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Under the bright moon, the light and shadows are mottled, and the stars are dotted in the night sky, but the ground is dark. The night covers the earth, and at the same time brings all kinds of living organisms living on the ground into sleep. In the late night, almost all the night-walking monsters in the forest of beasts opened their eyes and began their own actions.

Some people are looking for monsters that are weaker than themselves as food, some are looking for new escape routes to avoid the lower-level monsters that are chasing high-level monsters, and even chatting with Night Walking monsters with equal strength. But there is only no monster like Xiaobai who can remain awake now, quietly lying on the ground for a long time without making a sound, and even lazy to move.

The only thing it was doing at this time was to eat, eat constantly, eat happily, eat very quickly, and eat very satisfied, but it felt that the portions of the food were smaller than what it expected. Of course, although the portions were hugely different from what it expected, all of these foods that were roasted with mature meat by Nakelulu using fire magic was much more than what it usually ate.

So Xiaobai was very satisfied. In order to maximize his appetite, he even sniffed the fragrance that kept coming from the barbecue with his nose. He never tires of smelling that smell, and every time he made it feel intoxicated.

Wuqi, who was lying in the tent, slightly opened a thin slit from the tent, glanced at Xiaobai, who was eating barbecue quietly, and raised the corners of his mouth with only barbecue in his eyes, and he was very happy inside. He couldn't help but whisper: "You guy, finally quiet tonight."

After saying that, he also opened a small gap on the other side of the tent, looked at a tent with a fire on Xiaobai's side, smiled and raised the corner of his mouth again, shook his head and said, "Lulu. I really didn't expect you to be so obsessed with magic. It's so late and you haven't sleep yet. But that's fine. If not, how can I have time to practice tonight?"

A self-deprecating smile flashed across Wuqi's face. After shook his head gently again, he withdrew his gaze like an arhat lying on the side, lying quietly on the ground, but the man began to meditate.

The moment he entered meditation, a faint blue light immediately appeared on Wuqi's body surface, completely wrapping his whole body. If he didn't look carefully, he would not notice that this layer of light was thinner than paper, just like water, which was as transparent as water, and was faintly visible, almost like nothingness.

The first step in meditation practice is to rely on one's own consciousness to portray pictures. Wuqi didn't know what level the picture would improve his strength to, but he at least understood one thing. He would never be too weak. Otherwise, he would not be so persistent in practicing the spell.

This confidence comes not only from Wuqi's fascination with the special practice of spells, but also because the combat experience he has accumulated in long-term battles gave him a deep understanding. Spells have neither exaggerated power nor terrible levels, and they are even worse than the lethality of magic. However, the real use of spells is strange.

Yes, just like a strange word in his own name. The biggest feature of spells is that they are mysterious, strange and unimaginable, strange and unimaginable.

This is not necessary to be humble. The diarrhea technique created by myself through three years of hard practice of curse and the itching technique created by a flash of inspiration in the mind are the best proofs. Although these two unique tricks that are currently mastered cannot be said to be extremely powerful, at least they can be said to be exaggerated. This is a unique trick that is shameful.

If it wasn't for the first time to fight Wuqi, Wuqi knew very well that as long as the opponent knew his trick, it would be difficult for him to win. Because there are many ways to prevent these two tricks.

But if it was the first time he fought with him, then he would definitely be 90% sure that he could defeat the opponent. Even a master who was one level higher than his own would have the power to fight. It would be hard to say that he was two levels higher. Wuqi had never encountered it, so he would not be arrogant.

Of course, this is just Wuqi's own estimate. He has a monster like Nakelulu's teacher Jeriya who can attack range like Omera, and he will be completely helpless. Or, if he encounters an opponent who is so fast that he almost has no time to use his tricks, he will feel very powerless.

This problem has always troubled Wuqi, and even caused him to stop in his meditation state and immediately interrupt his cultivation. Wuqi did not get up, nor did he sit up, but just kept lying on his side and breathed a long breath, saying in his heart: Diarrhea must capture the opponent's breath close to his body. And he must also put the opponent's breath into the spell seal ball as quickly as possible.

If I get slow, or encounter an attack as fast as a white wolf, I don’t have time to do this. If I can solve this problem, maybe my strength can break through the bottleneck of the intermediate cultivator and become a senior cultivator.

Thinking of this, Wuqi nodded subconsciously. At the same time, he suddenly thought of another problem and muttered to himself softly: "The problem of diarrhea should be solved. But the problem of itching is huge. From the creation of this move to the present, he has only really succeeded in the creation of this move.

