Lias unceremoniously slammed Yevre back.

"If the Xuan Rank Initial Realm is restored like this, and the young master doesn't recover a little bit of spiritual power, wouldn't it be the end. Relying on the flesh, the master is also a weak chicken. ”

Grass! At least not less than 800,000 pounds of strength in the Xuan Rank Initial Realm, or a weak chicken, what is that Ziophra, what the hell is Lu Saqi in the Xuan Rank Peak Realm.

However, listening to this tone, Lias seems to be a little out of sight of Ziophra.

If this is the case, under the joint efforts of the three of them, they should not be afraid of some weaker earth-level powerhouses?

Jevre gave Lias a deep look, didn't ask the question in person, just looked back and forth at Ciophra and Lias affectionately, smiling incomprehensibly.

Guarded by hundreds of Xuan-rank demons, the slightly arrogant Yevre and his party hurriedly returned to the manor.

Lias quietly lifted the light wind technique, and Yevre, who felt that his body was suddenly as heavy as a hill, had just gotten off the "carriage", and as soon as he was not careful, he fell to the ground.

With an embarrassed smile, Yevre's head suddenly became as big as thunder, and he still didn't need to enter the building when he looked like this.

At least before you completely control your body, you should practice in the open-air training ground, otherwise the training hall on the second floor of the building will be tossed by yourself to the point of being unbearable.

If it is not done well, it may directly break through the barrier between the training hall and the hall.

What do you say about the business of Tallis Restaurant?

Didn't I prepare a lot of red-flavored hot pot base in the morning, shrinking the supply, how could I last another day.

Yevre, who had already taken measures against this, had already instructed Lurans to use it sparingly.

As for whether the truly loyal customers will have an opinion, Yevre doesn't care so much.

It is impossible to force yourself into battle in this situation and then ruin your own reputation.

I can't even walk the road, and I want to boil the base, which is estimated to completely destroy the kitchen.

"Ziopra, you don't have to worry about me, I'll just play in this open-air training ground, and then go back to the building when I can put it away freely. ”

Ziophra gave a funny glance at the rather self-aware Yevre, and after instructing a group of Xuanjie guards to take care of the surroundings, he floated towards the building with a strange expression.

And Lias, who was also following the trend, was completely bored, so he went straight to a recliner, and he didn't change his shape, lazily sunbathing, and looked at the training ground from time to time.

Jevre had every reason to believe that Lias was not trying to protect himself, nor was he going to get out in the open air, but purely to watch the play.

In the past, Lias liked to watch the big shows that the demons performed for free with their lives, but now there is not much fun, and his staggering and slightly embarrassed appearance is also worth his pleasure.

Unable to care about it so much, Yevre slowly retracted his arms, lifted his feet slightly, and then slowly landed.

The slow movement is like a stiff puppet, and the slow action is a fight with the longevity of the 100-year-old old man.

Silently using the spirit of inward vision, but it is still hazy and unclear.

Looking at the "Heaven and Earth Flood Furnace Chapter", which is still 6,000 proficiency levels away from advancing to the next stage, and then looking at the mission page that has not yet released a task, Yevre, who feels that his mental power and physical body are a little out of balance, hesitated for a while, and then used the only remaining exercise proficiency.

Add 1,000 exercises of proficiency to the "Heavenly Fire Meditation Technique" in the entry stage, instantly fill up the current progress, and then directly step into the small success stage.

Seeing that it takes three thousand proficiency to advance to completion, Yevre is left to let go of the few proficiency skills that are left.

It's just a drop in the bucket, and continuing to bet will not produce substantial progress by leaps and bounds.

Before he could think about it, the sparse spiritual power in the soul space like a mist suddenly suddenly converged in the middle like a whirlwind and a remnant cloud.

The spiritual mist, which was still thick at first, continued to extend outward with the breakthrough of strength, expanding the area by dozens of times, directly causing the spiritual power of small growth to be scattered and thin.

In the center of the soul space, a tornado-like high-speed rotating cylinder kept squeezing and shrinking inward.

The original gray-black spiritual power gradually glowed with a bright white light, occasionally mixed with dots of silver light.

The silver light is dimmer, and the number is relatively scarce, like the moon and stars in the middle of the night.

The vaporized spiritual mist kept swarming inward, but Yevre was completely like an outsider, unable to control it, and did not feel anything, so he could only watch everything go on in a daze.

The tornado lasted for nearly half an hour, and then drops of mottled water slowly seeped out, and then in the center of the soul space, a small puddle of water was formed.

Could it be that this is the spiritual liquid mentioned in the "Heavenly Fire Meditation Technique"?

It's still a little different from what I imagined.

Originally, I thought that I could directly take it in one step, and purify all the vaporized spiritual power into a thorough liquid.

It's a pity that the psychochemical fluid was only carried out for less than a tenth of the time, and it came to an abrupt end.

Looking at the still, like a heavy dark cloud, accumulating countless droplets, I just don't want to pour rain.

Look at the mottled liquid dotted again, it is obviously not purified enough, and I don't know how much I have to go before the so-called spirit is flawless.

As for the idea of reaching the vajra-like strength of the Yang God, it was even more 108,000 miles.

Look at the little cowardly soul that is getting weaker and weaker, and the illusory body is still in a deep sleep, and Yevre has no extra movements, too lazy to care.

I plan to carefully study the news after the advancement of the "Heavenly Fire Meditation Technique", but unfortunately the Scarlet Codex is as cold as ever, and there is no hint of exercise at all.

It's a description of personal attributes with more mental power.

