Holding two cyan translucent crystals in his hands, Locke sat cross-legged in the room and cultivated the Eagle Fighting Qi.

Subtle blue light visible to the naked eye flowed out of the energy spar in his hand, and entered the body along Locke's arm, and Locke's breath became longer and longer.

I don't know how long it took, and there was a faint sound of spar shattering in the room, breaking Locke's cultivation state.

Slowly opening his eyes, a fine light flashed from his blazing eyes, and Locke's strength was a little stronger than when he had just been promoted to a high-ranking squire.

The two wind-based mid-grade energy crystals in the center of the palm had already completed their effects, turning into countless transparent fragments.

Clapping his palms, Locke tossed the fragments of the energy hedron into the clutter.

This is the third time this week that he has used the energy spar to cultivate, and the flying feeling of ascension has made Locke intoxicated.

He heard that some magicians will not marry and have children in their lives, but only take meditation as their companion, and most of them also focus on the pleasure of improving their strength, and ignore the love of men and women.

"It's a pity that there aren't many energy crystals left. Locke sighed, he mainly uses mid-grade energy crystals now, and he also has four or five high-level ones in his hand, but he has been reluctant to use them.

He planned to wait for the intermediate energy hedron to work, or if the effect was very small, before using a higher-grade hedron.

Locke said that there are few energy crystals in his hands, not that the total amount is small.

As he and Jasmine and the others got bigger and bigger in the operation area, they had already made a name for themselves among the low-level magic apprentices of the Santa Academy, and there were no magic materials they couldn't get, only the unexpected.

Originally, their excessive behavior of fishing for oil and water would definitely cause the Holy Tower's side to sanction it, but the plane war is getting closer and closer, and no one in the upper level magicians will pay attention to the life and death of these slave cannon fodder in the operation area.

As long as Locke and Jasmine grasp the degree and don't know what to do with the Guardians of the Holy Tower, they will definitely be fine.

And most of the targets they sell are mid-level apprentices, and the magicians at this level know that their war is not far away, and it is the time to improve their strength as much as possible, how can they cut off their arms and do this thankless thing of reporting Locke and others.

Locke now has about five intermediate energy crystals a week, as for why there is still a shortage of energy crystals, what Locke lacks is a wind energy crystal that can be useful for his cultivation.

Locke plans to ask the Assal Wizard next time to see if he can exchange another energy crystal for a wind energy crystal with this official magician.

He knew that the magician Ashar was a rich woman.

After tidying up a bit, Locke left the room that Santa had assigned him.

Locke is already familiar with the work in the operation area, and he is now mainly helping Jasmine imprison the soul of slave creatures, and sometimes he is in charge of the entry and exit of slave creatures with Harris.

The place where Locke is now going is an alchemy shop that Jasmine introduced him, located inside the Santa Academy, which is said to be a long-established shop for nearly 700 years.

"Hello, do you need anything?" Sitting in front of Locke was a middle-aged man with a yellowish complexion, who was a salesperson at the shop and an alchemist himself.

Unlike the bells and whistles of the shops on the outskirts of the Holy Tower, where beautiful female magical apprentices work as waitresses, everything here is rustic.

Locke knew that the magician sitting in front of him was probably the master who had given him the alchemy task.

"I want to make some potions that will work for me out of this bottle. Locke unveiled a bottle of dark green reagent with both hands.

The reagent bottle is hermetically sealed, and the materials and packaging techniques used are state-of-the-art, and advanced means expensive, and the magician is curious about what it contains.

The magician sitting opposite Locke still had the alchemy quality, and he did not rashly open the reagent bottle, but took out a silver long needle, inserted the needle tip plug into the reagent bottle, dipped a little sample and pulled it out.

The moment the silver needle came out, the mouth of the reagent bottle healed automatically, and this reagent bottle was also an alchemical product, a gadget made by Angelina.

The magician chanted a spell at the silver needle, then took out a large test instrument from his spatial ring and tested it on the spot.

Locke was not in a hurry, sitting on the sofa, drinking tea, and waiting for the results of the magician's examination.

"It's the blood of the Hilders!" the magician suddenly let out an exclamation, but fortunately it was a box and did not attract the attention of the people around him.

"How's that, can you make it?" asked Locke, crossing Erlang's legs, the blood of this level of creature was a little he secretly collected when he helped Ashar Magician clean up the laboratory.

The flesh and blood of ordinary demonic beasts can work on humans, and Locke does not believe that the blood of creatures of this level will not have a lifting effect on him.

Through the momentum of the green creature when it broke free from the test bench, Locke could feel that the creature was the physical strength of the major, and this creature was a great complement to them as knights.

