion fighting technique, the basics of the six styles, are all coherent, which is basically a set of simulations of a male lion hunting and killing prey.

ten minutes later.

Lin Sheng retracted his fighting stance and looked at Master Cohen, who was showing comfort.

"Very well, your posture is already standard, and the next step is to practice it over and over again for many years to carve it into your bones."

"Yes." Lin Sheng nodded.

"So, next, let me adjust your muscle strength."

After just adjusting it, under the surprised look of Cohen, Lin Sheng thoroughly mastered the muscle strength of White Lion Fighting.

Cohen was a little unbelievable, so Lin Sheng played it again.

Looking at the little fart boy who was only a few years old, he actually presented the six basic styles of perfect white lion fighting skills.

And even muscle strength is fine.

"well!"

Cohen's eyes changed slightly.

"Very good! Very good!"

He seemed a little excited, and before he was about to enter the period of old age and weakness, he was able to meet such good seedlings.

This is his luck.

"Then, let me tell you, the main points of breathing when exerting force." Cohen decided to observe again and see if Lin Sheng was only a short-term performance.

But then, he explained the key points of breathing carefully and whispered only once, and then all were remembered by Lin Sheng, and he was easy to use and skilled.

after an hour.

Cohen originally prepared today's course content, and Lin Sheng finished it.

Originally, these were the four hours he planned to complete in the morning.

But for Lin Sheng, it's just too much for his physical control, even without the aid of the Holy Shadow.

Unlike North Tans and others on the side.

While these boys and girls were still proficient in the basic school swordsmanship at a glance, Lin Sheng had perfectly mastered the basics of white lion fighting.

And it was different from Cohen.

Lin Sheng doesn't need to waste time and practice at all. He only needs to use the shadow to assist, and use the soul to react to the flesh and affect the muscle memory.

After all, he is himself a top-notch powerhouse in combat skills, and his consciousness is far beyond this basic level.

What is lacking is nothing more than fine control and development of the physical body.

With the exhaustion of soul power, Lin Sheng quickly applied the white lion fighting technique to his body.

In the next few days, Cohen also formally met Lin Sheng's strong learning talent.

As long as he teaches everything, he can remember it thoroughly, explain it a little, and use it flexibly.

With the support of the Territory's abundant resources, over time.

Three years later.

Cohen fully taught Lin Sheng all the tricks of the White Lion fighting technique.

In fact, from simple to advanced, from basic to advanced, Lin Sheng does not need so much time to learn.

Cohen spent more time explaining to Lin Sheng various enemies and various opponents he had encountered.

He practiced as a young man and has experienced thousands of battles.

All kinds of opponents, what weaknesses and weaknesses, what invincible strengths, abilities, and so on.

These are valuable information materials. For Lin Sheng, it is also a good channel to understand the world.

In three years, he basically focused all his attention, except making sure there was nothing wrong with the holy river.

At the age of six, he has reached over one meter four. In addition to learning combat skills, he also needed to learn the various miscellaneous etiquettes necessary for the nobility.

Then, every once in a while, I have to follow my mother to a tea party and communicate with a group of little farts to impersonate adults with awkward manners.

Simply mentally retarded!

Lin Sheng Station brought a cup of mixed goat milk alone, walked to the corner of the garden, and watched the crooked moon at night, enjoying the quiet space of a person quietly.

The sound of musical instruments at tea parties in the distance continued to float in my ears.

There were other noble children in the garden chatting and chatting.

Lin Sheng stood alone and stood tall.

Now that he has fully integrated the White Lion fighting technique, he has a streamlined explosive muscle all over his body. He is tall and tall, almost as tall as a boy of eleven or twelve.

On weekdays, he devotes all his energy to projects that study and study the nature of the world and the changes of the true spirit. Not too lazy to talk to other little farts.

Only sister Xia Weier and brother Bei Tansi had the opportunity to talk to him.

But each time they spoke, the two children covered their faces and cried and ran away.

"Mafaria, why are you running into the corner all by yourself?" Her sister Xia Weier ran over, and at the age of twelve, she had fallen out of the way, her **** trembling slightly as she ran.

Lin Sheng was dressed in a small white dress, and her smooth brown-black short hair covered her indifferent eyes.

"Go play, I don't like those games." He replied calmly.

"But you won't have friends like this!" Xia Weier said with a raised mouth.

"The weak are not eligible to be my friends." Lin Sheng answered flatly. He came to this world, not to understand the interpersonal relationships here. Focusing on knowledge is the first task.

"You are too harsh!" Xia Weier reached out and grasped Lin Sheng's hand decisively. "Everyone is curious about you, but you are a famous genius from far and near! Come on."

She pulled Lin Sheng with her head and ran to the middle of the garden.

There have been gathered more than a dozen children of the same other nobles.

His elder brother North Tans was also among them, talking to several teenagers of the same age.

It's just that the eyes of this goods are constantly floating on a good-looking ponytail girl.

The other people, Lin Sheng, didn't know each other. He just glanced a little, then took his attention away, ready to go to one side and close his eyes to repose.

"Is this our little genius, Master Mafaria, in the Cuijing Fortress?"

"It looks so cold ..."

"He's only six years old? Why is he so big?"

"I don't know ... is it too much medicine?"

These little farts thought they were whispering, and before Lin Sheng's strengthened body, he was almost like talking face to face.

Bei Tansi saw Lin Sheng coming and hurried to please him.

There were two boys standing next to him, one with a gentle look and a good temper.

But the other is a fake smile on his face anytime, anywhere. The boy looks middle-aged in this group.

What Lin Sheng noticed was a faint gloomy breath on his body.

If it were not for his own divine power, the soul would have a strong sense of all the dark negative energy fluctuations.

I'm afraid I can't detect the abnormality on this boy.

This guy seems to be hiding something. The breath of strength is completely different from the surrounding children.

However, Lin Sheng just glanced at it and became more lazy. No matter what was hidden, it was garbage in his eyes.