After some nonsense speculation, but Lias refuted a few words, Yevre continued to practice alone in the open-air training ground after eating and drinking.

Whatever, anyway, the sky is falling, and there are Ziophra and Lias on top, as long as he is obscene, don't wave.

When Ziophra gets the ugly Xuanjie Drilling Beast, he can transform into a Vilu Flying Eagle to the sky, or he can transform into a Drilling Beast to escape to the ground, and he can fight if he wants, and if he can't beat it, he will flee for his life, who is afraid of whom.

As for the first template, Yevre decided to replace it with a meta-level chameleon for the time being.

The stealth talent of the Xuanjie Chameleon is still relatively strong, and it is a pity that it lasts for an hour at a time, and it is perfectly integrated with the surrounding environment, which is much stronger than any optical color-changing cloth.

Although it is indeed a step worse than Lias's unorthodox stealth technique, after all, that talent can be used three times a day, and there will be no major additional consumption.

Even if you can only get a third of the effect, combined with your own strength and speed, you can become a powerful invisible killer.

It's a pity that there is a cooling period in the middle of the deformation template, otherwise you can switch back and forth, and you are really not afraid of any of the same level.

Shaking his head, Yevre gradually accelerated his cultivation of the basic knife work with a sword light like a waterfall, and after the strength between his wrists and palms was rounded for a few minutes, he practiced "Traceless Slash" non-stop.

Perhaps because of the spiritual liquid, Yevre obviously felt that the practice of the two exercises today was relatively smooth, and the progress of one day exceeded the previous efforts.

The skill is more agile and flexible, the knife speed is directly increased by a large section, the knife sound does not come out, the knife shadow does not appear, and the inferior metal pile in front of Yevre falls smoothly on the incision.

After that, there was a tearing sound of a chopping knife cutting through the sky.

Looking at his little bit of progress, Yevre still has a sense of accomplishment.

It's a pity that neither of these exercises has been included in the statistical scope of the Crimson Codex, and I can't see the specific level, and I don't know if it's still in the beginner stage, or if it's already a small success.

Suddenly, after a long day's work, Evre remembered something that he had neglected.

I haven't practiced spiritual exercises for a few days, although I can't see obvious progress and am a little slack, but at the same time, I really don't have enough time and can't arrange it.

After putting down the slashing knife and sitting cross-legged, Yevre tried to cultivate the Basic Spiritual Defense Technique.

The liquefied spiritual power is obviously easier to manipulate than the spiritual power in the vaporized state, and in less than a minute, a wisp of mottled spiritual silk thread is weaved.

You must know that when Yevre cultivated the "Basic Spiritual Defense Technique" some time ago, it took him half an hour to barely weave the first strand, but neither the color nor the strength could be compared with the current one.

It's just the difference between ordinary spider silk and silk.

Even the last time I practiced, it took about ten minutes to produce the finished product.

Is this the effect of the spiritual fluid, or is it that with the improvement of strength, after washing the tendons and marrow several times, his cultivation talent has been significantly improved?

Unable to figure it out, Yevre put the question aside for the time being, and continued to weave quickly with great excitement.

Three hours later, nearly two hundred mottled strands of spiritual silk were methodically woven into a thick handkerchief by Jevre.

Looking at the two palm-sized handkerchiefs, and looking at his own soul space the size of four football fields, Jevre felt like crying.

Is this a mistake in the "Basic Spiritual Defense Technique", or is his soul space a little too perverted?

This is going to be completely shrouded, forming a tough shield, and that's the year of the monkey.

Such a large soul space is a bit too big, too empty, if only it were a little smaller.

As soon as I thought of this, the soul space covering an area of dozens of acres actually shook sharply again, like a six-magnitude earthquake.

Fortunately, the sky has not collapsed, the earth has not cracked, but the obvious boundary line is slowly shrinking inward.

Wait, shrink inward?

Could it be that because his air supremacy over the soul space has reached ninety to five, some invisible rules have been discovered by himself?

"Shrink again, speed up. ”

Before Jevre could speak, he was still moving slowly like the boundary line of the wind and candles, and he came like a madman, a bit like a well-behaved dog, obediently biting a branch and running quickly to his master.

When the border line was still about a hundred feet from the center, Yevre, who was a little flustered, quickly called a halt.

If you can't stop this, will you be sandwiched into a bloody meatloaf in the soul space?

Fortunately, the boundary line that came like a tide finally braked in time and stopped steadily, motionless.

After the spiritual liquid, it seemed a little empty and thin soul space, obviously thick and tenacious.

The dark cloud-like spiritual fog of black pressure is like a pillar of optimus, standing in the center peacefully, and the surrounding spatial barrier is visible to the naked eye.

Yevre touched it with his mental power, and suddenly, the texture of ordinary metal came, and when he knocked it lightly, it was still banging.

This is obviously a big increase in defense, which is a bit similar to the effect of "Basic Spiritual Defense Technique" after completion.

I don't know if I can block Ziopra's illusion attack.

Yevre felt as if he could shrink the soul space a little, so he tried again.

It's a pity that the soul space can really only shrink a little more, and after shrinking five feet inward, there is no movement at all.

Even if Yevre exerts his strength to eat, he will not be able to make an inch.

Helplessly, knocking on the space barrier that was a little stronger, and throwing some unrealistic thoughts out of his mind, Yevre continued to weave silk threads.

If you build an extra layer of defense, the soul space will have an extra layer of protection, and Yevre will be a little safer.

