Gamers Are Fierce

　　 In the next few days, Li Ang has been testing the specific strength of this skill [Gland Stimulation-Adrenal Gland].

　　 His usual physiology is about the same as that of a professional athlete at an average level. After the adrenaline injection, his athletic level can be comparable to that of a national first-class athlete, and even a world-class competition champion.

　　 In other words, as long as he uses this skill, Li Ang can reach the peak of all human physiological functions.

Of course, the side effects are also extremely serious. The whole body is trembling, breathing is not smooth, the eyes are congested, a lot of cold sweat from the inside out, the heartbeat is violently accelerated and even arrhythmia, the strong feeling of vomiting in the stomach, and it is comparable to stuffing the head in The terrible headache of the water mill.

　　 Fortunately, these side effects are still within Li Ang's tolerance-he had studied the interrogation guide books of intelligence agencies, including the CIA "Kubak Interrogation Manual" a long time ago.

　　 and tried a lot of torture techniques on himself. Compared with those horrible tortures, the side effects of adrenal hormones are similar to those of a breeze.

　　 And after experiencing this black deadlock, Li Ang also realized that modern light weapons such as assault rifles do not necessarily cause effective damage to various monsters in the killing game.

　　 also got anti-material sniper rifles, anti-tank individual rocket launchers, military flamethrowers, mortars, howitzers, mustard gas...

　　 Li Ang likes small productions, but no matter how strong he is, he can't hide in his living room. Without being noticed by the official surveillance system, he unarmed many heavy weapons.

　　 "It would be great if I were in Black Africa, not to mention military flamethrowers, I can make even M388 rocket launchers."

　　 Li Ang thought so.

　　 The so-called M388 bazooka refers to the bazooka developed by NATO alliance after World War II in order to guard against the flood of steel from Soviet tanks.

　　 Although this rocket launcher is used to hit tanks, it has neither armor-piercing shells, nor armor-piercing shells, nor shattered armor shells.

　　 It is loaded with a miniature lightweight nuclear bomb up to 250 tons of TNT equivalent, with a maximum range of up to 4 kilometers.

　　The most irritating part is that the radiation radius of the light-weight nuclear warhead of the M388 rocket launcher exceeds its range...

　　In other words, when the user fires a cannonball, he must be prepared to die on the spot and die with the enemy.

　　 I kill myself.

　　 It’s definitely not Li Ang’s blow to make nuclear warheads. The production process of soil-based nuclear weapons is actually quite simple. If it weren’t for the efforts of the customs supervision department, Li Ang would have bought two local specialties "yellow cakes" from the Black Africa region.

　　 "Damn it, I have a phobia of lack of firepower..."

　　 In short, Li Ang, who has not purchased a channel for making heavy weapons for the time being, had to patch up his equipment and set his sights on the artifacts in folklore.

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　　 Jing’an Temple, also known as Jing’an Ancient Temple, is located in the center of Yin City. Its history can be traced back to the Three Kingdoms period. It was originally named Chongxuan Temple and was renamed Jing’an Temple during the Dazhong Xiangfu period of Song Dynasty. It is one of the oldest temples in the country.

　　 World affairs have changed, the stars have changed, and the ancient temples of the past have become tourist attractions. It is the summer weekend, and tourists from all over the country who come to take pictures and check in are in a long queue inside and outside the temple.

In the crowd outside the temple, Wang Congshan was wearing a straw hat, pink shirt and blue shorts, holding a popsicle in her hand, her slender and white thighs swayed in front of Li Ang, "Hey, don't you always hate all kinds of religions? Why would you ask me to visit Jingan Temple together today?"

　　 "I don't call him Hey, my name is Chu Yuxun."

　　 Li Ang talked about the old stalk of the last century, and said casually: "I hate religion, and I always think that bald donkeys don't have a good thing."

　　 "Then you still come?"

　　 "Too boring to go out on weekends."

Li Ang curled his lips, threw the popsicle stick to the side of the road, and said, "I wanted to send you to the zoo. As a result, the Yin City Zoo was very inhumane, and the animals in it were not marked with prices. What would happen to our audience? Do bidding."

　　 "Shente is bidding." Wang Congshan rolled her eyes and pointed to the popsicle sticks left by Li Ang on the ground, "Littering littered, really lacking quality, there are foreign friends."