"Yes, yes, yes. The professional quality of the magician is still there, and he didn't let Locke wait for a long time, and after thinking about it for a while, he gave his own answer, "Both the steel body potion and the Swift Dragon potion can use this bottle of blood as the main ingredient." ”

"How much do I have to pay?" Locke asked, he had never heard of either potion, but it was a potion made from the blood of a first-class creature, and it would not be bad.

"This bottle of blood can only make three potions, we will make you a steel body potion and a dragon potion each, and the excess materials will be used as expenses, how about it?" the magician made a suggestion.

Locke looked down and thought for a moment, then said, "Okay."

He could hide a little bit of the blood of a first-level creature in the laboratory of the magician of Ashar, and it was hard to guarantee that this alchemy shop would do the same, so he simply agreed.

This seven-hundred-year-old alchemy shop, of course, has a strong person above the official magician inside it, and the middle-aged magician attaches so much importance to Locke's materials, which can only show that the value of this bottle of blood is indeed not low.

The Hild plane is very close to the wizarding world, and its strength in the small plane is in the middle and upper reaches, and the upper echelons of the Holy Tower and the Knights' Hall did not choose to invade this plane due to various concerns, but the mages and knights below often go there to hunt.

It is said that the heart of the Hild High Priest has the effect of prolonging the life of creatures above the first level, attracting countless old monsters who are almost old to hunt one after another.

In addition to this, I would like to ask you to help me build a weapon, Locke said as he took out his own longsword from the spatial ring, and a jet-black broken sword.

The Broken Sword was obtained by Locke at the auction in Princeton, and it was a broken sword eliminated by a certain first-class knight.

"Well... There are only some cloud ink iron in it, which is not rare, and it is easy to help you integrate into the weapon. The magician took the broken sword and observed it for a while, and then said, as for Locke's saber, he didn't even look at it, this kind of saber suitable for mid-level knight squires, it was not in his eyes.

"Just be a bonus, you won't be charged for the smelting of this long sword. The middle-aged magician said.

"Happy cooperation!" Locke passed his palm.

"Happy cooperation!" the magician laughed.

After walking out of the alchemy shop, Locke went to the magician of Santa Ashar.

The surprise and shock that this first-level dark elementalist gave to Locke became bigger and bigger as time went on.

Unlike the knights, who are still majoring in fighting spirit and physical strength after being promoted to the first level of creatures, after the mages enter the first level, there are many paths to choose.

Mysterious, a wizard who specializes in curses and the occult, an elementalist who is proficient in elemental magic, a summoner who is skilled in interdimensional trading and summoning, a bloodline warlock who integrates the bloodline of powerful creatures into himself, and so on.

The magicians who have reached the first level, it is precisely because of their huge and complicated cultivation system that the knights who can only bury their heads in training their own flesh are far behind.

It is said that some talented magicians are already studying the cultivation paths of knights, and the body refining mages are considered to be the partial branch of the bloodline warlocks, and have taken root in some parts of the wizarding world.

The reason why Locke admires Ashar is because this powerful dark elementalist is actually minoring in witchcraft on her own, and she is also working part-time as an alchemist.

The main factor in the fact that the former magic apprentices couldn't stand the magician Ashar was the moody master, who often tested her newfound occult knowledge with those around her.

When no one wanted to wake up, he found that he had become a toad all the time, or had a few extra arms.

The occult system and magic are two completely different aspects, some magic can also turn people into frogs, but that is time-sensitive, the magic is applied differently, and the time for which the frog is maintained is also different.

The occult essentially changes the overall structure of a creature, and if a magic apprentice becomes a toad, then he really becomes a toad.

This involves the indescribable forbidden knowledge of the astral realm and the universe, which magicians cannot understand or explain, all of which are classified as occult.

Knocking on the door of Ashhar's magician's room, Locke, although he had the key in his hand, rarely broke into it, which was rude.

"Come in. Magician Ashar's languid voice came.

Opening the door and walking in, Locke sat honestly on the sofa, waiting for Magician Ashar to come out.

Through these months of contact and understanding, Locke concluded that the magician of Ashar had definitely just gotten up.

This dark mage hates the day and loves the night.

She came almost day and night backwards, and last night it was estimated that she did the experiment again and managed to sleep early in the morning.

Because of this kind of routine of the magician Ashar, even Locke is tired a lot.

Locke also secretly guessed in his heart that this magician's skin was so white, most likely because he often didn't bask in the sun, and after getting up, he rarely cared about the Ashar magician he was wearing, and he was always in the spring, which caught Locke off guard.

"Help me refine a new type of alchemy material today. Sure enough, Ashar walked out of the bedroom wrapped in a black sheet.

The area of the bed sheet is very small, only covering the key parts, and the rest of the place is generously exposed outside, which is fascinating.

"Good. Locke nodded in agreement, his eyes glancing down, not daring to look elsewhere.

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