Under the bright moon, the light and shadow are dappled, the night sky is dotted with stars, but the ground is dark. The darkness covers the land, and at the same time brings all kinds of life that live on the ground to sleep. In the middle of the night, almost all the nocturnal demonic beasts in the Hundred Beast Forest opened their eyes one after another and began their own actions.

There are those who look for Warcraft that are weaker than themselves as food, there are also low-level Warcrafts who are looking for new escape routes to avoid being chased by high-level Warcraft, and there are even cases of chatting with Nocturnal Warcrafts of their own strength. But there is no one like Xiaobai who can lie quietly on the ground for a long time without making a sound, and he is not even bothered to move.

The only thing it was doing at this time was eating, eating, eating, eating, eating, eating, Of course, the portion size was very different from what he expected, but the amount of food that had already been roasted by Nakorulu with fire magic was much more than usual.

So Xiaobai is very satisfied, and even in order to maximize his appetite, he keeps sniffing the aroma from the barbecue with his nose while eating, and he never gets tired of smelling that taste, and every time it will make it feel intoxicated.

Wu Qi, who was lying in the tent, pulled a thin slit from the tent slightly, glanced at the barbecue quietly eating, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he was very happy in his heart. He couldn't help but whisper, "You guy, it's finally quiet tonight." ”

After speaking, he opened a small gap on the other side of the tent, glanced at a tent on Xiaobai's side that was still flashing with firelight, smiled at the corner of his mouth again, shook his head and said, "Lulu." I didn't expect you to be so obsessed with magic. It's so late, and I haven't slept yet. But that's fine, if not, how can I have time to cultivate tonight?"

A self-deprecating smile flashed across Wuqi's face, and after he shook his head lightly again, he withdrew his gaze like an Arhat lying on his side, lying quietly on the ground, but the person began to meditate.

The moment he entered the meditation, a faint blue light immediately appeared on the surface of Wuqi's body and completely enveloped his whole body, if he didn't look closely, he couldn't detect this layer of light that was thinner than paper, as transparent as water, looming, almost like nothingness.

The first step in meditation cultivation is to rely on one's own consciousness to portray pictures, and Wu Qi doesn't know what level his own strength will improve, but he at least understands a little. Definitely not too weak. Otherwise, he would not have been so persistent in cultivating spells.

This self-confidence came not only from Wu Qi's fascination with the special cultivation technique of spells, but also because the combat experience he had accumulated under the long-term battle had given him a deep understanding. Spells have neither exaggerated strength nor terrifying speed, and are not even as lethal as a large part of magic. But the true use of spells is strange.

Yes, as an odd word in his own name. The biggest feature of spells is that they are mysterious, strange and unimaginable, strange and incomprehensible.

There is no need for any modesty in this regard, and the diarrhea technique created by oneself through three years of hard cultivation of spells and the itching technique created in a flash of inspiration in the mind of life and death are the best proofs. Although these two tricks that Wuqi has mastered so far cannot be said to be infinitely powerful, they can at least be exaggerated to say that this is a strange trick that is enough to make people embarrassed.

If it wasn't the first time to fight Wuqi, then Wuqi knew very well that as long as his tricks made the other party know, it would be absolutely difficult for him to win. Because of these two tricks, there are many ways to prevent them.

But if it is the first time to fight him, then he is absolutely 90% sure that he can make the other party deflated, and even a master whose strength is a whole realm higher than himself, he also has the strength to fight. If it's two realms higher, it's hard to say, Wuqi has never encountered it, so he won't be arrogant.

Of course, this is only Wuqi's own estimate, like Nakorulu's teacher, Yeria, who has a magical beast like Omela that can attack in an area, he is completely out of line. Or, if he encounters an opponent who is so fast that he almost doesn't have time to perform his tricks, he also feels very powerless. ,

This question had been bothering Wuqi for a long time, and even caused him to suddenly stop in his meditative state, immediately interrupting his cultivation. Wuqi didn't get up, he didn't sit up, he just kept his side lying on his side and let out a long breath, and said inwardly: The diarrhea technique must capture the opponent's breath closely. And you have to put the opponent's breath into the spell mark ball as quickly as possible.

If it's slow, or if it's as fast as a white wolf, I don't have time to do that. If I can solve this problem, maybe my strength will be able to break through the bottleneck of an intermediate cultivator and enter an advanced cultivator.

Thinking of this, Wuqi nodded subconsciously, and at the same time, he suddenly thought of another question, and whispered to himself: "The solution to the problem of the diarrhea technique should be able to find a way." But this itching surgery is a big problem. From the time this trick was created to the present, it was only in the real success of the trick just created.

