Chapter 550

Almost every time he learns skills with his savvy, Lu Zhengkang feels as if he is separated from the rest of the world. But if he gets used to this feeling, it's actually like a big dream, and it's just a slow journey.

In the time of calming down his mind, he saw the aboriginal villains running fiercely, but his brain was in chaos. He had planned to choose another martial arts internal skill from the system, but now he had to cheer up and face the enemy.

The dragon and lion spear is a superb internal force martial art, but it is not suitable for novices like him. The third rate martial arts is good luck, the second rate martial arts is good luck, and the first-class martial arts is good luck. Lu Zhengkang only learned basic gun theory and good luck, but he didn't practice internal Qi, so he couldn't use further power.

That's right, but it's more than enough to deal with these small and frail Aboriginal boys.

Lu Zhengkang held up his blood spear and took a grand four level horse step. He felt a sense of courage in his heart. He stressed on the blood spear in his hand, and the spirit hidden in it was released. At a glance, he could see a villain shadow attached to the spear tip.

The charging children suddenly burst into a scream. They suddenly stopped and were less than three feet away from Lu Zhengkang's attack range. Even if their legs took another two steps to die, they were really frightened by the spirit of the blood quenching spear.

This was a surprise. Lu Zhengkang stepped up a little bit and kept his vigilance. Every time he took a step, the natives would step back three steps. These gray skinned figures, with rough facial features and wide eye distance, looked clumsy and dull, but they had rich expressions, and were full of fear and anger.

"Drink!" When Lu Zhengkang made a threat, the gray skinned villains immediately stepped back in horror. The front row of the villains shrank too fast, and they were stumbling by the back row and fell all over the place.

A bunch of stupid people.

Lu Zhengkang knew that there was no threat to them, so he relaxed, put away his spear, leaned on the ground, and looked at them with a smile.

They talked with each other for a while. Their voice was sharp and their words were a little vague. I don't know if it was Lu Zhengkang's illusion. Their accent was curry.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, the Aborigines were still talking fiercely. Lu Zhengkang took this opportunity to look around. There was no sun in the sky, but it was not dim. The sky was dark red, and the light cast on the ground was also light pink. It had the texture of glass, and the brightness was close to dusk. It was enough. Standing in an open space, he would not feel dark to panic.

The clouds in the sky are dark, and there are many hairtail swimming slowly. The temperature is really low. It is estimated that there are some under zero, which are cold and humid. Fortunately, Lu Zhengkang's "good brother" brand clothes and pants have good thermal effect. After listening to the sound of the waves, Lu Zhengkang didn't look back. It must be the sea.

He actually entered this place for the second time. After the previous body exchange, he was found abnormal by the black fur monster, and immediately quit the game to take part in the body test. This time, he finally had a good experience of this mysterious and amazing virtual reality game.

After almost five or six minutes of confrontation, the aborigines finally came to the conclusion of the discussion. Among them, a relatively tall Spearman seemed to be the leader of the team. He wore a colorful purple feather crown on his head, which was a beautiful decoration. He put down his weapon, spread his hand forward to signal that he was harmless, and approached Lu Zhengkang step by step.

The rest of the natives gathered and watched the scene in silence.

The whole process is carefully incredible, just like Lu Zhengkang is some kind of predatory beast, and they are hunters encountered in the forest.

Lu Zhengkang holds his chest in both hands. The villain looks up at him. There is a pair of blue purple pupils in his narrow eyes. It's very beautiful. They looked at each other. The villain pointed to the spear and clothes in the hand of Lu Zhengkang.

Lu Zhengkang stares at the pupil of the villain's eyes. In the reflection of his eyes, Lu Zhengkang's body is surrounded by three gray smoke.

So can they really see the soul?

But why can we see the invisible soul through the reflection of his eyes? So the eyeballs have a wonderful effect. Lu Zhengkang thinks that he has a chance to take a pair of their eyeballs and refine them separately.

Perhaps his malice was so obvious that the aboriginal leader trembled. He knelt down, his forehead against the mud bank, and raised his hands to make a pledge.

Lu Zhengkang felt at a loss. The Aboriginal leaders kept talking. Their voice was trembling and hasty, just like rain beating banana. The dense air conditioning and moist haze could not be removed. The aborigines in the distance began to clamor. When Lu Zhengkang looked up at them, immediately they were silent again.

Lu Zhengkang thought about it and handed the spear to the aboriginal leader. He presented it with both hands and put it on the leader's humble palm. For some reason, this action attracted a lot of cheers.

With a long sigh of relief, the leader retreated on his knees. After a certain distance, he finally raised his head, his forehead covered with wet sand, and his face was solemn and reverent. He stood up and bowed to Lu Zhengkang repeatedly, while Lu looked at his weapon in other people's hands. For a moment, it was not pleasant. He regretted that even if he gave his coat to others, he would catch a handful of mud Maybe the natives will be happy.

Now, the aboriginal leader returned to the team and raised the spear. In the witness of his companions, he ran in the direction of the coming like a victorious general. As soon as he left, the others immediately followed. In this coastal area, there are layers of jungle and beach. The aborigines soon disappeared into the forest, leaving only Lu Zhengkang in the wind."Drunk, if I kill them all, I won't have these things." The deer sighed. He turned and walked towards the sea.

Look for some raw materials first. You'd better make a fire.

There are not many kinds of trees here. Some are tall, some are short, some are tough, and some are crisp. Lu Zhengkang is not Steve. He can't roll trees by hand, but there are some sharp stones on the ground. He just used them to cut trees. Find a thin tree with crisp skin and soft bones, and it won't take long to cut it down. When Lu Zhengkang saw that the trunk was full of juice, he broke off a piece of stem and chewed it. It was as sweet as sugarcane.

Now he is not sleepy or tired, enjoying the unique joy of the survival game. He peels off the fine hairs on the surface of the palm to make a fire guide, and then takes the branches. It's amazing to see the properties of the stick [tenacity level, flesh level]. The range of flesh and blood is a little large, it seems that as long as it is a living body, it has flesh and blood properties.

Lu Zhengkang stared at the stick, but the feeling of inspiration did not appear.

He frowned and was a little discouraged. He could only make a fire honestly. He was very good at this skill when he was training. But in the humid and windy environment, it was difficult to make a fire. Half an hour later, he poured the hot fire debris into the palm hair for the fourth time and held it carefully. Finally, smoke came out and the fire rose.

Flame, orange flame.

The flame is not a solid state, not a liquid state, not a gas state, not even an ionic state. To be exact, the flame is a phenomenon of high-energy reaction of matter, just like a pot of gas soup, burning with light and heat. The atmosphere, like a sculptor, constantly distorts the appearance of the flame, hiding infinite enthusiasm in a fire.

The inspiration of alchemy broke out again, which can't be restrained.