Elf Warlock

After weighing the money bag he took over, Yang Qiu nodded. There were eight spiritual stones in it, and now there were thirty-one.

When the thin man handed over the money bag, these people couldn't wait to leave.

Only Brother Dong was left standing aside, hunched over, shivering.

"I will accept the spirit stone. Come here." Yang Qiu put the money bag into his arms with an expressionless face and said something to Brother Dong.

The restaurant was noisy, and no one knew what Yang Qiu and Brother Dong said. Brother Dong, who was originally frightened, gradually became serious, and finally nodded with a pale face.

"Take it, use this to win people's hearts, remember, broaden your horizons, or you will let me down."

Take out the money bag containing six spiritual stones and place it on the table.

Brother Dong stared at the spiritual stone in the money bag, "Gulu" and swallowed his saliva.

But soon he discovered that Yang Qiu's expression was cold.

"Sir, you can't do this, this, this!" Brother Dong said in panic.

Yang Qiu frowned slightly and said slowly: "Before I change my mind, you'd better disappear. Otherwise, it's not impossible to change to a thin man."

Brother Dong's face turned pale, his heart tightened, he gritted his teeth, put away the money bag quickly and calmly, and then left the wine shop respectfully.

Stepping out of the door of the inn, Brother Dong subconsciously covered his chest, feeling a trace of fulfillment and feeling weak in his heart.

But soon he felt warm, thinking that the six spiritual stones were in his arms, and he became a lot more courageous.

"You have to be careful, otherwise you will lose your life." He walked out of Yang Qiu's sight without looking back.

Yang Qiu sat there expressionless for a while before the waiter came over.

After Yang Qiu ordered the usual set menu, the waiter attentively brought him a bottle of wine.

Respectful fellow, I just feel that there are too few elven warlocks here, and I want to show off, and maybe get a reward.

It's a pity that some people don't know whether they will face bankruptcy next month. Where can they get spare money?

The sun shines through the window and shines on his cold face, giving people a chilling feeling.

Until the business of the wine shop became a little deserted, there were more and more pedestrians on the street, and the noise came, which highlighted the silence here.

The breakfast was already cold, so the waiter came over politely and asked if he wanted to reheat it.

Yang Qiu turned a deaf ear, his eyes changing like smoke and clouds, as if he was lost in thought.

"In this life, I don't want to be bullied anymore." Yang Qiu glanced at the cold food.

"Waiter, bring some food and wine to warm up."

At this moment, his eyes showed no emotion.

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"What, that brat said that?!" In the hall, Situ Gaoyang frowned, his voice full of surprise.

Xiaowen stood there, a little helpless.

"Yes, when the lady was talking to him, I was eavesdropping." Xiaowen recounted all the performances and conversations between the two.

Gao Yang's brows furrowed even deeper, a capital word for Sichuan.

After a while, he sighed deeply and said in a serious tone: "Xiaowen, Miss will go out again in a few days. You must remember that you must keep warning her that Yang Qiu's mind is not pure and she must not be careless. .”

"In one year, with that boy's talent, he should be able to reach the late stage of the first revolution. By then, if the young lady still lets him follow, I am afraid that other young masters and young ladies will miss him."

"Ah?" Xiaowen covered her mouth in shock. She had never thought about this.

Gao Yang waved his hand and said, "You go back first. As for that boy, just influence the young lady in a subtle way."

"If you let her decide, you must continue to guide her and let her think along the words."

After Xiaowen returned, Gao Yang sighed, as if he had aged a few years.

"Yangqiu, Yangqiu, what is your purpose?"

After a while, Gao Yang's eyes became sharp and he said coldly: "Don't let me catch you!"

"As long as the cultivation of elf warlocks has sufficient resources and is not choked by breakthrough bottlenecks, it can break through to the second rank within two years."

"If your cultivation level is low, you will definitely be strangled by the spirit stone. As long as I use some means to make you have no resources, you will still be standing still after a year."

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In the blink of an eye, another two days passed.

The room was filled with firelight.

The moonlight streaming in only added a hint of eerie light.

On the bed, Yang Qiu sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, mobilizing the spiritual energy in his Dantian and concentrating on refining the fire spirit.

One-fifth of Huo Ling's body has been completely covered by the black mist, but he is still desperately resisting Yang Qiu's spiritual energy, and is constantly struggling under the spiritual energy.

Yang Qiu's refining process was not smooth. Perhaps he was used to the ease of refining before, but now he was having a hard time.

"I spent two days and two nights. In addition to eating and resting, it only lasted an hour every day. I spent five spiritual stones and only refined one-fifth of it. Based on this time, it won't be long before Situ. I’m afraid Chibei has to report for duty.”

Yang Qiu knows the overall situation well.

However, he was already lacking in qualifications, and now that he had chosen a fire spirit with a strong will, it was indeed slower than the average spirit.

In my memory, the first one to report was Situ Chibei, and, one thing, the first one would be rewarded with twenty spiritual stones.

This was said before in front of the Elf Pavilion.

"Forget it, there is nothing I can do if I can't get it. As long as I can reach the third level of cultivation, I can go out. By then, those inheritance secret realms that have not yet been opened will have a lot of resources." Yang Qiu's heart did not move at all.

But at this moment, he was distracted, and the fire spirit suddenly curled up.

"Backlash?" A trace of surprise flashed in Yang Qiu's eyes.

The next moment, Yang Qiu felt a strong resistance coming from Huo Ling, which directly forced his spiritual energy output to slow down a lot.

Backlash rarely occurs among refining elves. Only elves with stronger willpower than their peers will resist desperately.

If it were any other teenager, facing this situation, with stronger willpower than the average similar person, he would definitely panic.

But Yang Qiu didn't panic, and instead felt a little joyful in his heart.

The elves with stronger willpower will be stronger than other elves at the same level. Moreover, this is the natal elf and cannot be careless.

But just when the fire spirit's resistance affected the delivery of spiritual power in Dantian, the mutation regenerated.

The elf aura that made Yang Qiu's soul dreaming burst out from his dantian.

"boom!"

An elf suddenly appeared in his dantian, emitting a tsunami-like aura, and like that terrifying monster, it opened its terrifying giant eyes to see who dared to run wild in its territory.

"This is the time elf?!" Yang Qiu was completely shocked when he saw the elf in his dantian.

He had noticed that trace of aura at the beginning, and thought it was the remaining aura left by the spirit of time that took him back thousands of years ago.

Who would have thought that it was still alive? Wasn't it crushed? !