Self-cultivation of dragon set

After working for so many days, I can finally take a break.

When Bai Across returned to the room, the first thing he did was to take out the ears of wheat and put them on the window sill, and then he untied the scarf to relax the overburdened cervical spine.Before he put on his pajamas, he looked in the mirror and felt that his forearm and back muscles had grown thicker, which was even more effective than going to the gym!

Sure enough, labor can shape people the most.If I didn't use a donkey to pull the mill back then, but I pushed the flour myself to grind the flour, I would definitely be in better shape now.He touched the thin muscles around his waist, and regretted that he didn't do it himself at that time, and trained all the muscles in other places.

But soon, he put this little thing to the back of his mind - he now has the secret of disguise, just mix some potion and apply it on his body, shape it casually, if he wants to get six pack or eight pack abs, Isn't that all trivial?

But he is not very clear about human musculoskeletal, why don't he go to the medical department to learn a second major in anatomy?

Forget it, let's do a good job at the technical level first, and then rely on art later.Bai crawled to the head of the bed, lit the magic lamp next to him, leaned on the soft pillow, and took out the booklet to continue studying his disguise technique.

The pages of this book are not the ones that open normally, and the thick layer of pages in the middle are glued together. When he turned the book with a little force, the pages passed the page of the basic disguise technique, and directly opened the following records Part of the sub-plot.

To his surprise, not only the two completed plots were printed on it, but also a "mysterious copper pot (unfinished)" was printed on it.The progress of the plot that follows shows that the pot of breakfast he left when he took the test in the forest triggered the protagonist’s strong desire to return the pot to him. As long as the pot is not returned to him, the plot of this branch is not complete.

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Do you dare to count as a side plot with just one pot?It’s too embarrassing to call it a "mysterious copper pot". It is unacceptable for such a perfunctory author not to rush to death. On behalf of the readers, he strongly despises this unscrupulous author!

The most hateful thing is that this pot has nothing to do with mystery at all. It is just made of the ordinary stainless steel soup pot he used in his previous life. It is just a 26cm thick double-bottomed copper pot for fire magic, fire stone, and firewood!If the pot he personally designed and made to order is considered mysterious, then wouldn't he become the protagonist's golden body plug-in...

Slow down!

How is he so stupid?

Regardless of whether there is a problem with his pot, as long as it works well and uses this "mysterious copper pot" as a cover, wouldn't there be a steady stream of cannon fodder to fight for the chance of being slapped in the face and help him complete the side plot?Then, the higher the level of the person Glass defeats, the higher his reputation will be, and it will be easier to find a beautiful woman who is willing to be his fiancee...

What a perfect plan.With a demonic and charming smile on the corner of Bai's mouth, he put the booklet back into his spatial fingers, went out to stop a servant, and whispered a few words.

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"Are you Glass Mower?"

When Glass came out of the teaching building, he was blocked in a maze of flowers by several senior students.The leading student looked to be about 20 years old, with sparse brows and eyes, but an extremely cold and arrogant expression. It seemed that no one could be reflected in those deep eyes, which was the most authentic appearance of a blue-blooded aristocrat.Behind him stood a row of students of similar age. Although their appearances were different, their expressions were exactly the same. No one of them had eyes that were not looking toward the sky.

But they also have the capital to match this arrogance.Just standing in a circle, the magic power fluctuations on everyone's bodies radiated strongly, locking this small open space into a dangerous area for elemental fluctuations.Glass has no doubt that as long as he moves slightly, the surrounding magical elements will invade his body, tear his skin, blood vessels, and even damage the most important and most difficult spiritual power for magicians.

He seems to have been keeping a low profile since school started, studying hard and working hard. It seems that he hasn't offended anyone, right?

However, the current situation is not suitable for deep thinking. Glass threw his schoolbag behind him and replied calmly, "I am. Is there anything you can do for me?"

The young man behind said angrily: "It's really rude to talk to Senior Baker Grande without respectful words..."

The peacock-like young man in the lead waved his hand, rolled his eyes down a little, caught Glass and landed in the air, and said lightly: "I heard that you have a mysterious magic copper pot, and the food you cook can refresh your spirits. Quick recovery of strength? I want to order that pot, you can make a price!"

pot?The copper pot that Priest Across gave him?Can the food cooked in that pot actually restore mental power quickly? He's already eaten a meal, why doesn't he feel it at all?

Glass recalled the feeling after eating the pot of porridge, but his face remained calm, and he replied: "It's someone else's pot, it's just stored with me temporarily, I can't sell it."

Baker Grande waved his hand, threw a small purse at Glass's feet, and said coldly: "There is a fifth-order monster crystal in this bag, worth nine hundred gold coins, which is enough to pay for the pot. And The change of fifty gold coins is for your errand fee, you go and give this to the owner of the pot, and tell him that his pot was bought by me, Bake Grande!"

What a domineering, what a local tyrant!

