In the valley of the small island, Cangxu climbed up from the ground.
"Oh, my arms and legs are old." The old scholar hammered his waist with his fist.
When Bai Ya saw this scene, he couldn't help but recall the scene in the Crescent Harbor dock where Cang Xu smoothed the wound on his face and healed it directly.
"Master Cangxu is a necromancer, and his body has been transformed by necromancy. Will he also be tired?" Bai Ya was confused.
Zong Ge folded his arms and watched indifferently.
After Cang Xu's hour-long carving and arrangement, there were dense lines on the valley floor and the surrounding mountain walls.
These lines are thick or thin, some are straight like swords, and some are curved like vines.
Cang Xu frowned slightly and checked it carefully for the last time. After confirming that it was correct, he began to infuse his magic power into this temporary alchemy circle.
As more and more magic power was transferred, the lines gradually lit up, and soon the entire alchemy circle was lit up.
The light gradually condensed, forming a huge white ball of light at the center of the array.
"Successful!" Seeing the light ball stabilize, Cang Xu's face showed joy.
The order has already been decided.
Sandao held the soul crystal in his arms and walked into the white ball of light under the gaze of everyone.
The brilliance had no effect on the three swords, but the soul crystal in the goblin's hand quickly dissipated in the white light and turned into thick black smoke, quickly turning the white ball of light into a black ball.
A vortex is formed in the black ball, and the vortex continues to flow, making a whining sound.
After a dozen breaths, the black ball turned into a white ball of light again.
The goblin three swords walked out of the ball of light in high spirits.
Someone asked loudly: "How do you feel?"
"Great!" Sandao smiled.
The second place is cyanobacteria.
After he walked out, he was also in high spirits, all the previous fatigue was gone, and he sincerely praised: "It is indeed the famous soul crystal."
But Cang Xu reminded: "This is just your illusion. Your spirit has increased suddenly, but the physical fatigue is still there. Don't be careless."
Zong Ge ranked seventh.
The young knight is in tenth place.
After consuming one soul crystal, he felt his ears clear and his eyesight clear, and he felt a huge sense of relaxation.
Cang Xu said: "Sir, you have signed many contracts recently. There are magic covenants and secret-keeping contracts. These will cause constraints and burdens on your body and soul."
Obviously, the improvement of mental strength is making this burden less.
It is difficult for a contract with a lower level to bind an object with a higher life level.
As for why it is a covenant and not a slave contract or something.
This is because although Golden Chin and Sea Snake were captured by the Knight Boy and his group, they first surrendered to the Empire. The Boy and others also had to rely on the Empire, so it was not appropriate to execute them.
Secondly, they are members of the Firebeard Pirates. Whether you kill them or enslave them, the Firebeard Pirates will become enemies. This is not worth the gain.
Finally, the young man had to consider the factor of the holy monument.
Bai Ya is among the last ones.
Lan Zao comforted him, saying that there was still hope for a bloodline mutation.
But this hope is very slim.
Bai Ya felt a resentment in his heart that he could not express, and did not give up the right to use the soul crystal this time.
"Perhaps the improvement of my mental power can help my practice." With this lucky idea, Bai Ya secretly came to the corner alone and began to practice Dou Qi.
There is no long rope for him to swing here, but he has mastered the tricks of muscle movement, and he can practice very efficiently by swinging his arms.
The improvement in mental strength is indeed obvious.
He felt the emergence of fighting spirit more clearly than before.
Threads of fighting spirit, somewhere between existence and non-existence, are slowly produced, and then quickly disappear as they spread.
Bai Ya: "..."
Soul crystals are indeed of no help to Dou Qi cultivation.
On the contrary, the improvement of his mental power allowed Bai Ya to see more clearly the cruel truth about his qualifications.
After practicing for a while, the anger and frustration in Bai Ya's chest made him unable to control himself. He clenched his fists and looked up at the deep night sky. He had a strong urge to shout and roar at the sky and the gods.
But in the end, he gritted his teeth and endured it.
The young man didn't know that everything he did was in the eyes of Cyanobacteria.
Lan Zao sighed and did not come forward to comfort him.
Because he knows that comfort is useless.
Bai Ya needs to accept this cruel fact. Lan Zao even feels that the words he comforted Bai Ya before about the bloodline mutation only caused Bai Ya more pain.
Because this gives Bai Ya hope.
And hope makes people yearn for it, but it also causes pain.
"He needs to face reality alone." In the end, Lan Zao left silently.
He also began to practice Buddhism.
Unlike Bai Ya, he has a bronze level talent.
In his body, Dou Qi is constantly being generated. Whether it is the speed or scale of generation, it is much greater than that of Bai Ya. Dou Qi is like mist, shrouding the blue algae's body.
However, Cyanobacteria sighed in his heart.
Just like Bai Ya hopes to become a bronze fighter, Lan Zao has also longed to become a black iron level for many years.