I still can't figure out how that demon died in the end. However, as soon as the itching technique was moved, it could not stand it and begged for mercy to me, a human who was far inferior to his. If this move was used well, I would definitely be able to fight with me at the same level as me. No, maybe even a high-level practitioner who was two levels higher than me."

An excitement flashed in Wuqi's eyes immediately, but then this excitement was replaced by disappointment. After a sigh of helplessness, Wuqi shook his head silently, closed his eyes again, and said intimately: Unfortunately, the movement of this itching technique is completely opposite to diarrhea. I must use my own breath to sneak into the other party's body.

The success rate is too small, and when I use it, I must try to control the breath separated from my body to the minimum level without the other party showing it. The breath is so small that it is too easy to dissipate due to the sudden change of the surrounding environment.

Unless I was fully focused, without considering anything else, and concentrating on controlling this breath. I was able to succeed at that time because my body could not move, and even if I wanted to dodge, I was still powerless. It was precisely because I abandoned other distractions that I successfully created this move.

It would be great if I could separate more breaths at the same time when I was performing itching.

The flaws of these two moves are too great. Fortunately, I still have the book Ancient Scrolls that can be used as a weapon for the time being. Also, thanks to the efficacy of medical techniques, otherwise I would have died many times with my ability. Although the power of the hypnotic eye is extraordinary, it is too close to it, which is also a fatal weakness. However, maintaining the strength at an intermediate level is not a solution, I must think of another way.

Thinking of this, Wuqi suddenly frowned and fell into silence. After a while, he seemed to have suddenly figured out something, and suddenly sat up from the ground, clapped his hands, and said excitedly: "I understand! Why is my spell flawed? Because these are two extremely crude spells.

It’s like drawing practice during meditation practice. My current consciousness can only draw some thick lines. As for the thin lines, I have been unable to draw them for a long time. This is just like my current spell, but it is actually not perfect. Perhaps, when I can draw some detailed birds and beasts, or ants with my consciousness, my strength should be able to break through the bottleneck. This must be the case, just start by drawing a static sparrow..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wuqi lay on the ground again, and the consciousness in his mind immediately began to meditate on outlining the external lines of the sparrow. Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye it was noon the next day.

"Slug! Get up!" An angry roar suddenly penetrated into his ears like lightning. Wuqi, who had just finished meditation, immediately trembled all over and jumped up from the ground nervously. He saw Nakelulu's face that was angry because she hated her sleeping in.

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

"I've told you so many times. Don't call me Lulu again. You have to call the leader of the group in the future! Leader! Do you know?" Na Kelulu's face was not angry, but she turned her eyes blank and said in the tone of the teacher teaching the students.

This way of speaking has developed a habit in her life, so she does not intend to correct it. Anyway, the boy in front of her is not a good person, so she also enjoys this life of being able to scold her every day.

"Yes, yes, yes! Your Excellency Commander." Wuqi said with apologies and smiled. His smile at this moment was not wretched, but was very cheerful, even sunny.

Nakelu was stunned for a moment and thought to herself: Why did this little boy become a sunny boy? He would also smile like this?

Xiaobai was not as surprised as Nake Lulu. It tasted very good last night. At this time, it was lying on the ground motionless and napping and dreaming. It was not awakened by Nake Lulu's thunderous voice just now.

Wuqi was also stunned by Nakelulu's stunned expression. He quickly put his hand in front of the other party and shook it a few times, saying, "Captain, are you okay? What's wrong?"

As soon as this said, Nakelulu immediately came to her senses with an awkward look on her face. She didn't even look at Wuqi, then snorted coldly and walked towards her tent, while walking angrily: "You slug. Do you know how much time wasted today?

At your level, when will we get to the Ottoman Empire? Wouldn't we starve to death here? Get your tents quickly, hurry up, and go to the Mian Ancient Forest now. I don't want to stay in such a forest that may be lost at any time. I'm really scared."

"As for the order! Your Excellency Commander!" Wuqi immediately leaned his legs and respectfully saluted Nake Lulu's back. This military salutation was something he had heard from his master when he was in Wushan. Moreover, this military salutation was a posture that only subordinates would do when facing the orders of superiors. Doing this posture means that he was lower than the other party and admitted that the other party was better than him.

Wuqi is naturally not a person who will easily admit defeat, but he doesn't care about these things at this moment. He just wanted to express his excitement through this posture. Because last night's meditation and later meditation practice benefited him a lot.

Although his strength is still at the peak of an intermediate practitioner, everything he did in the tent last night seemed to open a window for his meditation and practice at a loss, finding the direction he should work hard in the future. So he is now happy from the bottom of his heart and has no other distractions.
Chapter completed!