Training base, northeast side gate, abandoned warehouse.

After saying hello to Tong Lao, Ye Hanjun came here alone under the leadership of a soldier.

This is where the soldiers stationed on weekdays train, and after a cursory sweep, the light is dim, and there are traces of flames, poisonous corrosion, and rusty metal walls are full of devastation.

"Flower candle, come out."

Night Hanjun releases his senses, confirms that there is no problem, and activates the imprint on his left wrist.

The goose-yellow light flickered slightly, and the desert witch opened her eyes, and her dimly colored vertical pupils immediately met his gaze, and her eyes were focused, as if waiting for the order.

"Haven't you always been looking forward to mastering skills? Now's your chance. ”

Ye Hanjun smiled slightly, and took out a bottle from his bag, which was the size of a fist, and the whole body was silvery-white.

"Huh? Skill? ”

Hua Zhu suddenly suspected that she had misheard, her eyes were slightly distracted, and she asked blankly.

"King Sand Wolf Concentrated Plasma."

Ye Hanjun shook the bottle in his hand, pretending to be mysterious.

"Click-"

The cork was pulled out, and all of a sudden, the abandoned warehouse, which was still airtight, was filled with a disgusting smell of mud.

"I made some preparations before the trial."

"For example, the second peanut essence was used by me, and the second pot of black bamboo rice balls made was all sold into spirit stones."

"With the savings in front of me, a total of 422 lower-grade spirit stones were exchanged for materials by me."

As if to say something insignificant, Ye Hanjun calmly added:

"The sand wolf king's concentrated plasma is the second most important small treasure among them."

"The so-called 'Sand Wolf King' is not the name of the clan of the Spirit, but a blood medicine that collects the plasma of dozens of sand wolves and fuses them to refine."

"Because the attributes match, according to my estimate, there is a 45% chance that you will comprehend a skill."

"45 percent...... Such high odds? ”

"Is this still high?" Ye Hanjun smiled, "This thing costs 180 lower-grade spirit stones, which must be a sky-high price for a first-rank lord. ”

"In the academy, even a little rich woman like Su Mei has to grit her teeth and make up her mind, and only after accumulating enough pocket money can she be able to buy it."

"If other sand attribute spirits use it, the probability of comprehending the skill is at least 95%."

"You cut it off, only 45 percent is left, in the end, it's still the negative effects of the dark flash that is difficult to comprehend the skill."

"I see......"

Hua Zhu nodded lightly, "Random comprehension skills, this effect is so exaggerated, if it is really triggered on me, it is a good thing anyway." ”

Ye Hanjun showed a faint smile: "I agree with this." ”

If you comprehend the skills with other attributes, you will be able to obtain more than 80 powerful skills in the best luck, and you will be able to open up the gap with the spirits of the same level.

But this is a small probability event, if you comprehend 15-35 lines, this skill of the same level is weak.

180 tattooed spirit stones, the cost of this early investment, for those who grit their teeth to take out this spirit stone, the loss is quite serious.

- Flower candles are different.

If she can comprehend it, with a dark and shining urine nature, it must be a weak skill, and it is impossible for the Chaos Spirit Pattern to exceed 25 patterns.

But that's not the point.

If the Sand Wolf King concentrates the plasma, it can help Hua Candle to randomly comprehend a sand-attribute magic attack skill.

With her years of hard work experience in survival and actual combat, coupled with the "gathering sand into a shield" at the level of entering the house, Hua Candle's fighting style will definitely have a breakthrough change.

That's what really worth looking forward to!

……

"Are you ready?"

"My lord, let's get started."

Inside the abandoned warehouse, the Desert Witch took a deep breath, tilted her head, and closed her eyes.

"Wow-"

Ye Hanjun, who was standing no more than half a meter in front of her, raised his right hand flatly, and suddenly poured the jade bottle in his hand.

The earthy yellow plasma potion dripped down the witch's face.

All of a sudden, her eyebrows were twisted, her tooth joints were tightly clasped, and she made a subconscious clicking sound, as if she was about to crush her back molars.

"Hmm!"

Even if you have made good expectations in your heart, you know that it hurts, it hurts.

Hua Candle, who has "unyielding" as the core personality, is still so painful that her limbs spasm, and her whole face is distorted.

She began to gasp for breath, her pincers slamming shut tightly, the scorpion tail behind her stabbing the air.

For about five minutes, the mobile sand legs could not support the stability of the body, so that the uncontrollable sand flew everywhere.

Time passes little by little......

With his eyes closed, Ye Hanjun has activated his super-spirituality with all his might, and his strong perception has always shrouded the entire abandoned warehouse.

Finally, the dead silence lasted for two hours, and the trembling scorpion tail of the flower candle gradually stopped.

When she opened her eyes, the yellow sand on the soles of her feet suddenly surged, and finally condensed into an illusory fist that was nearly half a meter long, and swung it towards the air in front of her.

"My lord, I seem to be ...... It worked? ”

Hua Zhu looked at her masterpiece in a daze, the illusory fist made of yellow sand, lingering around her body with her thoughts, and could move up to a distance of five meters.