I still don't understand how that demon died. But at the beginning, as soon as the itching technique was launched, it couldn't stand it anymore, and specially begged for mercy from me, a human whose strength was far inferior to his. This move, if used well, I can definitely fight with a realm higher than me, no, maybe even a high-level cultivator who is two realms higher can fight. ”

Wuqi's eyes immediately flashed with excitement, but then this excitement was replaced by disappointment, and after a helpless sigh, Wuqi silently shook his head, closed his eyes again, and said secretly: Unfortunately, the activation of this itching technique is completely opposite to the diarrhea technique, and I must use my own breath to secretly drill into the other party's body.

The success rate is too small, and when I cast it, I have to try to control the breath separated from my body to a minimum without the other party noticing, because the breath is so small that it is too easy to collapse due to sudden changes in the surrounding environment.

Unless I'm preoccupied with nothing else, I'm going to be able to concentrate on controlling this breath. At that time, I was able to succeed because I couldn't move my body, and even if I wanted to dodge, I was weak. It was precisely because he abandoned other distractions that he succeeded in creating this trick.

If only I could separate more breath at the same time when I performed the itching technique.

These two tricks are too flawed, but luckily I still have the Nameless Scroll to use as a weapon for the time being. Also, thanks to the efficacy of medical treatment, I don't know how many times I would have died with my ability. Although the power of the hypnotic eye is extraordinary, it is too close and it is also a fatal weakness. However, it is not a way to maintain the strength of an intermediate cultivator, I have to think of another way.

Thinking of this, Wuqi's brows suddenly furrowed and fell into silence. I don't know how long it took, as if he suddenly understood something, he sat up from the ground suddenly, clapped his hands, and said to himself excitedly: "I understand!

It's like drawing a picture during meditation, and my current consciousness can only draw some rough lines. As for the thin lines, I have not been able to draw them for a long time, which is the same as my current spell, which is not yet perfect. Perhaps, when I can rely on my consciousness to draw some detailed birds, beasts, or ants, my strength should be able to break through the bottleneck. It must be so, starting with a static sparrow......"

As soon as the words fell, Wuqi lay on his side again, and the consciousness in his brain immediately began to outline the meditation of the outer lines of the sparrow. Time passed quickly, and it was noon the next day.

"Slugg, get up!" An angry roar suddenly entered his ears like lightning, and Wuqi, who had just finished meditating, immediately shuddered and jumped up from the ground nervously, and at a glance saw Nakorulu's flushed face because he hated sleeping lazily.

Wuqi immediately scratched his head apologetically, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, Lulu, I overslept again." ”

"How many times have I told you. Don't call me Lulu again, you will call the head of the regiment in the future!

This way of speaking has become a habit in her life, so she doesn't plan to correct it, and the boy in front of her is not a good person anyway, so she also enjoys this life of being able to reprimand Wu Wei every day. ,

"Yes, yes, yes! Wuqi said with an apologetic smile, his smile at this time was not obscene, but very cheerful, even sunny.

Nakolulu was stunned for a moment, and said to herself: How did this kid suddenly become a sunny boy?

Xiaobai was not as surprised as Na Ke Lulu in her heart, it ate very well last night, and at this time it was lying motionless on the ground napping and dreaming, and it was not awakened by Na Ke Lulu's thunderous voice just now.

Wuqi was also stunned by Na Ke Lulu's stunned expression, he hurriedly put his hand in front of the other party's eyes and shook it a few times, and said, "Leader, you are fine, right?"

As soon as these words came out, Na Ke Lulu suddenly came back to her senses with an embarrassed face, and without looking at Wuqi, she snorted coldly and walked towards her tent, saying angrily as she walked: "You slug." How much time did you waste today?

At your rate, when will we get to the Ottoman Empire? Aren't we going to starve to death here? Hurry up and pack up your tents, hurry up, and go into the Dense Ancient Forest now. I don't want to stay too long in this kind of forest where I can get lost at any moment, I'm scared. ”

"Yes, Your Excellency Regiment Commander!" Wu Qi immediately leaned his legs and respectfully gave a military salute to Na Ke Lulu's back, which he had heard from his master when he was in Wushan. Moreover, this kind of military salute is a posture that only subordinates will do when facing the orders of their superiors, and doing this posture means that they are one level lower than the other party and admit that the other party is stronger than themselves.

Wuqi is naturally not a person who will easily admit defeat, but he doesn't care about these at all at this time, he just wants to express his excitement through this posture. Because last night's contemplation, including the later meditation practice, has benefited him a lot.

Although his strength was still maintained at the peak level of an intermediate cultivator, everything he did in the tent last night seemed to have opened a window for his dazed meditation cultivation, and he had found out where he should work in the future, so he was now happy from the bottom of his heart, without any other distractions.

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