Tossed around in the open space of the farm for more than an hour.

Roger let the poor gargoyle goyle goyle.

The latter flew away as if pardoned, twice as fast as usual.

No way.

The sparring partners who are only allowed to be beaten and are not allowed to fight back are indeed not done by people.

A refreshing beating down.

Roger has successfully summed up some practical experience.

Whether it's "flirting with the legs" or "knee hitting".

The most unreasonable thing about them is actually to "focus on cutting"!

Focus is a very easily overlooked attribute.

Generally speaking.

Only the caster will check their concentration before fighting.

After all, low focus can seriously affect the success rate of casting.

For other professions, the impact of focusing on high and low is less profound.

But Roger found out.

The reduction in concentration caused by these two mastery is fatal!

Even a magical beast like a gargoyle stumbled after being hit by a knee, and even lost the ability to fly for a while!

This means that the average person after eating a knee hit.

It can be so severe that it is impossible to distinguish between the east and the west.

This discovery made Roger think a little more about the two stunts.

The "Pingsha Sect Black Tiger" marked on the cheats.

In his heart, he also mentioned the position second only to the master of the genre.

"The cheats were sent by Alain, who once went to Gem City."

"Ah Ba said that Gem City is where the mountain gate of the Qingquan Sect headquarters is located; Could it be that there are other martial arts sects there? ”

"I don't know if the Black Tiger Master has left any other masters."

After learning the stunt, Roger was a little itchy.

He really wanted to find a few good brothers to practice his hands.

It's a pity that it won't work out tonight.

There are still hundreds of catties of turtle meat in the kitchen that have not been processed!

……

At nightfall.

Roger moved between the living room and the kitchen, methodically busy.

There were more than 100 vials of vitality potions stored in the cellar.

While you're looking for sales channels, it's time to tinker with something new.

Roger hasn't forgotten his identity as a pharmacist.

As a qualified pharmacist, it is necessary to have the courage to try to make new types of medicines.

The only regret is.

There is a lack of living creatures on the farm, i.e., test subjects.

Thinking of this, Roger couldn't help but glance at the gargoyles on the eaves outside.

Magical beasts save money though.

But there are also inconveniences!

"When this time is over, I have to go to town to buy a few rabbits."

Roger thought as he expertly shook off a piece of papyrus.

He is trying to "pharmacological analysis and deduction".

Mistra's pharmacy is not the result of a random mash-up of materials.

It follows a certain pharmacology.

Only those who have mastered the basic principles can become pharmacists.

Roger wrote the scientific name of the vicarin on papyrus, and then wrote down some other materials.

Follow a specific logical framework.

The speed at which he put pen to paper gradually increased.

Ten minutes later.

With a blank face, he crumpled off the papyrus and threw it in the trash.

I replaced the crucible next to me with a new glass bottle.

Roger fell into deep thought:

"Something is wrong."

It's not that the pharmacological deduction is wrong, but that there is something wrong with his state.

There is always a feeling of uneasiness.

This feeling has appeared in his memory a few times, and every time something very bad happens.

Only the one that appeared on the way to defeat the corpse demon turned out to be good.

He washed his face and decided to count the hexagrams.

The Qi Hope Technique was slowly activated.

Roger held his breath and chose himself as his target.

Divination.

……

"I'm going to be in danger today"

……

Slight throbbing.

data bar.

……

"Divination Result: You perceive a dangerous approach, which is not a strong but fulfillable intuition."

……

"Sure enough."

Roger exhaled.

He groaned slightly, his gaze swept over the kitchen and living room, and finally landed on the armband with red stripes on a white background.

Divination.

……

"Potential danger linked to the Red Sleeve Brotherhood"

……

"Divination Result: You are aware of the source of the danger, two squads of scouts have died, the Red Sleeves brothers will not give up, they may retaliate at any time, as soon as tonight

……

Roger frowned.

The results of divination are usually a profile of his subconscious.

The so-called bad intuition is actually that he himself has predicted the coming danger.

