In the center of Wuhun City, in a room within the Pope's Palace, there is a gorgeous bath with a slight white air. The water in the bath is constantly rippling at the moment, as if it is breathing. Suddenly, a column of water reaches the sky.
And rise.
"Hoo~~~"
A figure sat upright, his skin was slightly pink from the warm medicinal bath, but his aura was quite strange.
"It's level 20. It's really not easy. Shuguang, scan my physical condition."
Yan sat in the bathtub and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. The slightly black miscellaneous air stretched out for nearly three feet like an arrow of air. After finishing the exercise, he felt his body relaxed, and the soul power in his body finally reached the level of
An extreme.
"Beep beep beep..."
Waves of electronic sounds rang in his mind, and a three-dimensional model appeared in his mind. The information flowing out like a waterfall finally formed detailed data.
A rather simple information template appeared in Yan's mind, and his basic message was reflected in it.
Zhi Nao Shuguang scanned his whole body status to obtain quite detailed data. In fact, this template can be made more clear. For example, strength, agility, and mental strength can all be reflected in the data, but Yan thought about it.
Then forget it.
Douluo Continent is different from the general fantasy world. Because the martial souls are different, the paths chosen are also different. You cannot use average data to refer to the relative data of soul masters, or you cannot get any average value at all.
Come.
To give an example, in a general fantasy world, there may be an intuitive gap in data between practitioners of the same level due to differences in martial arts or martial arts. However, this gap is relatively comparative, and it is also
Can take an average.
However, in Douluo Continent, there are also first-level soul masters, one turtle soul and one bird soul. If you ask them to compare their speeds for reference, the data will be very different. Is such a comparison still meaningful? The gap is so huge
, taking the average becomes a joke.
Yan's two martial souls, whether Fire Lord or Earth Lord, are both strong-attack types, but one is good at explosive attacks, while the other is better at defense, and has little to do with speed.
If he really wanted to calculate the average of the same level, he would just focus on other aspects. Speed would be self-inflicted, so he would simply be out of sight and out of mind, and get rid of all the specific attribute data.
"Brother Xiaoyan."
Yan was lying in the bathtub, and a clear and gentle girl's voice came from outside the door. A trace of helplessness flashed across Yan's eyes, and then he had to stand up slowly. After leaving the bathtub, his body surface temperature rose sharply.
There was a white mist, and there were no drops of water on his body. Yan picked up the bathrobe on the side and put it on himself, and then opened the door of his room.
"Brother Xiaoyan."
Another call came, and Yan looked out the door. Hu Liena, who was wearing a long snow-white dress, looked at him pitifully, as if she had suffered a lot of grievances.
"What's the matter... uh..."
Before Yan could finish his words, Hu Liena rushed over and threw herself into his arms. What could he do in the face of this kind of throwing herself into his arms? He could only accept it.
"The teacher said something else again."
Hu Liena raised her head slightly and looked at Yan with her mouth pouted. Her big, slightly red and swollen eyes were slightly watery. She didn't know that she thought she had been greatly wronged.
"Little fox, you still use charm."
Yan lowered his head and looked at her. The little girl with teary eyes was very heart-wrenching, and he had the urge to hold her in his arms. However, Yan stretched out his hand and pinched her delicate nose accurately.
"How did you guess that?"
Hu Liena immediately felt suffocated and couldn't keep up her pitiful appearance. She opened her mouth slightly and exhaled, and at the same time stretched out her two little hands to remove Yan's palm that was pinching her little nose. The girl's face was so delicate, but
We can't let this bad brother ruin it.
"You haven't been a demon for a few days in the past few months, so you're used to it."
Yan's palm slid down and pinched the little girl's face, then he naturally put his arm around her shoulders and walked out.
"Hmph! Stinky senior brother."
Hu Liena snorted and seemed quite dissatisfied. However, with her small body, she took the initiative to get closer to Yan, with a faint smile on her delicate face. "Brother, the teacher really said something about me again. I'm so unhappy."
Yan pushed open the door in front of him and asked: "What happened this time? Are you just going to charm others?"
"No, I just made the pastries according to the method you taught me and distributed them to everyone. I just gave them to the teacher at the end."
Hu Liena stuck out her tongue slightly. The good life of these six months had restored her former liveliness and became completely different from when she first met Yan.
After all, she is still a child. She had a happy family more than a year ago, with parents and older brothers who loved her. How could she not be lively and cute? However, with the drastic changes in the family, she and her older brother have grown up.
Naturally, the coldness he had when he first met Yan was all to protect himself.
However, as she was accepted as a disciple by Bibi Dong and loved by her elders, her life became comfortable and happy again. She naturally became happy and lively, and then her true nature was released and she became the naughty little witch she is now.
"You, just make a fuss."
Yan silently lowered his head and glanced at the innocent-looking Hu Liena, then reached out and scratched her delicate little nose. He was sure that this little witch must have done it on purpose, and was probably digging a hole for him.
However, Yan didn't say much, and after explaining to Hu Liena, he let her go, then pushed open the palace door in front, and walked into the hall alone.
Wearing a luxurious black robe with gold patterns and a nine-curved purple gold crown on her head, Bibi Dong sat in front of the desk. There were some scrolls scattered on the ground and the surrounding area was in a mess. It seemed that the pope had just lost his temper.
Yan picked up some rolls of paper on the ground and looked at them, then approached the desk. The cakes given by Hu Liena were placed on the other side, but they were also affected and almost knocked over.
He picked up a piece of pastry and tasted it. The slightly sweet fruity taste was quite good, and it was indeed Bibi Dong's favorite taste.
"What are you doing here!"
Bibi Dong seemed to have just noticed Yan's arrival. She lifted her long hair from her forehead with her slender hands, sighed and spoke. There was deep exhaustion in her voice, which was different from the Bibi Dong Yan usually knew.
Yan shook his head and smiled: "You almost knocked over the cakes Nana sent you just now. She thought you didn't like her anymore, so she tricked me into coming here."