Liu Yufeng was somewhat excited when he returned to the island. The feeling brought by this improvement in strength was really wonderful. If he were allowed to return to the first round of the game, he would have the confidence to compete with the Three Musketeers with his bare hands.

But you can't stop practicing playing cards for the next day. The current skill of flying cards has been qualitatively improved in strength and speed. With the improvement of mental power, the number of cards drawn will also increase correspondingly, and the number of playing cards that can be drawn will increase accordingly.

The number of cards has also increased. Liu Yufeng's current limit for drawing cards without injury is six cards, and the limit before coma reached about 10 cards!

But on the other hand, the bad thing is that the flying card stunt has lost its accuracy. The error is very large. At a distance of 30 meters, if you say flying eyes, you can fly to the opponent's second brother!

Not only that, Liu Yufeng also lost the flexibility and changeability of playing cards, because he could not fully control the subtle strength of his fingers and entire forearm, let alone the coordination of his whole body and the coordination of his mental power. Therefore, he still had to

Before the third round of the game, do more practice.

The sky has started to get dark. There is only the sun in the Dead Sea world, but there is no moon or stars, so when the sun sets, it seems as if the sky suddenly turns dark.

At this moment, Hanhan and Little Tyra were sitting in front of the black and white TV, focusing on playing games. The two of them were playing Contra, which was a level that Liu Yufeng had never seen before.

The two of them were playing very focused. Little Tyra was still sitting on Hanhan's shoulder, and Liu Yufeng watched for a while without being noticed. Facts have proved that the little bully really had endless fun.

Natasha, who had been busy in the stone house all afternoon, came out and looked at Liu Yufeng with tears in her eyes. The two looked at each other in tacit understanding, and Liu Yufeng's heart became hot again.

Duke came back at just the right time, and Liu Yufeng could tell that he should have something to talk to him about.

So after it was clear that he wanted to have hot pot in the evening, Liu Yufeng transferred 20,000 Dead Sea coins to Natasha. Natasha started to go shopping in the mall. Liu Yufeng and Duke sat at the table first.

"Sir, Duke has something to report to you."

In front of the wooden table, Duke was sitting on a chair, his two short legs dangling in front of the chair, and his blood-red leather shoes were particularly conspicuous.

"Tell me, besides, I'm still used to you calling me young master."

Liu Yufeng said sitting opposite Duke.

"Okay, young master, it's like this..."

Duke quickly told Liu Yufeng everything that happened at the Black Spirit Society. It can be said that everything was in detail. Of course, in the process, Duke did not forget to suppress Jones, the sycophant, and beautify himself.

.

After listening to what Duke said, Liu Yufeng once again gained a little more understanding of the world, and he responded calmly:

"I see."

The sensible Duke did not ask any more questions, but poured two people a glass of water from the kettle on the table.

Liu Yufeng is not unable to respond. He also wants to do something, but his current strength is still too weak. He cannot pin his hopes on using the mask, because the mask is unstable and the time is too short. After all, he still needs to

It depends on your personal hard power, otherwise participating in this kind of thing will only make you passive. Others will not know that Liu Yufeng is very powerful in his heart.

He is not the No. 1 Evil God at all. At most, he can only be regarded as a puppet who has inherited the mantle of the No. 1 Evil God, leading to an ending where he has no idea what fate he will have.

"Tell me about the combat power system of the Dead Sea world. There are many things that I can't remember right now. Let's talk about things other than the power of sequence."

Liu Yufeng's words made Duke fall into deep thought. He began to quickly sort out the relevant information and content in his mind. After about ten seconds, he said:

"Master, I think I understand what you want to ask."

"For example, for a swordsman, the combination of his own strength and the divinity he absorbs is the source of his strength. We call it the power of sequence.

But relying on this alone, he is like a bull, powerful but clumsy.

Therefore, regular churches will provide methods to use the power of order, just like teaching the swordsman how to swing a sword. It is very standard, simple, but very practical. It can at least let the swordsman bring out part of his strength. This, we call it:

Law.

When two people really start to fight, the swordsman will find that what the church teaches may not be easy to use in actual combat and is too rigid, so he needs to be flexible and improve his own attack methods. This is a combination of actual combat experience and skills.

We call it: technique.

In other words, to truly determine the outcome of a fight, the power of the sequence alone is not enough. For example, I once killed a servant of God who had just entered the ninth level with the strength of level 7. It was not that I was stronger than him.

, but I know how to kill better than him."

Duke said a lot in one breath. He drank a large mouthful of water with a dry mouth, then looked at Liu Yufeng humbly and said:

"Master, there is no need to study this. This is something we can only study, because your use of power is perfect."

Liu Yufeng knew that Duke was talking about the use of his abilities after putting on the mask, but that was not his understanding, it was just his plug-in, so Duke's flattery was not captured in the real picture, but

It doesn’t affect Liu Yufeng’s inscrutable expression to make Duke admire him.

While the two were talking, the hot hot pot was already on the table. All the meat and dishes Liu Yufeng had ordered before were missing, and even the side dishes were Liu Yufeng's favorite combinations.

In front of the steaming hot pot, Liu Yufeng fell into his own thoughts.

According to Duke, his four-dimensional attributes plus the use of mental power are like the power of sequence, and the drawing of poker cards is like magic, and the unique skill of flying cards is technique.

What I lack now is to officially enter the sequence, strengthen my roots, strengthen my use of magic, and improve the single practical offensive method of flying cards.

With a plan in mind, Liu Yufeng felt vaguely able to see the path he needed to take for his future growth, at least he was no longer as confused as when he first entered the world of the Dead Sea.

Now we have to go to the dream world again. The old pastor must have his own opinions on this. Moreover, the old pastor must have seen something from himself. He must go and find out after going to bed tonight.

"Clang!"

This was the sound of glass bottles colliding with each other, which interrupted Liu Yufeng's thoughts.

A box of Tsingtao beer was placed at Liu Yufeng's feet, while the other box had been opened and placed on the table.

Opposite Liu Yufeng, Duke watched all this with great interest. The two little feet intertwined proved that he was a little uneasy at this time. After all, this was his first time to dine with the great man, and he felt like he was feeling nowhere.

The feeling of placement.

But this feeling soon disappeared.

Because as Natasha and Hanhan took their seats, Liu Yufeng raised the Tsingtao beer in his hand and nodded at Duke, who was wearing a suit.
Chapter completed!