With Lin Xing's death again, he returned to the past again.
When he opened his eyes this time, he found that he was back behind the door of the woodshed and was holding on to the door to prevent the old man from pushing it open.
He glanced around and saw the doll still lying quietly on the ground motionless.
However, he had no intention of continuing to ask the doll, because from what the other party just said, he thought he had already got the answer.
"I can't beat the big villain outside the door, obviously because I haven't really learned the skills to fight."
Lin Xing knew that the doll was right. Although he had read about self-defense techniques on the Internet, and although he had superpowers, in the final analysis he was just an ordinary college student, and his ability to fight head-on was not as good as those who had learned it.
"I heard from Doll that this old man has learned sword skills, but I don't know any skills. This is the difference."
"But on the other hand, as long as I also practice fighting and fighting, maybe I can beat this old man."
"As for practice... what better learning process than self-defense?"
Thinking of this, Lin Xing's eyes suddenly surged with fighting spirit. He picked up the sickle on the side, opened the door, and rushed forward under the surprised eyes of the old man.
After Lin Xing died two hundred times.
Doll looked at the old man lying on the ground covered in blood, and then looked at Lin Xing who also fell to the ground with a knife, and was extremely shocked: "Genius! Peerless genius! He has mastered a skill in such a short battle!"
Fighting again and again, learning again and again, Lin Xing felt that as he and the old man continued to fight, he could feel more and more clearly the strong killing intent coming from the other party, and even he himself was fighting here.
In the process, the emotions became more and more exciting.
That is a skill called Sickle Technique (First Level).
The doll was filled with confusion: "What is he talking about? When did I remind him? Did he see that there was something wrong with me? Or was he deceiving me? But why did he deceive me for no reason?"
Recalling the content of this memory, Lin Xing became clear: "So that's it, learn skills, master skills, and then hone skills, and finally understand the inheritance."
And under the stimulation of the emotions on both sides, his own body seemed to gradually heat up, as if there were streams of heat running through his body.
With the emergence of this skill, his body seemed to become lighter, the right hand holding the sickle seemed to become more powerful, and the coordination of his whole body seemed to have increased a bit...
The doll looked at Lin Xing, who had a strong body, and calmly dodged the old man's hatchet again and again as if he had foreseen it in advance. He watched Lin Xing bleed with each knife, and finally killed the old man without any injuries, and felt extremely horrified in his heart.
Especially the strong sense of familiarity in his memory made him extremely confused.
After Lin Xing died five hundred times.
The doll looked at Lin Xing who scratched the old man with a sickle, and was a little surprised: "This kid is so good at using a sickle? He was obviously an ordinary person just now."
"And with this amazing fighting talent, the old man's sword skills were completely seen through by him."
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Lin Xing tried to learn how to fight and how to defeat the opponent in each fight.
Then Lin Xing picked up the doll and said, "Thank you so much this time. If it weren't for your reminder, I might not have been able to successfully defend myself. Don't be afraid. I will save you and go out together."
Doll looked at Lin Xing who was fighting with the old man in the small courtyard, and felt a little surprised: "Huh? This kid is pretty good at hiding."
At the same time, as he mastered this skill, more familiar memories emerged in Lin Xing's mind, and he felt that some important memories that he had forgotten had emerged.
After Lin Xing died fifty times.
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After Lin Xing died three hundred times.
"Skills...inheritance..."
How to dodge the opponent's hatchet, how to swing the sickle, how to judge the distance between two people, and try not to get hurt...
"He didn't know any skill before, but he actually mastered it in such a short battle?"
I can’t remember how many times I fought the old man.
On the other side, after Lin Xing killed the old man in self-defense, he closed his eyes and carefully felt the changes in his body.
Doll looked at Lin Xing, who was slightly at a disadvantage in the frontal fight, and said in shock: "It's too fast, this progress is too fast. He was clearly an ordinary person before, how come he has almost mastered a skill in the blink of an eye?"
With the subtle changes in his body, the familiar feeling in his mind came to mind again, and the memory that he couldn't recall seemed to be gradually surfacing.
At this moment, there were two clues of inheritance in his mind, one was called Soldier, and the other was called Taoist.
Lin Xing felt that something that he had forgotten was about to pop up in his mind.
Thinking about the magical power represented by skills and inheritance, Lin Xing couldn't remember why he had relevant memories.
Seeing Lin Xing trying to fight with the old man, the doll on the ground was disdainful: "This kid... wants to learn in battle? It's really weird for a young man to think about such a thing."
"But they definitely haven't understood the inheritance."
The doll on the ground looked at this scene and wondered: "Is this kid crazy? How dare you rush forward without mastering a single skill?"
In that fierce fight, a warm current flowed through Lin Xing's body, and he felt that there was something more in his mind.
As expected, Lin Xing was quickly beheaded again, but when he came back to life again, he was not discouraged. Instead, his eyes were full of fighting spirit. He picked up the sickle and rushed forward again, trying to master more fighting abilities in the life-and-death fight.
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In Lin Xing's revived memory, if he understood the inheritance, he would definitely be much more powerful than the thin man and the old man.
After Lin Xing died a hundred times.
"Although the old man is not as powerful as him, he has mastered two skills, so he was much better than me before."
After Lin Xing died four hundred times.
Lin Xing was a little surprised as he felt the subtle changes in his body. He recalled the sickle technique in his mind, and found that the contents were all summed up by his own battles.
Suddenly he remembered the historical changes he had noticed before, and he couldn't help but guess: "Could my memory be caused by the impact of historical changes?"
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At the same time, Lin Xing also truly understood the real reason why the thin man he met in school before and the old hatchet man he had just killed were stronger than him.
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This is a memory about learning, cultivation and strength.
"It's a pity, it's such a pity that we both died together."
He thought with some surprise: "Skills... So this is what skills mean, and after learning it, it directly strengthened my body?"
Unfortunately, there were too few clues about this matter. Lin Xing knew that he could not get results by just thinking at this moment, so he could only keep it in his heart for the time being.
"The teleportation user in school should also have mastered many skills, so he is so much stronger than me."
Not to mention that the doll was full of questions, Lin Xing stuffed the doll into his arms, and walked cautiously out of the yard with the sickle in hand.
"Monster! Unparalleled monster! Ancestor, I have never seen such a monster in all my life."
He thought in his mind: "We have to find a way to call the police first..."
But when the courtyard door opened and he stepped out, he was already back in the bedroom.
At the same time that Lin Xing appeared, he immediately felt that he was surrounded, and more than ten pistols were aimed at his location.