Chapter 1050： secret training

The golden high-level task, hanging high at the top of all his task lists, showed its difference.

The progress of the list is still at a short 1%, and it will probably take countless time and energy to make progress in the future.

But Lin Wei is still young, and they still have a lot of time to cultivate him.

With this foreshadowing, Lin Ming began to think about the future of several other children.

He lives in a pleasant atmosphere himself, and hopes to provide such an atmosphere to his children.

But that doesn't mean he wants to waste the child's talent.

The system once said that his children will all be dragons and phoenixes in the future.

If the child's future changes because of his over-indulgence, it should not be.

Maybe he should have observed their hobbies early and planned their future direction for them.

In a certain field, it is not easy to reach the top. Even if you have talent, you should put in unimaginable efforts.

It is undoubtedly the most time-saving and labor-saving method to set goals for children, let them start from an early age, and gradually move towards the future direction little by little.

After leaving the secret training base for a short time and saying goodbye to his children, Lin Ming returned to this dark place.

In addition to those who train him, he is also doing special training himself.

The previous practice of forcibly recalling "Five Animals" by the system sounded the alarm in his heart.

In the later period, during his confrontation with the people on Long Island, Tai Chi, which was not noticed on weekdays, surprised him and undoubtedly brought him a little inspiration.

Longxia has been inherited for thousands of years, and there are countless examples of martial arts.

He doesn't necessarily have to rely on the secret manuals produced by the system to cultivate, and traditional martial arts can also surprise him.

And last time Xie Daoyan was impressed by his elegant flute and sword, and he also came up with the idea of ​​learning traditional cold weapons.

Among the traditional cold weapons, the sword is the ancestor of the hundred soldiers, which is unpredictable, the knife is strong and powerful, and the momentum is endless.

In the process of research, he also discovered a very wonderful thing, these traditional cold weapons are very suitable for his method of breathing.

The two imposed together is the effect of 1+12.

In the secret base, on the ring made of the hardest rock, Lin Ming stood alone holding his sword.

Opposite him stood a whole team eager to try.

"Boss, don't let it go later!"

"Hahaha, I don't believe that a group of us can't contain the boss alone."

"You can't beat it, but not necessarily a sneak attack!"

Lin Ming listened to their chatter, smiled confidently, and gently flicked the sword in his hand.

"Let's go together. If you win the reward later, you can choose whatever you want."

Lin Ming's generous reward undoubtedly ignited the blood of his opponent.

"Hahahaha! Boss, this is what you said, we can choose the reward as we like, and don't regret it!"

"Since the boss said so, then we can't be polite. Brothers, don't forget how the boss tortured us in the past. We have to pay it back!"

These people are all people whose physical fitness has been significantly improved after cultivating "Five Animals Opera" recently.

This match between Lin Ming and them is not only testing them, but also testing himself.

"In that case, let's start."

The battle is imminent.

A person against a group of people is an obvious weakness from a visual point of view, but Lin Ming's momentum is not allowed at all.

He stood here like a needle in the sea, making people firmly believe that he would definitely win.

"I'm sorry, boss, I'm here first!"

A man clenched his fists and rushed up from the side quickly. The steps under his feet were very rhythmic, as if they were dancing to the beat of some drums, sometimes on the left, sometimes on the right, confusing people's sight.

Lin Ming smiled lazily as he watched him approach him.

"good!"

"Boss, don't take it lightly!"

The man is approaching!

Lin Ming held the sword and stood with his hands side by side. Suddenly, the sword in his right hand was changed to his left. A simple horizontal barrage stopped directly, and he didn't know when it circled in front of the man on his left.

"Your footwork is good, but you are too tender to confuse me!"

Lin Ming raised his eyebrows with a smile, grabbed the person he found, and left the ring directly.

The confrontation between the two was completed in just a few seconds. The others saw that the vanguard was eliminated in less than three seconds, and suddenly rushed up the entire arena from the original quietness to the noisy, under the arena. A group of spectators also began to shout fiercely.

"Come on, go on, knock down the boss!"

"Boss, don't give them a good look, beat them down one by one and make them crazy!"

Bang bang bang!

The sound of physical collisions in the arena was endless, but most of them were collisions between teams, and no one could get within a foot of Lin Ming's body.

The flickering iron sword in his hand was danced like a tiger by him.

The cold light brought by the iron sword is like the autumn water, gentle to the extreme, but also cold to the extreme.

The method of breathing that Lin Ming has mastered controls the rhythm of every inch of his body muscles, making his muscles fit closely with every movement he swings.

His movements appear to be wide open, but in fact he uses only a small amount of force.

Compared to those opponents who attacked with all their strength, he had to save too much effort.

So much so that when the group of people standing opposite him collapsed on the ring with exhaustion, he still stood in the middle with a sword in his hand like a **** of war.

"Don't play, don't play, the boss is too strong, we admit defeat!"

"It doesn't matter, you go down and change a team to come up."

Lin Ming is determined today, and he wants to wear one by one.

Some of the spectators who were standing under the ring took off their clothes and jumped directly onto the one, and some went up with the firearms they had already prepared.

For being able to defeat Lin Ming, they have been looking forward to it for a long time, and they will not care.

"Since the boss, we are welcome!"

Next, the changes in the arena were even more varied. In addition to the most primitive boxing and kung fu, all hidden weapons and firearms were used.

But in fact, they still failed to defeat Lin Ming.

That person stood in the center of the ring at first sight, leaving an invincible impression on them.

After a hearty game, Lin Ming took his sword and got off the ring.

The high-tech synthetic iron sword was already covered with pits and pits. In fact, if it wasn't in the ring, Lin Ming injected his original force into the sword, and the sword would have been broken long ago.

He sighed softly.

There are still too few weapons available.

Longya is powerful, but after all, it is a short sword, and its attack range is limited, and sneak attacks are okay. If it is a large-scale group battle, he prefers guns.

Lin Ming pondered, when will he be able to get a gun that suits his aesthetics and practicality.