Divination can only play a supporting role.

"The Brotherhood of Red Sleeves?"

Roger's eyes gradually became indifferent:

"A bunch of robbers, also worthy of being called brothers?"

……

Late at night, there is still a faint light on Senluo Farm.

A few sneaky figures were trained to get around the traps and alarms on the perimeter and approach the tall wooden house.

It's a squad of 9 people.

This includes 8 scouts and 1 middle-aged spellcaster with a staff.

The men were all dressed in night clothes, with a white armband with red stripes tied around their right arm.

"Wait!"

The man at the front pointed to the dark silhouette on the eaves and whispered vigilantly:

"It's a gargoyle!"

The rest stopped with great discipline.

Everyone looked nervously at the gargoyle.

The latter stood still, like a statue.

"It could be fake."

The one who spoke first wandered.

"I'll take a look."

The middle-aged mage cautiously threw away an identification technique.

"It's a real gargoyle!"

Looking at the lights in the wooden house, he gritted his teeth and said:

"The brothers of those two teams are probably dead at its hands."

"Wait until I prepare a 'secondary banishment', you can lure it over!"

With that, he took out a silver scroll from his bosom and chanted in a low voice.

The power of the wondrous elements rippled in the air.

Soon, the Xenomorph Gate from the art of exile was quietly opened.

"Quick!"

The middle-aged mage urged.

The leader of the scouts, who had been prepared for a long time, immediately raised his hand when he heard this.

Poof.

The slingshot shot stone struck the gargoyle's head with a crisp sound.

The latter remained motionless.

The leader of the scouts let out a "huh", and then three stones bounced over.

The gargoyle remained unmoved.

Someone quietly shot an arrow.

The arrows sparked at the gargoyle, but it still failed to wake the gargoyle.

On the mage's side, the duration of the secondary banishment spell is already halfway over.

"It can't be a fake, right?"

Someone couldn't help but mutter.

The middle-aged mage was also a little unsure.

The scouts went into battle to try to wake up the gargoyles—

One of the daring ones jumped lightly onto the eaves and slapped the gargoyle a few times.

until the banishment effect wears off.

The gargoyle never woke up.

"Fooled. It's a fake. ”

The middle-aged mage was a little indignant.

What I thought was that this was the way for the boss to reimburse himself for the cost of the scroll.

The scout leader waved his hand.

The rest of the people immediately scattered, and groped their way into the wooden house in a clear formation.

Only the middle-aged mage and the leader of the scouts remained outside the house.

At that moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps behind them.

The two of them turned their heads suddenly.

But in the darkness, a man dressed as an old farmer came out, and the other party was still carrying two extremely thick carrots in his hands.

"Huh? Are there any guests? ”

The man looked at them curiously.

The middle-aged mage was just about to say something, when a reminder from the scout leader came from behind him:

"Little ......"

Before he could finish his words, the sharp pain from the tail vertebrae almost tore him in half!

The middle-aged mage watched in horror as the scout leader collapsed in pain.

Even in the dark of night.

He could also see the bloody intestines on the other party's corpse, and the gargoyle carrying the intestines!

No need to be reminded.

From the very first moment of the accident, he began to chant life-saving spells.

It's a pity.

Late!

There was a crisp sound.

A bone-chilling pain came from under his crotch, pounding through his brain.

The short spell came to an abrupt end!

Martial!

Flirting with legs!

"Ahh

A terrible wail resounded through the night sky of Senluo Farm.

Roger unceremoniously shoved the carrot into his mouth.

Then he looked at the gargoyle with a flattering face.

He couldn't help but complain:

"You gargoyle, will you only use this kind of indiscriminate tricks?"

data bar.

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"The first time you successfully used the Pingsha Sect of Peerlessness, you have achieved a new milestone - ruthless"

"You have earned 1 Milestone Point"

"Ruthless: You have unique and efficient melee fighting skills"

"Corresponding title: A junior youth who does not speak of martial virtues (your style is not recognized by some decent people)"

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