It's a pity that Glass was still unmoved, he didn't even look at the purse, he only raised his eyebrows, and replied calmly: "I can't make the decision on this matter. All I can do is to keep this pot well, and wait until something comes up." Give it back to its true owner one day."

"What did you say!"

"This kid really doesn't know what to do!"

"Bike, let me teach him a lesson for you!"

In the chaos, someone who triggered the element change broke the balance of the elements in the circle.The earth element, which was supposed to be the most docile, suddenly rioted, and frozen stone-like spikes rose from the soft grass under his feet, tearing the ground apart in the blink of an eye.Fortunately, Glass reacted quickly, and jumped up in time when the stalagmite rushed out of the ground. After dodging a few times, he simply stood on the two staggered and skewed stalagmites.And once the earth element is out of balance, the remaining three elements of water, wind and fire will also fall into chaos, turning into chaotic winds and sweeping around the circle.

As long as he panics and counterattacks with magic, these elements will go berserk the moment he summons; and if he doesn't resist, the current turbulent flow of elements is enough to tear his body apart.

Baker Grand raised his right hand, and the ring on his fingertip turned into a silver dagger engraved with runes, pointing flatly into the circle, those frantic elements seemed to be suppressed by something, and the speed slowed down suddenly several times.There was a trace of contempt in his indifferent eyes, he raised his chin, and asked: "Do you still want to persevere now? Hand over the pot and I will let you go, otherwise, you will have to taste the taste of the elemental storm." !"

Glass's answer was still only one sentence: "That pot is not mine, and I have no right to sell it. If you must do it, I will accompany you to the end."

Back Grande's face darkened, and he raised his right hand slightly. The element suppressed by the dagger began to tremble again, like hot water that had just boiled, entangled and collided, and let out a gurgling lightness. It seemed that the elemental chaos before it would resume flow state.The dagger was lifted up inch by inch, and the force of suppression was gradually reduced. Baike threatened coldly: "I think you are a first-year student, and I don't want to fight with a weak person like you. Now you still have to fight!" If you have a chance to admit your mistake, hand it over..."

Before he finished speaking, the world in front of him suddenly lost its color!

Not only him, but the eyes of the senior students surrounding Glass were only black and white - the pitch-black sky, the flickering white starlight, and the long lines of faint brilliance extending between the starlight, in the eyes of everyone. The top of the head and the body are intertwined into lines.But Glass Movor, who was besieged by them and submerged in the turbulent flow of elements, disappeared without a trace.

This kid actually hid this hand!

In addition to Baike's surprise, he was more angry at being blinded by the lower grades.He retracted his dagger and swiped in the air, and all the rioting water elements were attracted there, combining into a sharp knife-like, extremely fast water blade, cutting towards the end of the darkness.However, the water blade rushed to the starlight cable connected in the air, like solidified jelly, it was easily divided into several sections, and then it seemed to have been sucked out of power and momentum, and was attracted by gravity, helplessly. spilled onto the same pitch-black ground.

Baker Grande finally panicked. He swung the dagger, repeatedly drawing water elements from the air, and tried to impact those thread-thin starlight.At some point in the darkness around him, the screams of his followers began to sound, which made his heart even more flustered. The dagger formed from the ring of the water god hit the starlight, but it did not cut off the light as he wished, but instead let out a heavy cry. lament.A huge thrust came from the dagger, shaking him back a few steps, and the dagger dropped to the ground.

Panting heavily, he frantically chanted a spell to summon the dagger.But the silver dagger that flew into the air was bound by a star beam, bouncing and struggling like a fish out of water, and finally fell into the fisherman's hands.Then the fisherman smiled at him, his deep short hair seemed to blend into the night sky, but his black eyes were brilliantly illuminated by the starlight.

Back Grande finally had a serious and careful look at the face of the man who begged for the magic weapon, but he was in a state where the dagger was robbed and he was also trapped by the star curtain.In a daze, he remembered that he seemed to have heard the screams of his companions just now, and perhaps saw them falling down, but he was too excited at the time to take it into his heart.

Now he is the only one left, fighting against that terrible junior in this world full of scary stars.He could even feel his legs trembling slightly, and his breathing sounded as if he had come back from running for several kilometers, and he didn't even have the courage to look directly into the other person's eyes.

"Let me go! I'm from the Grand family, you can't put me..."

"I know, Senior Grande. You gave your name just now." Glass narrowed his eyes slightly, and there seemed to be a faint smile in his eyes, but also the cruelest gleam: "I remember your name and identity, I hope I won’t have the chance to see you next time—next time I may not obey the school rules like this, and respect the seniors.”

The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, and his five fingers were retracted in the air, and the dagger and the water god's ring shattered softly and continuously.Amid Baker's screams, Glass easily turned and left, lightly clenched his right hand, the black square in his palm flashed a silver light, and then completely calmed down.

It wasn't until this moment that the starry sky above his head suddenly disappeared, leaving behind Baike who was kneeling on the spot in distress, and a student whose face was full of fear and even fell unconscious.