Nightmare’s Call

Lin Sheng practiced again and again.

Shengying constantly transmitted the parameters of each practice and the data that needed to be adjusted to his mind. Then sketch the dotted line directly, on his vision for the next practice.

The whole white lion fighting technique, the six-style basics, are all coherent, and it is basically a set of movements that simulate a male lion hunting and killing prey.

ten minutes later.

Lin Sheng withdrew his fighting stance and looked at Master Cohen who was beside him with a look of relief.

"Very well, your posture and movements are already very standard, and the next step is to practice repeatedly for many years to engrave them into your bones."

"Yes." Lin Sheng nodded.

"Then, next, I'll adjust the muscles for you."

After just adjusting it, under Cohen's surprised expression, Lin Sheng has completely mastered the essence of muscle power in the White Lion Fighting Technique.

Cohen didn't believe it, and asked Lin Sheng to perform it again.

Looking at this little kid who is only a few years old, he actually poses perfectly in the six basic forms of white lion fighting.

And there's nothing wrong with muscular development.

"very good!"

Cohen's eyes changed a bit.

“Excellent! Very good!”

He seemed to be slightly excited that before he was about to enter the old and feeble period, he could meet such a talented seedling.

This is his luck.

"Then, let me tell you the key points of breathing when exerting force." Cohen decided to observe again to see if Lin Sheng's performance was just a short-term one.

But then, he explained the key points of breathing carefully and in a low voice, and Lin Sheng memorized them all after only one lecture, and he was very easy to use and use them proficiently.

after an hour.

Lin Sheng learned all the content of today's course that Cohen originally prepared.

Originally, he planned to spend the entire morning, a total of four hours, completing these.

But for Lin Sheng, it is too easy for him to control his physical body, even without the assistance of the Holy Shadow.

It is different from Bei Tansi and others on the side.

While these boys and girls were still practicing and proficient in basic school sword moves, Lin Sheng had already perfectly mastered the basics of white lion fighting.

And it's not what Cohen thought.

Lin Sheng didn't need to waste time practicing repeatedly, he only needed to use the holy shadow to assist, and it was not difficult to use the soul to react on the body and affect the muscle memory.

After all, he himself is a top powerhouse who has already mastered his combat skills, and his realm of consciousness is far beyond this basic level.

All that is missing is fine control and development of the physical body.

Under the consumption of soul power, Lin Sheng quickly absorbed the white lion fighting technique into his body.

In the next few days, Cohen also formally saw Lin Sheng's powerful learning talent.

Anything, as long as he teaches it once, it can be memorized thoroughly, and after a little explanation, it can be used flexibly.

With the support of abundant resources under the territory, over time.

Three years later.

Cohen taught Lin Sheng all the tricks of the white lion fighting technique.

In fact, Lin Sheng didn't need so much time to learn simple fighting skills from basic to advanced to advanced.

Cohen spent more time explaining to Lin Sheng the various enemies and opponents he had encountered.

He practiced in his youth and fought thousands of battles.

All kinds of opponents, what weaknesses and flaws do they have, what strengths and abilities they have that are hard to guard against, and so on.

These are valuable information materials. For Lin Sheng, it is also one of the good channels to understand the world.

In the past three years, apart from making sure that there was nothing wrong with the holy river, he basically focused all his attention on this side.

At the age of six, his stature has reached more than 1.4 meters. In addition to learning combat skills, he also needs to learn various miscellaneous etiquette necessary for nobles.

Then I have to attend tea parties with my mother every once in a while, and socialize with a group of little kids imitating adults with clumsy etiquette.

Simply mentally handicapped!

Lin Sheng stood alone with a cup of prepared goat milk, walked to the corner of the garden, looked at the crooked moon at night, and quietly enjoyed the quiet space alone.

The sound of musical instruments at the tea party in the distance kept wafting in my ears.

There were other noble children chatting and playing in the garden.

Lin Sheng stood aside alone, his height stood out from the crowd.

Now that he has fully mastered the white lion fighting technique, he has streamlined explosive muscles all over his body. Tall and tall, almost as tall as an eleven or twelve-year-old boy.

On weekdays, he devotes all his energy to studying and researching the nature of the world and the project of true spirit change. Don't bother talking to other brats at all.

Only sister Xia Weier and brother Bei Tansi had the opportunity to speak to him.

But every time they spoke, the two children covered their faces and ran away crying.

"Mafaria, why are you running into the corner by yourself again?" Elder sister Xia Weier ran over. At the age of twelve, she was already slim and tall, and her small breasts trembled slightly as she ran.

Lin Sheng was dressed in a white dress, and his soft brown and black short hair somewhat covered his indifferent eyes.

"Go and play, I don't like those games." He replied calmly.

"But you will have no friends like this!" Xia Weier puffed up her mouth and said.

"Weak people are not qualified to be my friend." Lin Sheng replied flatly. He came to this world not to understand the interpersonal communication here. Focusing on knowledge is the first task.

"You're too harsh!" Xia Weier decisively reached out and grabbed Lin Sheng's hand. "Everyone is very curious about you, you are a well-known genius! Come quickly."

She pulled Lin Sheng straight to the middle of the garden.

More than a dozen heirs of other nobles have gathered there.

The elder brother Bei Tansi was also among them, talking with several teenagers of the same age.

It's just that this guy's eyes kept drifting towards a girl with a good figure and ponytail.

Lin Sheng didn't know the rest of them. He just glanced at them briefly, then turned his attention away, and was about to step aside and close his eyes to rest.

"Is this the young genius of our Cuijing Fortress, Master Mafaria?"

"It looks so cold."

"He's only six years old, right? Why is he so big?"

"I don't know if it's because you took too much medicine?"

The voices of these little brats who thought they were soft were almost the same as talking face-to-face before Lin Sheng's strengthened body.

When Bei Tansi saw Lin Sheng approaching, she quickly gave him a flattering smile.

Standing beside him were two boys, one with a gentle expression and a good temper.

But the other one has a fake smile on his face anytime and anywhere, and this boy looks like he is in the middle age among this group of people.

What caught Lin Sheng's attention was the faint gloomy aura about him.

If it weren't for his own control of the divine power, the soul would have a strong response to all the dark negative energy fluctuations.

I'm afraid there is no way to detect the abnormality in this boy.

This guy seems to be hiding something. His strength and aura are completely different from those of the children around him.

But Lin Sheng just glanced at it and didn't bother to look any further. No matter what is hidden, it is rubbish in his eyes.