I Really Don’t Want To Be a Natural Disaster

Vol 2 Chapter 871: Chun brother cracked

But for a while, he didn't figure it out.

Brother Daqing continued:

"Brother Jian, what's behind you?"

Jian Nanchun was taken aback by Yi Lin's sudden problems. But he answered from the heart: "There are juniors."

"mistaken!"

Yi Lin gave way to a position.

Behind Yi Lin, a snowman was piled up at some unknown time, and the word "sword" was engraved on the snowman.

Jian Nanchun: "..."

"So, the brother only paid attention to me, and didn't notice the snowman."

I don’t even know that the answer to your question is a snowman!

Brother Jian's mentality collapsed slightly.

But Jian Nanchun, as a dignified golden core monk, had a high level of understanding, and vaguely, he understood something.

Under the eaves, Xia Xiaoman watched the dumb riddles enthusiastically. She looked at Jian Nanchun's collapsed expression and felt the burning bait in her hand.

Jian Nanchun was silent, thoughtful.

Yi Lin continued:

"Ruying...cough cough, the key to the tracking technique is here. If you want to learn, first of all, you can't think of yourself as a person."

"In this way, the sense of presence will not drop?"

"Who pays attention to people who are not human?"

"Presence is a very subtle thing,"

"You will notice the enemy's killer moves, you will notice the brilliant special effects, you will notice the top card in front of the brothel, you will look for an inn in the heavy rain, and you will look around when your legs hurt. The one who attacked you."

Jian Nanchun: "?"

"But you won't notice the dead leaves on the big tree next to the enemy, you won't notice the shadows behind you, you won't notice the paint peeling on the plaque of the brothel, let alone the heavy rain. , Into the turbulent water droplets."

"If you want others to think you are a'shadow', first of all, you have to be a'shadow'."

"Squeeze down your emotions, ease your breathing, suppress your heartbeat, forget the fact that you are a human being, and completely blend into the surrounding environment."

...

If Yi Lin's former friends were here, he would probably marvel at Jian Nanchun's boldness.

One dared to learn, the other dared to teach.

What Yi Lin is doing now, I dare not say that there will be no one in the future, but it is definitely unprecedented.

He normally knows a "non-apostle" to realize the ability similar to the apostle's skills.

That night, when there was a riot in Jingnan City, the mysterious assassin hiding in the shadow of the King of Zhennan, his techniques inspired Yi Lin.

This is not an ordinary world.

In this world, there are fairy trails, demons, Buddhist Taoism, Qi refiners, and people seeking longevity.

With the help of the unique "spiritual energy" of this world, is it possible to create a certain "gong method" to achieve the effect of "skills"?

Yi Lin is looking forward to Jian Nanchun's performance.

I saw Jian Nanchun really calm down under Yi Lin's "pointing", breathing smoothly, in the courtyard, motionless like a sculpture.

This is the usual posture of monks to "meditate", sitting cross-legged, with five hearts facing the sky.

But at this moment, Jian Nanchun was quieter, calmer, and more heart-stopping than usual.

Time passed by every minute and every second.

Xia Xiaoman was full and took a nap.

In the afternoon,

There was hail in the sky.

A thin hail hit Jian Nanchun's body, wet his white clothes, but failed to disrupt Jian Nanchun's breathing and rhythm.

at night.

It's snowing.

Fengxue piled Jian Nanchun into a snowman.

The Jiannanchun snowman stands in stark contrast with the "sword card" snowman built by Yi Lin.

After Jian Nanchun entered the state, Yi Lin left.

Even Xia Xiaoman has become a monk in the Qi training period, he can't lag behind.

There is no time for practice.

In the blink of an eye,

At the end of the twelfth lunar month, Jingnan City ushered in the 14th year of the Jisheng calendar, January 1.

With lights and festoons in the city, the residents swept away their previous depression, playing with snow on the streets and shouting to the merchants.

This world seems to have the same habit of celebrating the New Year.

Say goodbye to the old and welcome the new, and reunite relatives and friends.

"Fourteenth year."

Yi Lin and Xia Xiaoman were in the yard, under a tree, and a bonfire was lit. The two sat aside, each holding a few skewers with vegetables, shiitake mushrooms, radishes, winter bamboo shoots, and hobs in their hands. Lamb chunks, beef hooves dipped in juice, various ingredients, red, green, and green, and sprinkled with special "Yin brand spices".

When the surface of beef and mutton is slightly browned, the gravy drips, and the bonfire makes a crisp sound, under Jian Nanchun's "Thousands of Opportunities", the meat is scented and mixed with the fragrance of vegetables, which is particularly attractive.

"Save a little bit, there is not much stock left!"

Yi Lin watched as the younger sister was shaking her hands like a severe Parkinson's patient in order to make the skewers more fragrant. The powder splashed on the skewers, and about one-third of them fell into the fire, secretly hurting.

"Senior brother, don't be so stingy. It's just some seasoning powder, what a big deal!"

Xia Xiaoman pushed her chest out hard, showing contempt, Parkinson's hands became more serious, and there was no cure.