Mental power: Spiritual fluid

I don't indicate the specific value, nor do I say which realm of warlock to compare, I'm completely confused, and I rely on my own exploration.

In desperation, Yevre, who felt that his head was a little clear, first tried the spiritual inner vision method.

It's a dirt method that I have figured out by myself.

The bones, tendons, meridians and blood that were a little hazy before, suddenly became much brighter.

It's like reading a book with 5.0 eyesight, clear and clear.

Under full concentration, the liquefied spiritual power can even penetrate the bones, and look directly at the bone marrow that has all been transformed into dark blue.

The bone marrow is as viscous as jelly, but as heavy as mercury, and the dotted lilac particles are quietly swaying back and forth.

There are not many of them, only a few dozen, and the total amount is less than one thousandth of the bone marrow.

Clenching his fists slightly, Yevre easily sensed every change in the palm of his hand through his mental power.

The tendons are flexing, the joints are sliding, and the blood is surging silently.

Seeing this, Yevre has a little more confidence in taking control of himself quickly.

Little by little, he became familiar with the tendons, bones, and blood in every part of his body, from the ends of his limbs to the roots of his limbs, from the tough skin to his internal organs, all of which were explored by Yevre.

Only the unusually delicate brain, Yevre did not dare to probe one or two deeply, in case of any dementia, it would be a bit wronged.

Even if it's just a broken memory like Lias, it's a bit bleak.

In this unfamiliar world, there is only a little memory to comfort yourself.

In this way, Yevre, who danced his limbs lightly in place, shivered from time to time, and occasionally crackled his bones, spent nearly fifteen hours quietly.

And Lias, who had nothing to show to see, had already left impatiently, and did not know whether he was busy getting acquainted with the rituals, or chatting with Ziophra with nothing to do.

Suddenly opening his glittering green eyes, Jevre felt like he was very different.

Not only are the five senses more and more acute, but even the strength is much more rounded, although it can't reach the perfect control given by the Crimson Codex, it is obviously not as ignorant as before.

Carefully control the tendons in the legs, and take a gentle step.

Yes, this time it only sank less than three inches deep, which was a little easier than the previous embarrassment of stepping on heavy snow.

In this way, Yevre slowly controlled himself, and slowly increased his speed with the internal vision method that had made great progress after the psychochemical liquid.

At the beginning, there were still not deep footprints, and the open-air training ground on the metal floor was like an avenue of stars.

It's just a star's palm, and the other is the big footprint of Xuanjie soft shoes.

An hour passed, and those big three-inch-deep footprints never appeared again.

It wasn't as scarred as it was in the snow, but the scarred footprints on the open-air training ground were less than half an inch deep.

The progress is still quite obvious.

Of course, this is also related to Yevre's cultivation of "Sixteen Elements with the Wind" at the same time, and the combination of the body method and the inner view method can be said to be twice the result with half the effort, not a simple one plus one.

Silently nibbling a few bites of the secret barbecue sent by Chiophra, and when his strength was fully recovered, Yevre continued to practice in the eyes of many demons hiding in the shadows.

This cultivation lasted for several hours, and in the middle of it, Ziophra came to inquire about the progress and continued to be busy.

One will order his subordinates to collect information, the other will listen to all kinds of reports, and from time to time he will also receive some packages of tight supplies.

The leader of the organization is a lot of things, no wonder there is no substantial progress in bloodline research, it is certainly not just a matter of Ziopra's talent.

When the time came to ten o'clock in the morning the next day, the sweaty Jevre finally stopped his light steps, no longer swaying from side to side, and no longer hurting the open-air training ground.

That's right, with the assistance of "Sixteen Lines with the Wind", Yevre basically controlled himself in less than a day, and although he landed with sound, he no longer left obvious traces.

The muscles of the lower limbs and the muscles of the waist and abdomen are basically under control, and the arms and wrists that have not been exercised much still need to be practiced diligently.

Returning to the lobby of the building without hindrance, he sat down slowly, and under the greeting of Ziopra, he enjoyed a breakfast that he had not seen for many days.

Yes, it's been a long time since I've had a proper breakfast.

The first is that the demon can last for a while with a single meal, and the second is that Yevre has been busy lately, so he is too lazy to waste time.

The last point is more crucial--- laziness.

Breakfast was made by Lurans and gold medal crispy pork, as well as Carrichi's pan-fried fish and mushroom fish soup.

Although the cooking skills are not in place, the heat is a little worse, according to the Scarlet Codex score, the color and flavor are between three and four points, but it is still comparable to the craftsmanship of a third-level chef.

It's not a little bit better than many amateur chefs in street shops.

Fill your stomach and chat with Ziophra and Lias for a while.

Fortunately, there is still no bad news today, although the news of the bloody battle has spread among some deaf and clear-sighted second-rate organizations, but they are only in uneasy speculation, and there is no real list of participants in the battle.

I don't know what happened to Lord Morduff, is it not decisive enough, or is there another purpose?

actually hung up on his appetite like this, according to Yevre's guess, in this case, the four top forces should take action.

Whether it's throwing cannon fodder for the dead, or sharpening knives, there should be some changes.

I don't know if it's because Ziopra's backers aren't high enough, or if some forces are so hidden, anyway, he is not as calm as he imagined.

Hurry up and announce the news, and then the eight immortals will quickly show their means by crossing the sea, either accept their fate, fight to the bloody death, and win a glimmer of life, or try to escape, at least there is a slim chance.

It's a pity that Yevre is just a small person, that is, he is just guessing and can't change anything.