I said I would turn back time

Lin Xing entered the garden again, unleashed his Taiqing Changquan stance and rushed toward Marshal Zhang.

Charge again and again, while Lin Xing continued to hone his Taiqing Changquan, he also gained experience in fighting Zhang Dashuai to the death.

Under the pressure of such a master who was far stronger than him, Lin Xing felt that his boxing skills and actual combat experience were accumulated rapidly. Every time he fought with all his strength, he continued to understand more truths.

Until he felt that his spirit was reaching the limit of exhaustion and the effect of training was getting worse and worse, his Taiqing Changquan had already made great progress.

Taiqing Changquan (1.2% on the second level) → Taiqing Changquan (27.9% on the second level)

Lin Xing thought in his mind: "Practice after the second level of Taiqing Changquan is much slower. I can only practice to this point for the time being. If you want to become stronger next, the best way is to rest for a while and then continue. Just brush Zhang Dashuai..."

At the same time, Lin Xing had already entered the garden and stood in front of the commander after going back in time again.

"Don't be nervous, the people in Jiangjiacun have already provided you with..."

"From today on, you are my personal guard..."

The commander looked at Lin Xing with admiration and asked, "You will be responsible for guarding my residence for the time being..."

Lin Xing stared at Dashuai Zhang closely, thinking that he would follow him every day and fight him alone.

I just heard him shout: "After hearing about the Marshal's many deeds, I just want to be with you day and night, preferably never leaving."

Hearing Lin Xing's words, Zhang Dashuai laughed loudly: "It's rare for you to be so loyal. Well, then you will follow me next time."

After being recruited by Marshal Zhang as his bodyguard, Lin Xing went to get his military uniform and changed into it, then went back to his room and temporarily put down his backpack and dolls.

On the way, he talked to Bai Yiyi about the information he had collected.

Bai Yiyi judged: "According to your statement, being able to crush you in terms of strength and speed has completely exceeded the limits of the physical body. Also, his ability to roar may be a sound fighting technique similar to a lion's roar."

"From this point of view, this Marshal Zhang may have completed at least one skill sublimation."

Lin Xing nodded thoughtfully: "Dashuai Zhang really has the combat power of the sublimation level, which is much stronger than my inheritance level."

Honing skills, comprehending inheritance, sublimating skills... This is the training process that Lin Xing knows.

Among them, even if one understands the inheritance of soldiers, the normal skills of boxing, swordsmanship, swordsmanship and the like are still purely physical skills.

Only by raising the skill to the limit and completing the sublimation of the skill can it be possible for these martial arts to obtain extraordinary and refined effects.

Otherwise, no matter how miraculous the ordinary roar is, it is impossible for him to be dizzy and unable to move.

A moment later, when he returned to Dashuai Zhang, he had already come to the study to start working, and Lin Xing was guarding the door with the other three guards.

For the next whole day, Lin Xing stayed by Dashuai Zhang's side like this.

At the beginning, he just closed his eyes and rested his mind secretly. After recovering a little bit, he started to assassinate Marshal Zhang again and again.

Most of the time, he just used the Taiqing Changquan to rush towards him. Sometimes he would walk up to the opponent and try to sneak attack, or he would take advantage of Zhang Dashuai to eat or use the toilet.

In the process of continuously honing his skills, his understanding of Dashuai Zhang is getting deeper and deeper.

He secretly concluded in his heart: "Dashuai Zhang's weakest time is when he goes to the toilet, and because of his cleanliness, the trick of throwing feces has a miraculous effect."

"Perhaps I can remember what the toilets are in this mansion, and ensure that when fighting anywhere in the mansion, I can get them within half a minute."

Through many practices today, Lin Xing also summarized this combat method targeting the enemy's spiritual weaknesses into his own combat experience, making him feel that his death fighting experience has been enriched.

And for the next three days, apart from eating and sleeping, Lin Xing stayed close to Dashuai Zhang and repeatedly assassinated him.

His Taiqing Changquan has also improved a lot in these three days, and finally reached the third floor.

Taiqing Changquan (second floor 27.9%) → Taiqing Changquan (third floor 5.1%)

The progress of Taiqing Changquan also led to the growth of his physical fitness.

Strength: 2.9→3.1 old man

Speed: 2.3→2.5 old man

Physical fitness: 2.9→3.1 old man

Feeling the newly enhanced body, Lin Xing was very satisfied, but at the same time he felt that the speed of the body's strengthening had slowed down. The improvement brought by Taiqing Changquan this time was not as good as the changes in the past when he reached the first and second levels.

"It seems that the improvement of physical fitness will become more difficult in the future."

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At noon on the fourth day, Lin Xing was still guarding the commander-in-chief's side and continued to assassinate.

Suddenly a gust of wind sounded from behind him, just as Lin Xing turned his head, he only had time to see a blurry figure passing behind him.

Then there was a loud bang, followed by flames and pain.

When Lin Xing came to his senses, he had already guarded outside the study room again.

"Just... what happened?"

Lin Xing recalled the last memory before his death, and thought to himself: "The figure at the beginning seems to be Marshal Zhang?"

Because he died so quickly just now, Lin Xing didn't understand what happened, so he didn't do anything at all, and continued to wait for the death to come.

For the next time, he observed everyone who came in and out of the study.

But this time, because he focused on the direction of the study, he turned around the moment something unusual happened.

I saw Dashuai Zhang slamming out of the study door like a thunder, and his body shot away with lightning.

In the study, a servant whose neck had been twisted fell to the ground, holding a short stick with a burning fuse in his hand.

A trace of doubt flashed in Lin Xing's eyes, and the dragon stick exploded with a bang. A shock wave swept through his body and took away his life.

Coming back to his senses again, Lin Xing was extremely surprised: "What was that thing just now? Explosives? Someone used explosives to assassinate Marshal Zhang? It was simply a terrorist attack."

He thought about Dashuai Zhang's movement as he flew away, shook his head, and thought to himself: "We haven't succeeded at all."

"Daishuai Zhang is too wary and his movements are too fast. This attack is destined to fail, but it will give me an advantage."

So Lin Xing simply used this attack to turn back time and complete training again and again.

After going back in time again, Lin Xing, who felt a little tired, planned to take a rest.

After waiting for a long time, Lin Xing finally saw the servant with the explosives, who was walking towards the study with a refreshment.

He immediately stretched out his hand to block the servant.

The servant quickly said: "This is the refreshment prepared by Madam, let the villain bring it in."

The handsome voice came from the study: "Let him in."

Lin Xing stared at the flustered expression, still stopped him, and said, "Do you want to assassinate?"

The servant's expression changed drastically immediately, he took out the long dragon-shaped pipe and pulled it, accompanied by the sound of burning, he wanted to rush into the study.

The guards and soldiers around were scared out of their wits when they saw this scene, and retreated in panic.

In fact, with their skills, they might not be able to stop the servants and escape intact, but the burning explosives were too scary, and almost no one present could make a calm judgment under such a threat.

Only one person remained calm and composed. He calmly grabbed the long pipe, as if he had practiced it countless times, and calmly extinguished the sparks on the dragon's head.