And every time he threw a punch, although there was no exaggerated sonic boom, the slight sound of breaking the air was clear to the ears, which would still hurt a little if it hit the fragile soul.

"You ...... this skill"

Ye Hanjun's originally calm face became a little grotesque.

He doesn't need to be qualified, he can judge that this skill is called "gathering sand into a fist".

The Desert Witch Clan is in charge of sand spells, but with the same level and different individuals, there will be a big gap in the skills they comprehend.

Such as "Raising Sand", "Gathering Sand into a Shield", "Sand Snake Bondage", "Quicksand Trap", ...... These are signature race skills, and with the increase in rank, there is a high probability that they can be mastered.

Others, varied, and undefined.

However, Night Hanjun has mastered relevant statistical reports and research reports, and has several attack skills, and once the Desert Witch comprehends it, she will become extremely strong among different witches of the same level.

For example, "gathering sand into a sword".

For example, "sand into soldiers".

The former manipulates the yellow sand and gathers into a giant sword, whether it is a vertical slash or a horizontal slash, the brute beasts with strong physiques will cry out and be unbearable, and other spirits with fragile physiques will turn into meat if they are not careful.

The latter condenses sand into soldiers, which can form a defensive position or an offensive position, and the changeable effect greatly improves the combat ability of the desert witch, even if it is less to more, she is not necessarily at a disadvantage.

Comparatively speaking, "gathering sand into a fist" is several grades worse.

This skill is in the tire of clay sculpture, and the average strength is between 45 and 55 lines.

But probably the effect is too plain, waving fists or something, not gorgeous enough, not elegant enough, not at all popular with mainstream witches.

Unless she takes the initiative to comprehend in the process of improving her rank, if she has a choice, the Desert Witch will not learn this skill, and is more willing to devote her energy to the tempering or exploration of other skills.

"Bang! Bang bang bang! ”

The sand fist roared, and soon evolved from a dull straight fist to an uppercut and an uppercut.

In the dim pupils of the flower candles, there is a touch of fluorescence, like a child who has received a favorite toy, and is happy to try new skills.

"Gather sand into a fist, if it hits the body of the prey, the power is acceptable."

"But your fist is still in a weakened state, 18 lines, it's not as good as your gathering sand into a shield."

"It's okay, this is my first spell attack skill!"

Hua Zhu smiled heartlessly, and the residual scars on his cheeks reflected the pure and unadulterated smile, which made people feel a little touched.

"Your first four skills, because you don't have enough attack vectors, in disguise force you to continue to study the proficiency of skills and the combination of skills, in order to defeat the strong with the weak."

"Although this experience is miserable, but you have survived, and you have now gained skills, from rusty to skilled, and the speed of transformation is by no means comparable to that of a normal witch......"

"Babble~~"*(ˊˋ*)*

There are no outsiders, and Ye Hanjun will release the little tadpoles to play for a while.

The little guy who stayed in the floating bubble looked curiously at the whirring and waving sand fist, and his eyes the size of a grain of rice were quite interested.

When Ye Hanjun saw it like that, he was stunned in his heart.

But he probably set his expectations too high, Guagua still didn't comprehend the skills this time, just as a bystander, he watched the little black hat boxing seriously.

"Whew-" Ten minutes later, the flower candle finished casting, and the slightly tired color disappeared in a flash.

The skill of gathering sand into a fist can be maintained for a long time.

But the longer it lasts, the more it consumes her.

Of course, Hua Zhu was still excited, and encouraged in a tone of unmistakable indication:

"I feel that I only need to practice a few more times before my skills can break through to 'mastery' and initially reach the level of arm swinging."

"Babble~Babble~"

The little tadpole didn't care whether he understood it or not, and happily circled around the flower candle.

Ye Hanjun smiled and didn't make an evaluation.

But his hand stretched straight to the center of his eyebrows.

"It won't take a few days, let alone a few days, today will be enough."

"Come on, for today's death challenge, I'll give you a different opponent, a cute rabbit with red eyes."

Hua Candle's breath suddenly stopped.

"Boom!"

A miniature version of the door of life and death appeared behind him.

The key of the gray sun is pulled out, aligned with the hole, and inserted perfectly.

It was dark in front of him, and then it lit up, and the Night Hanjun appeared in the sky, and what was suspended behind him was the giant version of the door of life and death that supported the sky and the earth.

"Death Challenge, Kai!"

The gray hemispherical barrier rose rapidly, and a cloud of gray shadows wriggled and wriggled.

A few seconds later, the waiting flower candle looked at the red-eyed carnivorous rabbit whose eyes were as red as blood, as if she had been hungry for seven days and seven nights, and pursed her lips slightly.

Adults care about this...... It's called cute?

"Tear it!!"

The ferocious rabbit kicked its legs hard and pounced quickly.

In the flying yellow sand, the scorpion tail and solemn vigilance of the flower candle were erected, and a fist that gradually took shape was reflected in the light of the eyes for a moment.

……

(End of chapter)