I Can Crit In Martial Arts

Cultivation is very boring.

Occasionally, he wondered whether he could trigger the previous high-powered crit, but he didn't feel hopeful, so he should practice slowly. The previous crit saved him a lot of time.

Just know that it's enough.

Time flies like an arrow, time flies like an arrow.

[Reminder: Advanced Xuanwu Secret Method! 】

[Hint: trigger 230 times the critical strike! 】

[Get: Magnum Point +230! 】

"Not bad."

Lin Fan was overjoyed, and finally upgraded the Secret Technique of Xuanwu from the beginning to the Jinjin. This is a huge improvement, even the next stage of proficiency is still a bit scary.

It would be great if there were continued high-power critical strikes.

Just thinking about it, you know that this is something you can't expect.

Just when Lin Fan was about to continue cultivating, Heaven was not beautiful, the sky was covered with dark clouds, the wind came, and the sky was drizzling. He got up and left, returned to the mountain gate house, and continued cultivating.

Hoop!

The rain outside is loud, and the sound of rain dripping on the ground is dense.

Lin Fan opened his eyes and did not continue to practice. He opened the door and stood in the room watching the situation outside. The rain was getting worse and worse, and the outside was covered with mist.

Just now.

A figure hurried over in the rain, and when he took a closer look, it turned out to be Gu Ao, and he came from here.

"Brother Lin."

"Brother Gu."

Lin Fan looked suspicious, not knowing what was going on when Gu Ao came over in the heavy rain, just looking at it, it seemed that there was something important.

"Brother Gu, do you need help with anything?" Lin Fan found a towel and handed it to Gu Ao, and asked him to wipe the rain off his body. Seeing him in such a hurry, he thought to himself that this matter is absolutely extraordinary. It should be something urgent.

"Thank you." Gu Ao wiped the rain on his head, and then said in a deep voice, "Brother Lin, can you do me a favor?"

"you said……"

Lin Fan and Gu Ao hadn't seen each other for a while, and found that he had changed a little bit from before. If he had to be careful, he would feel happy.

Soon, as Gu Ao told the story.

He really didn't expect that Gu Ao would be healed with a sister from the same school.

It wasn't long before this junior girl entered the gate of the mountain. At that time, Gu Ao was the taker of the gate, and they happened to meet each other.

"Brother Lin, Junior Sister Zhang’s hometown is in Jiangzhou. Now Jiangzhou is very dangerous. The army has already occupied several cities. She is worried about her relatives there and wants to take them to Ningcheng. I'm afraid to talk to her. The two will encounter danger when they pick up people. I hope Brother Lin can help me." Gu Ao looked at Lin Fan, hoping to help him.

Lin pondered for a moment, and then said: "Okay, I will go with you, when do you plan to leave?"

"If the rain stops tomorrow, we will leave tomorrow." Gu Ao said.

"Okay, then I will wait for Brother Gu's notice."

These are just trivial things, not big things, just a small effort, and they don't have a big impact on cultivation.

Now only need to practice the basalt secret method.

There is no need to move hands or feet, just practice meditation.

"Thank you Brother Lin." Gu Ao was so touched.

The next day!

The rain stopped early. After the rain, the authentic air is very fresh and the temperature is very suitable, that is, the ground is bad after the rain.

Mountain gate.

Lin Fan had seen Gu Ao's partner, and she looked pretty. Seeing Lin Fan coming over, Zhang Yan was a little cautious.

"Brother Lin."

"Junior Sister."

Lin Fan greeted each other with a smile, and I have to say that Gu Ao's vision is still good, that is, taking advantage of the skill of being a catcher, he still has some means to take down the junior sister who enters the mountain gate.

He didn't tell Senior Sister Wu about his leaving the mountain gate. If she said anything, as Senior Sister meant to him, he would go with him.

He thought about the situation in Jiangzhou, it may not be considered safe, and the possibility of encountering danger is still relatively high, so there is no need to take the senior sister with him.

...

Within Jiangzhou.

Lin Fan found that after stepping into Jiangzhou, the atmosphere seemed a little depressed.

As he continued to deepen, he saw many refugees who had fled from afar, ragged and haggard, and they were all war-stricken people.

"Junior sister, which city is your hometown in?" Lin Fan asked.

Zhang Yan said, "Brother back, it's Taicheng, Jiangzhou."

When he met a group of refugees who were walking together, he stepped forward to stop the other party, clasped his fists and said:

"How is the situation in Taicheng now?"

He stopped a refugee and wanted to know the situation in Taicheng. The first time he came to Jiangzhou, he didn't know if the army had occupied Taicheng. If they do, then they will change their strategy.

This refugee was middle-aged, with a lonely expression and dim eyesight. Seeing Lin Fan blocking his way, he sighed helplessly.

"Taicheng is still there. There is nothing to do for the time being, but many people have already migrated. You'd better not go there. It's too dangerous."

"Okay, thanks a lot."

Lin Fan clasped his fists, and then came to Zhang Yan and Gu Ao to tell them about the situation in Taicheng. Zhang Yan secretly relieved when he heard this, as long as there is nothing wrong, but no one can tell the current situation.

The leading army has occupied several cities in succession, and for others, no one knows what will happen next.

"Brother Gu, Junior Sister Zhang, let's hurry up and take Senior Sister Zhang's family to Ning Cheng early." Lin Fan said.

Gu Ao said, "Well, so as not to have many dreams in the night."

Keep going.

night.

The bonfire was burning, and a wild boar was caught and grilled on the fire, with the fragrance wafting everywhere.

"How many gates are there in Jiangzhou?"

The three of them were sitting around the bonfire, and Lin Fan asked. He didn't know the distribution of power outside, and he was a little surprised that Junior Sister Zhang went to Huaizhou to join the orthodox school.

Zhang Yan said, "There are only two gates in Jiangzhou, Tie Jianzong and Haizong."

"Junior sister, why didn't you go to these two gates?"

"The reviews of these two mountain gates are not very good. Hearing people say that authentic Taoism is better, I came to Huaizhou."

"Oh I got it."

Lin Fan feels that the authentic Taoism is very good, but he didn't expect that the external reviews are also the same.

suddenly.

Whoops.

A cracking sound came from a distance, Lin Fan suddenly turned his head, **** clamped an arrow, unexpectedly someone put a cold arrow in the dark, this was something he didn't expect.

"Who, come out, put a cold arrow behind you, it's not the work of a good guy."

Lin Fan looked forward, there was movement there, but instead of throwing the arrow in his hand back, he was waiting, just to see who it was.

Both Gu Ao and Zhang Yan looked over there vigilantly.

quickly.

One after another, figures appeared.

Even though it is dark now, you can still see the other side's appearance. The people who appear are fierce and evil, with knives in their hands.

"A bandit?" Lin Fan whispered ~www.wuxiahere.com~ Zhang Yan said: "Brother, there were a lot of bandits when Jiangzhou was not invaded by Dagan before. Now the chaos is like this, bandits should be rampant. I'm afraid, maybe because I know that many refugees will pass by here, I deliberately blocked this road."

"Hey." Lin Fan was helpless.

After all, the most tragic thing is the ordinary people. Their hometown was destroyed, and there were still bandits on the way to escape. It feels sad to think about it.

"Brother Gu."

"Ok?"

"Are you coming or me?"

"Let me do it."

Gu Ao didn't think much about it. When he came to his wife's hometown and encountered these unrequited bandits, it was natural for him to come, if even these bandits could not be solved.

Isn't it a waste of cultivation all these years?