This non-stop weaving lasted for nearly ten hours, looking at the mottled fabric the size of a shirt, and Yevre suspended the cultivation of the Basic Spiritual Defense Technique, and then tried to cultivate the Soul Thorn Technique, which had not yet been introduced.

Although Ziophra once suggested that the "Soul Thorn Technique" can barely get started as long as it enters the upper realm, it is a pity that even if it reaches the consummation stage, it can only shake the weak people in the ground level a little, and it is still not good at spiritual means.

If you meet Ziophra who plays illusion and Lias who plays sacrificial words, it is estimated that the power of the peak realm of the Xuan Rank is at most comparable.

And the means are single, if it is not a surprise sneak attack, Ziopra thinks that he has enough means to defend himself.

Therefore, Yevre, who had a difficult time getting started, had never paid much attention to "Soul Thorn", and spent a pitiful amount of time.

This time, if you try, you will be solid, and if you don't succeed, take your time, after all, that's the same thing.

Who would have thought that Yevre had just run the "Soul Thorn Technique" method, and according to the tips of the exercise, it only took three minutes to effortlessly and easily condense a soul thorn the size of a silver needle, although the tenacity was not yet known, but it was enough to make Yevre excited.

I was lazy to use the spiritual liquid in the puddle, and I easily made myself a little unbelievable.

Sure enough, there is still too much difference between gas and solid, and the percentage may not necessarily condense into a soul needle.

And the spiritual liquid, it only costs ten drops, and there is no obstacle to condense a soul needle, according to this calculation, isn't it a drop of solidified spiritual power that can be exchanged for a soul needle?

Look at the number requirements of the introductory stage, small success stage, large success stage, and consummation stage of "Soul Thorn Technique", isn't it nine or ninety-nine..... Until the original 9,999 pieces that were about to collapse.

What once seemed to be unattainable, the needs of those who heard it shed tears and those who watched it sadly, according to the current speed of condensation, it is just dozens of days' work.

However, looking at the spiritual power required to condense the soul needle, it is possible that it will not last until the Dacheng stage.

After spending six hours condensing all the liquefied spiritual power in the small puddle into a soul needle, Yevre couldn't help but shake his head and stop the greed in his heart.

A total of one hundred and ten tangible and intangible soul needles, neatly juxtaposed in three rows, obediently motionless.

It can be regarded as barely entering the Dacheng stage of "Soul Thorn Technique", but unfortunately the tenacity and weirdness of the soul needle have not yet reached the requirements, that is, it is about the same level as the Xiaocheng stage, and I don't know what the actual effect is.

Thinking of this, Jevre sprang up and went to Ziopra in high spirits.

"Ziophra, accompany me to practice my hands and see how powerful my spiritual defense and soul stabbing technique really are?"

Looking at Ziophra and Lias, who were talking eloquently, Yevre pleaded with great interest.

"Yevre, why don't you look for the master, in terms of cultivation in this regard, the master is not inferior to Ziofra!"

Lias deliberately reminded Yevre, who turned his head, and was eager to try his hand in arithmetic.

As for whether it is sparring or ravage, this is a matter of opinion.

"Hehe, it's better to come to Ziophra, I don't dare to take care of you. ”

Yevre still didn't look back, but the burning gaze could still be perceived.

I'm not a masochist, so don't ask for trouble.

"Look at your expression, it seems that there is a lot of progress! Then go to the training hall on the second floor and try it, I hope it won't hit your self-confidence. ”

Ziophra looked at the two of them with a smile, and planned to really show some strength, so as not to be looked down upon by the two.

Although the physical bodies of the two people on the other side surpassed themselves, Ziophra still had great confidence in illusion.

Illusionists are not common, at least in the entire city of Halls, only Ziophra alone supports the beam.

Then it is said that there is also an illusion master in the middle of the realm, but it has always been a legend, and he has never seen a real person.

As for whether Lord Morduff has stronger illusion warlocks under his command, it is unknown.

The group of three hurried to the training hall on the second floor, and under the playful gaze of Lias, Ziophra launched a frontal attack.

Formless and textureless spiritual ripples flashed, attacking Yevre's soul space in a strange way.

It's a pity that the spatial barrier, which is a little tough, directly blocked the ripple-like spiritual power from the outside, and did not bring the slightest ripple.

Looking at Yevre, whose eyes were clear and untouched, Ziopra's eyes couldn't help but light up.

"That's right, that's right! Spiritual attacks at the pinnacle of the Rank Realm can't even shake your spiritual defenses. Pay attention, I'm going to use the attack of the Primal Realm. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, before Jevre could smug his words, Ziophra chanted the incantation.

A misty gray shadow struck, and Yevre couldn't help but instinctively plan to retreat a little, but he must have been god, still standing still, staring at the soul space with all his heart.

A group of hideous shadows with teeth and claws attacked, frantically biting on the spatial barrier, but unfortunately, the teeth were a little bad, and they actually broke their teeth and blurred their nails.

The hideous shadows continued to attack, eventually leaving behind corpses in one place, and then violently dispersed and pulled back.

Yevre looked at the slightly shaky, slightly potholed thick spatial barrier with satisfaction, and with a turn of thought, it was back to normal.

As soon as he was about to withdraw from the soul space, intending to let Ziophra increase his attack, a pink mist appeared lightly and silently outside the spatial barrier.

Like a group of glamorous and graceful beauties, they danced a lazy seductive dance, trying to seduce Yevre's little heart.

There are also a few petite and cute little Lori, with a variety of sparkling delicacies with exquisite shapes, strange fragrances, and attractive colors.

Evre couldn't help but drink the clear spring, and tried to feast on it.