Not available!
No matter how hard he tried, no matter how hard he tried, there was no sign of success. Not even a trace.
Bloodline forms a gap between people.
But the cyanobacteria have long been used to it.
The mental journey Bai Ya is going through is what he has walked before. It is also the mental journey that countless extraordinary people have walked through throughout the ages.
In the darkness, he sat on the ground covered in ashes.
Surrounded by dense island rainforest.
Some of the pirates led by a man dressed in gray were sleeping with their eyes closed around the bonfire. Others were scattered around, serving as security guards.
Covered in ashes, he is practicing fighting spirit.
Although his lower body was still, his hands were constantly moving.
Sometimes he points his fingers together like a sword, sometimes his hands are like claws, sometimes he inserts one finger into the fist of the other hand, and keeps thrusting.
This is the way to practice Gray Mist Dou Qi.
He has silver-level bloodline, so the generation of fighting spirit is another story.
Streams of fighting energy originated from the tips of his fingers, then gathered into the palms of his hands, flowing down his arms like a stream. It penetrated into the depths of his body continuously and endlessly.
The night is fading and dawn is coming.
Covered in gray, he slowly opened his eyes.
He felt tired.
Fighting Qi practice is a difficult and arduous process, which requires strength from the body, so it is easy to get tired.
If he keeps practicing, the limit of being covered in ashes is one day and one night. Now he is far from reaching his limit.
Because this is in the wild, it is not a good environment for cultivation. You need to maintain your condition when you are covered in gray, and you cannot squeeze yourself to the limit. Just like Zonge trained the pirates on the Birdie, he never tried his best. He needs to maintain a certain state,
Be prepared for unexpected battles.
But this is not the main reason why he stopped practicing.
"Squirrel..." She was always thinking about the sunken ship.
This ship has a very special meaning to him.
He needs to salvage the Gray Rat and carry out repairs.
But this behavior is dangerous.
The place where the Squirrel sank must have been watched by someone from the meat bank.
You need a good opportunity and help from others.
The knight boy was the one he turned to for help, and the former also made a request - he needed his performance.
"Credit!" Yi Yihui understood it this way.
"Get up, don't sleep anymore. We want to explore the entire island as soon as possible." Ashe woke up all the pirates he led.
The pirates did not get a good sleep and were mumbling.
"No, genius has just dawned."
"Didn't the captain of the dragon suit say that it won't set sail until the afternoon?"
"We have collected a lot of food and water, which is enough for us, Mr. Gray."
He was covered in gray and shook his head. He wanted to explore the island and draw a map.
Although this contribution is small, it adds up to a lot.
He knew clearly in his heart that although he and Longfu had signed a covenant, in fact the relationship between the two parties was not equal and was divided into superior and inferior.
He is dressed in gray and has silver-level cultivation. At the same time, he has been working as a pirate for a long time and has a small reputation.
Although the pirates were reluctant, they did not dare to disobey his order. Soon they continued to set off.
The sky is getting brighter, which brings more convenience to the exploration of the gray group.
Just as the sun rose from the sea, a group of people dressed in gray crossed the entire island and came to the other side.
The waves were churning endlessly, and a group of pirates suddenly appeared from the reef.
When both sides saw each other, they were stunned.
The man dressed in gray quickly looked around, and his eyes quickly stopped on the opponent's little leader. The leader of this group of pirates was a bronze fighter with a scimitar at his waist.
The other party was also looking at the man in ashes.
"Orc?" The characteristics of a gray rat man are very obvious.
"Aristocrat?" He is dressed in elegant gray clothes, with exquisite accessories, and a straight body, especially the tightly buttoned collar, giving him a meticulous look.
"Silver level?!" The gray aura made the other pirate's heart skip a beat.
"Wait, you are..." The little bronze leader hesitated for a moment, thinking of the identity of the man dressed in gray.
But the next moment, he was dressed in gray and took action boldly!
He charged straight forward, swung his rapier, and quickly penetrated the opponent's team.
The rapier flashed several times in the crowd, as if several silver lightnings were born out of thin air.
Just as the pirates of the Justice had reacted, they were already standing at the end of the opponent's team, covered in gray.
The little bronze head's eyes widened and he covered his neck. But the blood still couldn't stop and gushed out from the gaps between his fingers.
The pirates behind him fell to the ground one by one and never got up again.
Later, the little boss also fell on the wet and cold rocks, his face before his death was full of fear and shock.
The sharp swordsmanship, all in gray, shocked the pirates of the Justice.
Just as they were about to cheer, they were stopped by a pile of ashes: "Shut up, idiots! Do you want the enemy to discover us?"
"Yes, they are all pirates!" An old pirate said with certainty, looking at the corpses on the ground.
"Whose people are they?"
"We're not a merchant ship, so there's no need for us to provoke our colleagues for no reason, right?"