"Okay, now we're going to have a mouthful. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Moloto, who was naked, threw a large pile of dry branches in his hand on the beach, looked at the crayfish lying on the ground and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"What's the matter, let it get clipped?" Molotto dug a pit in the sand, put the ignition in it, and carefully lit it before looking at Ivan, who was sitting on the sidelines, not knowing what he was thinking.

"No, it's just that I think of something and don't know if it's feasible?" With a puzzled look on Ivan's face, he looked at Molotto, "Since you are my teacher, you should be able to answer it for me." ”

"Of course, although I'm afraid of trouble, but since I'm my disciple, of course I won't shirk it, let's say, there's something wrong bothering you." Molotto kept throwing dead wood branches into the pit, burning the fire vigorously.

"Before, I was thinking about whether I could let the soul ball detonate on its own, and if I could, then I could increase the soul power, so that the soul impact would be even more powerful." Ivan spoke his mind.

"I've thought about this idea before." Moloto heard Ivan's words and admitted that he had thought about it before, and he took the crayfish from the side and threw it on the fire, fiddling it with a stick, "but then I realized that the idea didn't make sense at all." ”

"Why doesn't it work?" Ivan didn't detonate the soul orb at all, and it cracked on its own.

"Why?" Molotto picked the crayfish to prevent it from burning, "Isn't that obvious?" The technique I developed was originally based on compressing the soul power into a stable ball and using external forces to disarray it and release the impact. ”

"If you want it to burst on its own, you must make it chaotic, but the key to the problem is here, the soul will only have a great impact when it suddenly bursts when it is compressed to the extreme, and at this time the soul ball is very stable, and it is impossible to crack on its own, I think you know this very well."

"Hmm." Ivan nodded, the small ball that was compressed to the extreme was indeed very stable, otherwise Ivan would not have been stuck in this place, and the more soul power contained in the soul ball, the more stable it became, which meant that it was more difficult for Ivan to crack it.

"And what you proposed earlier about making it crack on its own is only possible at the beginning of compression, but at that time, if it bursts, it won't have any power at all, so I said that this idea won't work at all."

"But I was compressing my soul to the extreme, and before I could detonate it, it cracked on its own, and the force of the impact was also very strong." Ivan gestured with his hand, trying to convince Moloto.

"This can't be, this technique was created by me, and I know the principle best of it, and what you said can't happen at all."

"You don't believe it?"

"I don't believe it." Moloto shook his head and added another handful of wood to the fire, and the flames, which had already been somewhat extinguished, were burning, "I won't believe it unless I see it with my own eyes." ”

Moloto turned the crayfish over so that it would heat evenly and not scorch.

"You." Ivan looked at Molotto's face with a look of complete disbelief, took a few deep breaths and calmed his emotions, "Uncle, what if I really get there?" ”

"If you do, then the whole crayfish that's being grilled right now will be yours." Moloto pointed to the crayfish, which had already begun to give off a rich aroma, believing that it would be a delicious meal in the near future.

"Well, what if I can't do it?" Ivan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, since the stakes involved crayfish, Ivan had to hesitate.

"If you can't do it, give me good practice, don't think about that mess." Molotto tossed some of the burning firewood aside to lower the temperature.

"That's all?"

"That's all." Molotto nodded.

"Aren't you asking for exclusive crayfish?"

"No, you can't succeed anyway, isn't it obvious that I am bullying you by making this request?" Moloto shook his head and said no, "If you don't succeed before the crayfish is baked, you lose, you understand?" ”

The scent wafting through the air grew stronger, and Ivan knew he didn't have much time left.

"Don't worry, I'll show you right away." Although the crayfish had been roasted and could no longer die, it did not bother Ivan.

Ivan closed his eyes, first controlling a trace of soul power to compress into a small ball in the palm of his hand, and then carefully condensed into a small ball in the palm of the other hand.

"What are you doing here?" Molotto asked as he looked at Ivan puzzled.

"Don't talk, you'll see a miracle soon, and when the time comes, this crayfish will be mine." Ivan took a deep breath to calm himself down after compressing all his soul power to the extreme to form a small ball, and Ivan slowly approached the small ball in his hands with a serious expression.

Moloto was infected by Ivan's emotions and put away his smile, frowning at Ivan's actions.

"Let's get two soul orbs first, then slowly bring them closer, and finally, uh." How did it end up together?

Originally, Ivan Ivan's two soul balls would explode directly after they were close together, but I knew that they would directly fuse together and become a bigger ball.

"Hahaha, this is the miracle you are talking about?" Moloto's laughter swept away the dull atmosphere before, and he laughed as he looked at Ivan's depressed face.

"No, it's not, how did these two balls come together?" Ivan looked at the big ball made up of two small balls in the palm of his hand, and his face was full of incredulity.

"If it can't be put together, that's a weird thing." Molotto laughed until he ran out of strength, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his palms (laughing), and pulled the crayfish out of the fire.

"Although your two balls seem to be two separate individuals, in fact the essence is the same, they are both your souls, and there is nothing wrong with separation, but once they are close together, of course they will become one." Moloto touched the crayfish with his hand, and after being scalded once, he learned to behave, grabbed a handful of sand and sprinkled it on the crayfish's shell and rubbed it constantly, and when he felt that the temperature was about the same, he stretched out his hands and ripped its tail off.

The exposure of the snow-white shrimp meat to the air immediately gave Ivan a shock in his sight, and even though he was far away, Ivan could smell the fragrance.

"It's so good, it looks delicious." Moloto smacked his lips and swallowed the saliva from his mouth.

"Hmm." Ivan nodded and scattered the soul in his hand.

"Well, this half is for you." Moloto tore the tail of the crayfish in half with his hands and threw the upper part to Ivan, "After eating, give me the practice to continue." ”

"It's hot." Ivan, who had just caught the lobster, was burned by the heat from above, but he had to grit his teeth to prevent it from falling on the beach.

"It's a good thing to be innovative, but you're not there yet, what you have to do now is to accumulate, and only when you have enough foundation can you have the opportunity to come up with something new." Moloto gulped down on the shrimp meat, "However, I am very happy that you can think of this, as your teacher." ”

"Hmph, this time it was an accident, you wait and see, next time, no, I will be able to succeed before I go to the academy." The hunger in his belly caused Ivan to chew on the shrimp.

"Ambitious." Moloto gave a thumbs up, "If you succeed, I'll give you a good thing." ”

"What is it?"

"Wait until you're successful."

"Stingy," (To be continued.) )