"you……"

Yi Lin raised his hand, and finally dispelled the idea of ​​forcibly taking it back.

Don’t say this in front of the elder of Baicao Mountain, Ye Liangchen.

These powders are all ground from the treasures of heaven and earth on the fairy mountain.

Ye Liangchen should be stingy, let him know that if you squander his fairy grass powder so much, you must be beaten to death.

Yi Lin slandered secretly.

"The string on your right has to be turned around. The heat is almost there."

"The skewer on the left hand side, the fans are almost overwhelming the meat..."

"Don't eat it yet, let the brother take a shot first."

The light flashed, the soul food was automatically generated, and the fragrance was scented.

The two were immersed in hard work, for fear of who would lose.

"Sister, forgive me for being blunt..."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

"If you eat any more, next time I'm afraid of Brother Jian's flying sword, I won't be able to catch you!"

"Go... hiccup~"

The two are full.

"Crack."

The ice sculpture that had been frozen for an unknown number of days opened a gap.

Yi Lin and Xia Xiaoman looked at each other, their hearts felt as if they were one to clean up the bonfire, and the other hurriedly hid the empty chacha in the snow.

"Kakka-"

The ice sculpture cracked from it, revealing Jian Nanchun's gentle smile.

Jian Nanchun stood up suddenly like a giant, with a breath of Dao Fa cumin all over his body.

Yi Lin was taken aback, Jian Nanchun was... a breakthrough?

"In the courtyard... why is it so scented?"

As soon as Jian Nanchun broke the ice, he smelled a scent that made his index finger move.

"Brother Sword, did you break through?"

Yi Lin and Xia Xiaoman wiped the corners of their mouths at the same time as if nothing had happened, and Yi Lin asked actively.

"Hey, Junior Brother Lin, Junior Brother Lin, you are really my lucky star!" Jian Nanchun mentioned the cultivation base, no longer caring about the fragrance or smell of the surroundings. He slapped forward and held Yi tightly. Rin's white palms carefully rubbed his hands: "Brother Lin, brother, I have been struggling with the bottleneck on the seventh layer of the Golden Core for three years. Unexpectedly, I had an epiphany and my cultivation level broke through!"

It's not easy...

If it weren't for the purpose of stabilizing the brother's compulsion, Jian Nanchun was looking up at the sky at a 45-degree side angle, suppressing tears of joy.

"Then your tail-tracking technique?"

Yi Lin's eyebrows twitched, and he didn't care whether Senior Brother Jian's cultivation level broke through or not. What he was even more curious was whether Jian Nanchun had realized something similar to "following the shadow".

Breaking...isn't it easy?

Whether it is the [Bloodthirsty Disaster] forcibly breaking through the limit lock of human attributes,

Or it may borrow the "soul clone" to forcefully break through the barriers of realm,

For Yi Lin, it seemed to be easy, without any worries at all.

His troubles in his practice are that his breath leaks from time to time.

Ever since Green Little Bat pressed the "soul clone" manufacturing technique into his head, Yi Lin had no more troubles in this regard.

So he couldn't understand Jian Nanchun's ecstasy.

Ah~

The joy, anger, sorrow, and hatred between people can only be ridiculed, not empathy.

When Yi Lin asked about this,

Jian Nanchun's forty-five-degree angle was slightly slanted, and his eyelids lowered his jaw: "This... Speaking of this, it is a little embarrassing. Brother does not seem to understand the legendary'trailing trailing technique'." A little bit more embarrassed: "Maybe this is the talent of Junior Brother, this secret method seems to be particularly suitable for Junior Brother Lin to practice, skill is like his own, and man is like his skill. Brother... ashamed!"

Yi Lin: "?"

How does this sound like a curse?

When Yi Lin was wondering whether to hit Jian Nanchun's face, Jian Nanchun was happy because of the breakthrough, and he involuntarily entered the infatuation mode~www.readwn.com~ I saw that he slowly took out that layer from his arms and lost the layer. The son-mother nail of the epidermis, even if he doesn't understand the use of this magic weapon, this does not prevent Brother Jian from seeing things and thinking about people, and rubbing repeatedly:

"But even if the brother can’t comprehend the legendary'tailing tracking technique', it’s okay. It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter, as long as the brother’s cultivation base can climb step by step and make breakthroughs, one day, the brother will be able to hold his head up. Chest, standing next to Junior Sister Chao, shielding her from all the **** storms and stormy waves in the world~~~~~?"

Jian Nanchun was fine originally.

But somehow, when he talked about the last word "lang", his eyes were round and his hair stood up like frying hair. He stared at the wooden nails in his hand, and the word "lang" uttered. The trembling is high, wave after wave, like a dolphin crying in spring, and like a yellow oriole singing a kingfisher, joy and sadness, extremely complicated.

Brother Chun froze again.

Yi Lin followed Jian Nanchun's dull eyes and looked down.

No wonder Brother Chun reacted like this,

The mother and daughter nails used to locate and track Chao Rushuang... are cracked.