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The next morning.

The sky was so gloomy that it seemed to drip ink, with dark clouds and rumbling thunder.

This weather is not suitable for going out.

But Lin Feng still went out with hunting tools.

He waited at the gate for a while, and the old Wang next door also went out as promised.

Lin Feng smiled and greeted, "Good morning, Brother Wang."

Wang Shanxiong looked up at the sky, "Is this weather suitable for hunting in the mountains?"

"No way, my family can hardly afford to eat.

If you don't go hunting in the mountains, there will be nothing to eat.

Don't look at the scary cloudy sky, it doesn't necessarily mean it will rain heavily.

Besides, I brought an umbrella."

"Okay." Let's get going.

Wang Shanxiong didn't want to delay any longer, and planned to kill Lin Feng on the mountain today.

After killing Lin Feng, he could make up a random excuse to get away with it.

The two walked side by side to the outside of the village, and they were wary of each other.

Lin Feng pretended to ask casually: "Brother Wang, you said you practiced it, what kind of Kung Fu did you practice?"

"I practiced a low-level boxing style, which doesn't even have a name."

Wang Shanxiong was obviously perfunctory to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng didn't need Wang Shanxiong to answer truthfully, as it was clearly written on the attribute panel.

Lin Feng actually wanted Wang Shanxiong to ask him back.

Sure enough, Wang Shanxiong immediately asked: "Xiaofeng, what Kung Fu did you learn?"

"Oh, I learned the Crazy Demon Stick Method in the martial arts hall in the county, which is also a low-level martial art."

When Wang Shanxiong heard that Lin Feng practiced stick methods, his eyes couldn't help but check Lin Feng.

Lin Feng was carrying a bow and arrow, a quiver, a bag of food to eat on the mountain, and an oil-paper umbrella in the quiver.

Wang Shanxiong found that Lin Feng didn't bring a stick, and his vigilance in his heart was reduced a little.

Lin Feng wanted to mislead him and reduce his vigilance.

Maybe because of the weather, there were very few pedestrians on the road.

As soon as the two of them walked to the edge of Dahei Mountain, a drizzle began to fall.

The drizzle, like a thread, gently fell on the ground, covering this world with a thin layer of mist.

The rain was light, not enough to need an umbrella.

Until they walked into the woods.

The rain got heavier.

The raindrops were fine and soft, hitting the leaves with a rustling sound.

Wang Shanxiong looked around with his eyes, and it seemed that he wanted to find a place for Lin Feng to bury his bones.

At this time, Lin Feng held up an oil-paper umbrella.

With a click, the oil-paper umbrella opened to block the rain curtain.

Lin Feng handed the umbrella to his left hand and approached Wang Shanxiong.

"Brother Wang, let's hold an umbrella together."

Lin Feng showed an honest and simple smile on his face when he spoke.

Although the drizzle did not soak the clothes, it was still quite uncomfortable. I felt sticky on my body, and I really should hold an umbrella.

Wang Shanxiong did not doubt him, and he leaned over and stretched out his right hand to take the umbrella.

At this moment, a thunderclap exploded in the sky, and a flash of lightning streaked across the sky.

Wang Shanxiong's eyes twitched, and his eyes were unconsciously attracted by the lightning.

The umbrella just happened to cover Lin Feng's view, so that he was not disturbed by the lightning.

Every time Lin Feng added points, he could also gain a lot of combat experience.

Lin Feng caught a fleeting opportunity.

He used his right hand to spit out poisonous snakes and rushed straight to Wang Shanxiong's throat. At the same time, a large ball of lime powder was thrown out from his right sleeve.

When Wang Shanxiong reacted, Lin Feng's attack had already arrived, and it was too late to dodge.

Wang Shanxiong was also an old man, with a strong ability to respond to emergencies.

Wang Shanxiong closed his eyes, controlled the muscles on his neck to move forward to protect his throat, and used his right hand to hit Lin Feng's chest.

He wanted to force Lin Feng to withdraw his moves.

There was only this chance to sneak attack, so how could Lin Feng withdraw his moves.

