One attribute point per second, I am invincible!

In a fit of anger, he added all the remaining attribute points to his comprehension, and his comprehension soared to over a hundred.

Then, he felt as if some switch had been turned on in his head, and everything around him became different, as if he was seeing through the nature of the world.

Suddenly thinking of something, Lin Mu hurriedly opened his phone and watched "The Cultivator's Battle Guide". The originally obscure content seemed to him like reading a primary school composition, simple and boring.

My mind understood all the difficult points in "The Cultivator's Combat Guide" in an instant, and my body seemed to become lighter. This was a sign of the completion of the "Cultivator's Combat Guide".

However, it only lasted for a moment. The feeling of seeing through the world quickly disappeared. When I opened the system panel again, my comprehension returned to 10.

"Emotions are only improved instantly! I thought it was a permanent improvement in understanding!"

Lin Mu complained, and then threw this unrealistic thought behind him.

Although the system is very abnormal, it seems to have always followed a certain law of energy conservation. It is impossible to improve one's understanding so high all at once. It takes a long time to improve one's spirit, let alone one's understanding.

"By the way, can I fly now?"

Recalling the description of the Mountain Moving Realm in "The Cultivator's Battle Guide", Lin Mu was thinking, how can he fly?

Then he saw the stone on the side, so he controlled his mental power to wrap the stone, and slowly moved the stone in front of him.

"I understand!"

He slapped his thigh and shouted in realization.

Then, I saw his body slowly levitating, then slowly rising into the air, and finally flying into the distance.

"I see, you can fly by wrapping your body with mental power. I didn't expect it to be so simple!"

"It's just that flying consumes too much mental energy. I might as well use the mental energy I have to walk!"

After flying once, Lin Mu landed. After only flying for five or six minutes, he felt an emptiness in his head. It seemed that he could not fly freely even after moving a mountain.

Then, he took out his mobile phone and opened the electronic map, looked at the map and pondered for a while. He no longer plans to hunt the rock giants. Killing the rock giants will no longer improve his combat skills. Now he wants to integrate his mental power into the battle.

He set his sights deeper into the crack, where there were several gathering points of second-order alien beasts.

After looking at the information map for a long time, he made a mark on the electronic map with his finger. There was a second-level alien beast called a three-headed dog that suited him very well.

The three-headed dog, as the name suggests, has three heads, and each head has the ability to attack independently. It is an exotic beast with excellent speed and attack, but is a bit poor in defense.

This kind of strange beast usually lives in groups, and they live in large groups, so it is very difficult to deal with. Generally, no one in the No. 8 crack will provoke the three-headed dog.

But Lin Mu wants to go, not only because he can practice his fighting skills here, but more importantly, the fur of a three-headed dog is very valuable. The fur of a three-headed dog is worth five thousand alliance coins and is one of the main materials for making low-end armors. .

Moreover, the meat of three-headed dogs is not only delicious but also has the effect of improving physical fitness.

In Baicheng, a pound of three-headed dog meat is worth two hundred alliance coins.

In addition to being difficult to deal with, this strange beast can be said to be full of treasures.

After locking the target, Lin Mu moved towards the depths of the crack.

"Hey, little brother, do you want to form a team together?"

Halfway through the march, Lin Mu was stopped by a middle-aged man holding a broadsword.

There were three people beside him, a charming woman in red clothes, a young man in black clothes holding a spear, and a yellow haired man.

Lin Mu frowned. This kind of blocking people halfway was very annoying.

"Little brother, don't be nervous. Our team was originally made up of five people, but one of us didn't come today, so I want to get you to join us!"

"Looking at your attitude, you want to go to the armored turtle gathering area in front of you to get a bargain! There is no need to go, there are too many people there, why not join us as a team to hunt the Demonic Wolf Spider, any one is worth hundreds of them Iron-clad turtle!"

The middle-aged man saw Lin Mu frowning and walked towards Lin Mu with a smile, saying as he walked.

Lin Mu stretched out his hand to stop, shook his head and said: "No need, my strength is too weak, I'm afraid of holding you back, I just came to the crack to practice, not to make money!"

The middle-aged man stopped when he saw this, and the woman in red behind him walked out with a smile, and said with a charming face: "Little brother, it's hard for the four of us to attack and defend in one body, so just stay behind and help us hold down the formation." Got it!"

"We are all at the fifth level of Qianjun, and we won't let you suffer!"

"My strength is low, so I'd better not bother you!"

After saying that, he turned around and left, but was blocked by a middle-aged man with a quick step.

Lin Mu narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the middle-aged man, and said in a cold tone: "What do you want to do?"

At this time, Huang Mao behind him spoke: "Boss, what are you trying to do with him? He's just a brat, just grab him!"

The middle-aged man pointed his broadsword at Lin Mu and angrily yelled at Huang Mao on the opposite side: "What do you know? I'm training you! You have to act like this when you encounter someone of similar strength, so that you can win without any effort!"

Huang Mao smiled and said: "Boss, even this kid doesn't believe us, let alone those veterans who have been in the cracks all year round! I think it's better to stop him directly and then grab it directly!"

The middle-aged man glanced at Lin Mu, spat, and cursed: "This ungrateful boy has no idea where he came from. He is so vigilant!"

"Okay, kid, I won't say any more nonsense to you. Just leave your space bag and you can go!"

The middle-aged man slowly walked toward Lin Mu with a knife in hand. The three people behind Lin Mu also walked over and formed a circle around him.

Lin Mu sneered, his eyes cold.

"I've already seen that you guys are not good birds. Why are you acting here?"

When the middle-aged man heard Lin Mu's words, he became angry. The hairless boy in front of him actually disliked the script directed by him.

Then he raised the knife in his hand, rushed towards Lin Mu in an instant, and then slashed down with the knife.

Lin Mu dodged and dodged slightly, and the middle-aged man rushed forward.

"This kid is a bit tough, come on together!"

The middle-aged man stopped, looked back at Lin Mu who was enjoying himself, and gave instructions to the other three people.

Lin Mu snorted coldly, stepped forward and kicked the middle-aged man in the neck.

Before the middle-aged man could react, he felt a huge force coming from his neck, and then he lost all strength and fell straight back.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Lin Mu took the middle-aged man's knife and rushed into the remaining three people's team. He raised the knife and dropped it, causing the three of them to fall to the ground.

"You're of your level, and you're here to rob someone on the road?"

He turned around, looked at the four people lying on the ground, and shook his head.

The four Qianjun fifth-level troops are indeed a good force in the No. 8 crack, but to the current Lin Mu, they are nothing more than chickens and dogs, vulnerable to a single blow.

"How...could you...be...so...strong!"

Huang Mao vomited blood and spoke incomprehensibly.

Seeing that Huang Mao was not dead, he walked over and squatted down to take a closer look. The force of his knife was a bit weak and was blocked by the iron chain around his neck, so his neck was not completely cut off.

Then, with a wave of the knife in his hand, Huang Mao's body and head were separated.