Lin Xing entered the garden again, unleashed his Taiqing Changquan stance and rushed towards Marshal Zhang.
Charge again and again, Lin Xing continued to hone his Taiqing Changquan, and at the same time gained experience in fighting Zhang Dashuai to the death.
Under the pressure of such a master who was far stronger than him, Lin Xing felt that his boxing skills and practical combat experience were accumulated rapidly. Every time he fought with all his strength, he continued to understand more truths.
By the time he felt that he was reaching the limit of mental exhaustion and the effects of his training were getting worse and worse, his Taiqing Changquan had already made great progress.
Taiqing Changquan (1.2% on the second level) → Taiqing Changquan (27.9% on the second level)
Lin Xing thought in his mind: "Practice after the second level of Taiqing Changquan is much slower. I can only practice to this point for now. If you want to become stronger next, the best way is to rest for a while and then continue.
Just brush Zhang Dashuai..."
At the same time, Lin Xing had already turned back time again, entered the garden, and stood in front of the commander.
"Don't be nervous, the people in Jiangjiacun have already surrendered you..."
"From today on, you are my personal guard..."
The marshal looked at Lin Xing with admiration and asked, "You will be responsible for guarding my mansion for the time being..."
"Perhaps I can memorize the toilets in this mansion and ensure that when fighting anywhere in the mansion, I can get them within half a minute."
For the next time, he just observed everyone who came in and out of the study.
"What just... happened?"
At first, he just closed his eyes and rested his mind. After he recovered a little, he started to assassinate Marshal Zhang again and again.
When Lin Xing came to his senses, he was already standing guard outside the study room again.
So Lin Xing simply used this attack to turn back time and complete training again and again.
Most of the time, he just used the Taiqing Chang Fist to rush towards him. Sometimes he would walk up to the opponent and try to sneak attack, or he would take advantage of Zhang Dashuai to eat or use the toilet.
Only by raising the skills to the limit and completing the sublimation of the skills can it be possible for these martial arts to achieve otherworldly effects.
Bai Yiyi judged: "According to your statement, being able to crush you in terms of strength and speed has completely exceeded the limits of the physical body. And his ability to roar may be a sound fighting technique similar to a lion's roar."
Lin Xing stared closely at Dashuai Zhang, thinking that he would follow him every day and fight him alone.
Strength:2.9→3.1 old man
Speed:2.3→2.5 old man
Physical fitness: 2.9→3.1 old man
Feeling the newly enhanced body, Lin Xing was very satisfied, but at the same time he felt that the speed of the body's strengthening had slowed down. The improvement brought by Taiqing Changquan this time was not as good as the changes in the past when he reached the first and second levels.
For the next whole day, Lin Xing stayed beside Dashuai Zhang.
…
In the study, a servant whose neck had been broken fell to the ground, holding a short stick with a burning fuse in his hand.
Lin Xing stared at the slightly flustered expression, still stopped him, and said, "Do you want to commit an assassination?"
He thought about Dashuai Zhang's movement as he flew away, shook his head, and thought to himself: "We haven't succeeded at all."
"Dashuai Zhang is too wary and his movements are too fast. This attack is destined to fail, but it will give me an advantage."
Through today's many practices, Lin Xing has also summarized this combat method targeting the enemy's spiritual weaknesses into his own combat experience, making him feel that his death fighting experience has been enriched.
After going back in time again, Lin Xing, who felt a little tired, decided to take a rest.
"It seems that this Marshal Zhang has probably completed the sublimation of at least one skill."
A trace of doubt flashed in Lin Xing's eyes, and the dragon stick exploded with a bang. A shock wave swept through his body and took away his life.
Because he died so quickly, Lin Xing didn't understand what was happening, so he simply did nothing and continued to wait for death to come.
Taiqing Changquan (27.9% at the second level) → Taiqing Changquan (5.1% at the third level)
The handsome voice came from the study: "Let him come in."
He secretly concluded in his mind: "The time when Marshal Zhang is at his weakest is when he goes to the toilet, and because of his mysophobia, the trick of throwing feces has a miraculous effect."
Lin Xing recalled his last memory before his death and thought to himself: "The figure at the beginning seems to be Marshal Zhang?"
Otherwise, no matter how magical an ordinary roar is, it cannot make him dizzy and make it difficult to move.
Listening to what Lin Xing said, Dashuai Zhang burst out laughing: "It's rare for you to have such loyalty. Well, then you can stay with me."
Lin Xing nodded thoughtfully: "As expected, Marshal Zhang has an upgraded level of combat power, which is much stronger than my heritage level."
"It seems that improving physical fitness becomes more difficult the further you go."
After being recruited as a personal guard by Marshal Zhang, Lin Xing first went to get his military uniform and put it on, then returned to the room and temporarily put down his backpack and dolls.
The progress of Taiqing Changquan also led to the growth of his physical fitness.
I saw Dashuai Zhang slamming out of the study door like a thunderbolt, and his body shot away.
On the way, he told Bai Yiyi about the intelligence he had collected.
After waiting for a long time, Lin Xing finally saw the servant with the explosives, who was walking towards the study with a piece of tea.
After a while, when he returned to Dashuai Zhang, he had already come to the study to start working, while Lin Xing and three other guards were guarding the door.
At noon on the fourth day, Lin Xing was still guarding the commander and assassinating him.
Among them, even if one understands the inheritance of soldiers, the normal various boxing skills, sword skills, sword skills and other skills are still purely physical skills.
Hone skills, understand inheritance, and sublimate skills... This is the training process that Lin Xing knows.
He immediately stretched out his hand and blocked it in front of the servant.
In the process of continuing to hone his skills, he got to know Zhang Dashuai more and more deeply.
When Lin Xing came back to his senses again, he was extremely surprised: "What was that thing just now? Explosives? Someone used explosives to assassinate Marshal Zhang? It was simply a terrorist attack."
His Taiqing Changquan also improved greatly in these three days, and finally reached the third level.
I just heard him shout: "After hearing the Marshal's many deeds, I just want to be by your side day and night, and it's best to never leave him."
In the next three days, apart from eating and sleeping, Lin Xing stayed close to Marshal Zhang and repeatedly assassinated him.
Suddenly, a gust of wind sounded from behind him. Just as Lin Xing turned his head, he only had time to see a blurry figure flash past behind him.
But this time, because he focused on the direction of the study, he turned around the moment something unusual happened.
Then there was a loud noise, followed by a burst of flames and severe pain.
The servant hurriedly said: "This is the refreshment prepared by Madam, and asked the villain to bring it in."
The servant's expression immediately changed. He took out the long dragon-shaped tube and pulled it. With the sound of burning, he wanted to rush into the study.
The guards and soldiers around him were so frightened when they saw this scene that they fled in panic.
In fact, with their skills, they might not be able to stop the servants and escape intact, but the burning explosives were too scary, and almost no one present could make a calm judgment under such a threat.
Only one person remained calm and composed. He calmly grabbed the long pipe, as if he had practiced it countless times, and calmly extinguished the sparks on the dragon's head.