　　 "Hmm..." Li Ang pondered for a moment and realized that this kind of behavior was really bad, so he picked up the wooden stick and slapped himself on the face, shouting in Japanese Kansai dialect: "すみませえん!"

　　 The crowds on both sides cast their eyes. Wang Congshan, who has long been used to Li Ang's daily crimes, only twitched the corners of her mouth, pretending not to recognize him.

　　 After a long wait, Wang Congshan and Li Ang finally lined up to enter the temple. The former took out various photos with their mobile phones, while the latter secretly observed the structure of the temple and examined the possible artifacts in the temple.

　　 Jingan Temple is one of the oldest temples in the country after all. If there are ancient supernatural objects left, this is the most likely hiding place.

The last time he killed the possessed ghost with wicker, it was entirely an emergency move after reading some folklore books (such as "Altered Ghosts", "Mingxiang Ji", "Shen Yi Ji", "Youyang Miscellaneous Cu") .

　　 It's just a coincidence that wicker can fight ghosts. If you run into a grieving ghost, what should you do if wicker is useless?

　　 Even though this place may have been searched over and over again by the official agency, it is not bad to come over to take a peek at folklore items and take a peek at the bald donkeys that may have extraordinary heritage.

The two visited the Dharma Hall, Mountain Gate, Heavenly King Hall, Bell Tower, Guanyin Hall, and Mani Hall. A lot of architectural photos were taken along the way. Buddhist niches, worship mats, vases, incense burners, wooden fish, prayer beads and other Buddhist artifacts were also seen. less,

　　 Li Ang even took a certain risk, putting on sunglasses to turn on the vision, but he never found the traces of extraordinary power left.

　　 The great monks in the temple are all mortal people without psychic reactions. Li Ang wants to buy some consecrated magical artifacts for himself and Wang Congshan.

　　 As they walked out of the Daxiong Hall, they saw a group of people wearing firefighter uniforms rushing into Jing'an Temple, blocking the entrance and exit, and evacuating tourists from the temple.

　　 "There is a leak in the underground natural gas pipeline, please leave in an orderly manner under the arrangement of the staff."

　　 A firefighter raised his horn and shouted while standing on a fire truck that entered Jing'an Temple.

　　 Tourists from all over the world who came to travel are naturally quite dissatisfied, but their own lives are the most important, they can only evacuate Jingan Temple in an orderly manner under the guidance of the staff.

Li Ang, who was faintly aware that something was wrong, went to the end on purpose. He saw seven or eight monks wearing grey robes with ring scars on their heads. UU reading www.uukanshu.com, surrounded by "firemen", was carrying a stretcher. Lulu rushed in from the side entrance of the square,

　　 The stretcher is covered with a layer of white cloth, so you can't see what's underneath. According to the staggering pace of the monks, you can judge that the things on the stretcher are extremely heavy.

　　 Click!

　　 Hearing only a sound of cracking wood, the stretcher fell down and hit a monk.

　　 The monk who was crushed to the ground by a stretcher seemed to have been crushed by a heavy iron ball from a crane used to demolish a building. His complexion rose to purple, his limbs twitched, and he couldn't speak.

Before the "firemen" around 　　 had time to come forward to rescue him, another monk had already held the stretcher with both hands.

　　 The young monk was fragile like a girl, with a face like white jade, and his facial features were beautiful. At the same time, he was stained with a trace of "fox charm" by a mole on the corner of his eye.

　　The fox-mei monk held the stretcher with both hands and gave a soft drink. His thin body suddenly swelled, and the whole person grew a lot taller. The muscles entangled to hold the monk's clothes up high, comparable to the muscle monster level fighters in WWE.

　　 "Get up!"

　　 The beautiful muscular boy gritted his teeth and violently lifted the stretcher like a weightlifter, asking others to drag away the monk who was under the stretcher.

boom! The stretcher hit the ground, cracking the marble floor tiles.

　　 The breeze blew, and the muscular young man who was gasping for breath straightened up, packed his monk's clothes, and glanced at Li Ang who was looking here in the distance.

　　 The handsome and muscular monk blushed, his chin was slightly chin, and his face was like a peach blossom. If he looked at his face alone, he was a natural fit.

　　 Li Ang had a terrible cold, not only because of the monk, but also because of the stretcher that was blown up by the wind-on which lay a black and shiny, weird lower half of a mummy.