"Is that so... is it intuition?" Feng Xue's acting skills were full, relying on the person opposite him that he would never kill him, completely treating himself as an ordinary person, but thinking about this seemingly absurd shootout in his mind the meaning represented.

The will of the deceased also said before that he lacked the fighting instinct to exert his ability. This instinct is definitely not an innate ability in the original intention, but a subconscious behavior that does not require thinking and seems to be born knowing what to do. That is, intuition.

This reminded him of Sani, one of the food captives, one of the four kings of food.

Sani has hundreds of thousands of hairs that have sense of touch and can convey will, but according to the evaluation of his teacher, Yuemon, he is a layman.

Hundreds of thousands of hairs need to be controlled, which requires a lot of concentration and wisdom. Sending attack commands in sequence will not only cause brain fatigue, but also slow down your own attack speed. In order to make up for the inability to defeat the beasts of the gourmet world, the ability Yuemon gave him was intuition.

In the words of the Department of Gastronomy, when you eat, do you think about how to stretch out your chopsticks, or do you think about rice?

Even in the sea tiger world, there is the same saying: the use of acupuncture points, valves and power points of all parts of the body is the focus of the power of the sea tiger blasting fist. There are thousands of different combinations, and the punches you use can produce different blasting effects. But to be able to achieve this extremely strong state in an instant is not only difficult, but also a waste of time. Therefore, in actual combat, there is no need to think so much - as long as the consciousness of boxing is integrated into the body. Follow, let him bang down! (Original words)

Instinctize combat and let intuition guide one's strength. This is not to give up thinking, but to use precious thinking in more appropriate places.

Don't think about how to hit, just think about where to hit!

The mind is the general, the body is the soldier, you don't need to think about what each soldier should do, just tell the soldiers that you need to do it!

It's easier said than done. The body is not a soldier and cannot think on its own. Therefore, it needs to be guided by intuition transformed from experience and memory. This intuition is not innate, but is integrated into instinct after countless trainings. subconscious thinking.

After he figured this out, Feng Xue's road ahead suddenly became clear. He saw the direction he was heading, and he was glad that he had deleted the redundant memories. of.

Skills are the weapons used by the weak to defeat the strong. If they are strong, even if they deliberately learn them, they will not be able to control them like the weak.

Knowing what to do next, Feng Xue acted even harder. At this time, he was like a real ordinary person, hugging his head and running around, and then Angelina Jolie... I mean Fox was forcibly thrown into the car In the middle of the night, she watched the gunfight between her and the cheap dad in a daze, and then, in a violent collision, she smashed her head into the car.

"It's really a simple and rude handling method..." Feng Xue grabbed the time and swayed up from the table. There was still a pain in the forehead. Although the coma was pretending, the touch was not fake. of.

She does a full set of acting, and she still has the actor's self-cultivation.

Standing up swayingly, Feng Xue looked around at the surrounding environment. It looked like an abandoned workshop, a trash can surrounded by flies, a wooden table with drawings and notes scattered around, and a nearby The crowd of onlookers stared at him in a coma.

"Well, can someone explain to me what this place is?" Feng Xue asked with a reluctant American smile as much as possible.

"I thought you would be taller." A slightly old voice came from a height, with black skin and gray hair, and the spell on his forehead proved that he was not young.

However, considering the ageing problem of Europeans and Americans, this guy who seems to be in his 60s or 70s may or may not be in his 50s.

"Sir, if you think I'm short, you can find someone taller, so what, can you send me back? I've never seen you before, and I don't know where this place is. You can send me back with a blindfold. , um, if you don't worry, you can be stunned, I'm not rich, and I don't have rich parents, really, and my boss is a scumbag, you kidnap me and you won't get any money..." Feng Xue at this time It's like a talker, his mouth is not idle at all, and he spit out a series of lines.

To his words, the old man had no intention of responding at all. He just walked to the table where he was lying with a blank face, picked up the trash can with flies flying ten meters away, and then took out a He handed over a pistol of a brand that Feng Xue did not know.

"Knock off the wings of the fly."

?д?;)!!!" Feng Xue looked at the old **** with a rather speechless expression——

"Then, what, are you sure you didn't find the wrong person?"

Feng Xue's acting skills can be said to be quite in place, but it is precisely because of his perfect acting skills that an icy cylinder just rests on the back of his head.

"I count three, you shoot, or I shoot..." This guy who appeared behind Feng Xue was another black man, and this guy with a marinated egg said behind Feng Xue in the same voice as that **** male anchor. , that tone made Feng Xue feel cold all over, as if he would be pressed on the table at any time—the kind of philosophical aura of a meal.

"one……"

Along with the countdown of the niggers, Feng Xue's face began to twitch, and very, very, very helplessly, picked up the gun in the old nigger's hand and started aiming at the trash can.

Then, he found an embarrassing thing-

He couldn't get nervous.

Although he knew that he would really shoot if he didn't shoot the braised egg **** behind him, he just couldn't get nervous, because the corpse vein's talent could block the impact of bullets even if he didn't activate it - this is probably the reason he gave it to him. A layer of insurance on little life.

Can't get nervous, Regal Engines... well, I mean the heart won't speed up.

And if the heart rate is not accelerated, Wesley's talent will not be activated, if the talent is not activated, Feng Xue's pistol with only 26 points may not be able to hit a fixed target accurately, let alone a fly's wings!

"Calm down, calm down... Uh, no, it's not calm, it's excitement. In short, the characters in the original work can control their heartbeats on their own after exercising. There's no reason why I can't. I feel nervous, nervous... Forget it, a lunatic has a hairy nervousness. , alchemy, activate it for me!" Feng Xue grinned, took a deep breath, and directly used alchemy to stimulate the internal organs to secrete adrenaline.

His breathing became rapid~lightnovelpub.net~ The heartbeat began to intensify, and at the same time as the blood flow accelerated, he found that his neural reflexes were improving. The agility that was originally 70 points soared to at least 80 at this moment!

The flies in sight grew bigger, which reminded him of how he felt when he was shooting arrows with white eyes.

But the difference is that the accuracy of his archery is maintained by the Chakra line, and at this moment, he seems to instinctively understand how to make the bullet hit the target.

"Instinct? Or intuition? No, shooting is just the use of foreign objects. Neither I nor Wesley can have this instinct. It should be a talent. This body's innate shooting talent!" Feng Xue thought to himself. , but compared to that, the "three" slowly entering his ears from the back of his head was telling him that he couldn't wait any longer, so he pulled the trigger like this——

"Bang bang bang bang bang..."

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