Bang... Dang.

Two different collision sounds sounded almost at the same time.

Puff, Lin Feng was slapped three or four meters away, and he spat out a mouthful of blood in the air.

Fortunately, Lin Feng put a steel plate on his chest in advance, otherwise this stone-breaking hand would have killed him.

Lin Feng looked down and saw that his clothes on his chest had been torn, and a deep palm print was made on the steel plate under his clothes.

Lin Feng was horrified, how could this man's palm power be so strong!

Wang Shanxiong also spat out a mouthful of blood and took two steps back. His Adam's apple was not broken by Lin Feng.

But lime powder got into his eyes and he couldn't open his eyes for a while.

Wang Shanxiong sensed his own state.

"Huh? You don't have internal strength!

You haven't even reached the level of skin refining.

Hahaha, practicing martial arts without practicing skills will be a waste of time.

You want to deal with me with your three-legged cat skills, kid, you're dead."

Lin Feng was confused? What internal strength? What level of skin refining?

He had no idea what Wang Shanxiong was talking about, and suffered the loss of not having a master.

Seeing Wang Shanxiong wiping his eyes with his sleeves, Lin Feng quickly stood up and rushed towards Wang Shanxiong.

The sneak attack and the lime throwing did not kill Wang Shanxiong.

When Wang Shanxiong regained his sight, he would be in danger.

Lin Feng rushed over and used a venomous snake spitting tongue to attack Wang Shanxiong's throat.

Although Wang Shanxiong's throat was not broken, he was also seriously injured and his throat was still bleeding.

Wang Shanxiong could not see, but he could determine that Lin Feng attacked his throat by listening to the sound.

He took a step back, stretched out his left hand to block Lin Feng's palm, and punched Lin Feng's chest with his right hand.

Lin Feng's chest was also seriously injured, and his sternum was cracked, so he didn't dare to let him hit him again.

Lin Feng dodged to the side, and the two men tangled together.

The rain was getting heavier.

The rain soaked the clothes of the two men, making them stick to their bodies, showing their well-developed muscle lines.

Lin Feng's eyes were firm and sharp, penetrating the hazy rain curtain and staring at Wang Shanxiong.

The heavy rain affected Wang Shanxiong's ability to hear and locate.

Wang Shanxiong was punched several times by Lin Feng, but he was not seriously injured.

He protected the vital parts of his throat and face, and raised his head whenever he had the chance to let the rain wash his eyes and wash away the lime powder inside.

If the lime powder enters the eyes, you can rinse it with oil if conditions permit.

If conditions do not permit, you must quickly rinse it with a large amount of water, because the tear glands are constantly secreting tears, and the eyes are constantly being hurt, so they must be treated quickly and not for a moment.

Wang Shanxiong can only be washed with rain water now.

Lin Feng was a little anxious. Wang Shanxiong's defense was impenetrable, and he could not hit his vital parts at all.

Lin Feng changed his strategy and no longer blindly sought to hit the vital points. He hit wherever he could.

Let Wang Shanxiong get more injuries, and it would be best if he could bring up his old injuries.

Lin Feng's boxing was swift and fierce, and each blow seemed to carry the power of wind and rain.

Raindrops splashed with his movements, forming silver tracks.

Wang Shanxiong was familiar with the surrounding terrain and changed his fighting style, focusing on dodging and trying to delay time.

His figure was agile, like a fish swimming in the water.

He could always cleverly avoid Lin Feng's attacks and respond with precise counterattacks.

His footsteps were light and steady, and he walked on the slippery ground as if it were flat ground.

The figures of the two people intertwined in the rain, and the sound of fists and feet intertwined with the sound of rain.

Lin Feng became more and more anxious and his movements became faster and faster.

The heavy rain seemed to be infected by this solemn atmosphere and became more violent.

Suddenly, Lin Feng was blown away by a punch, and his flying body knocked open a large rain curtain.

Wang Shanxiong opened his eyes and slowly retracted his fist.

"Haha, you little brat, you're dead."