The firewood in the bonfire made crisp and crisp sounds from time to time, and the bright bonfire dispelled the coldness of the night.
Yi Qiu sat cross-legged next to the campfire and looked at the ability stretch capsule on his retina. Yi Qiu was not sure whether the ability stretch capsule would help him.
However, judging from the description of the ability expansion capsule, the range of items it covers can be said to be very large.
But just because the range of items it covers is so large, the probability of picking up useful items is very small.
Yi Qiu currently does not have many non-professional skills, and among them, the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill is already idle.
Because Yi Qiu doesn't have that much free time to practice at the moment, with his current level of Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu, he will have to practice it for at least several months before he can improve it.
For Yi Qiu, Eight Gate Dunjia is currently a very core ability in the combat system.
Yi Qiu is not sure whether the ability stretching capsule can produce items that can promote the Eight-door Dunjia, and there are not many abilities that can be derived from abilities such as the Eight-door Dunjia, which are similar to gene locks.
But after thinking about it, Yi Qiu decided to give it a try by bidding.
Although there are not many derivative abilities related to Eight Gate Dunjia, if he can draw skill scrolls such as Day Tiger, it can save him a lot of practice time.
And now there is nothing to consume in Yiqiu's comprehensive network disaster coins. It is a more correct choice to convert the comprehensive network disaster coins into strength in a timely manner.
"Gulu..."
Yi Qiu took a sip of the bamboo leaf tea warmed by the campfire. The air in Tubo was very dry, which always made people want to drink more water.
After touching his bald head, Yi Qiu sat cross-legged.
There are still 11 hours left in the auction for the ability stretching capsule, so he can take a nap first.
But before going to bed, Yi Qiu planned to clear a wave of Cod's Arena first.
Nearly a quarter of the redemption points for Ancestral Power have been saved, because there are additional rewards for winning streaks, and they are very generous.
Therefore, Yi Qiu usually works when he is not willing to place a bet. After all, his body is basically exhausted after placing a bet, and it is difficult for him to achieve a relatively high daily winning streak.
Yi Qiu opened the comprehensive network panel with his consciousness, and then selected the Cod Arena. Suddenly, a new prompt message flashed on his retina:
"Do you want to enter a random battle?"
"yes."
"Transporting characters to the battlefield..."
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In the wilderness-like battlefield, Nasha'er closed her eyes and adjusted her state.
It's still early, and it's not too late to wait until the countdown on the retina enters the last minute before observing the enemy.
Nashal has already gone through 4 fierce battles before, and she needs to take a short rest to adjust her condition.
Since that failure, she spent at least an hour fighting in the Kord Arena almost every day.
As a half-elf, she is proud and fragile.
Of course she could bear failure, but she couldn't accept her own powerlessness - that was more painful for her than failure.
She gave up the dagger and shield that had brought her safety and food, and took up the elven sword that she had abandoned - the weapon used by those who abandoned and expelled her, a weapon she deeply hated.
A weapon respected by the world.
But she finally chose to succumb to reality and took up the weapon she once deeply hated.
Because Nashal hates weakness more than she hates the expulsors...
However, Nassar has her own pride. She did not choose to seek refuge with the evil god or the exotic creatures that have been active recently.
She never relied on getting the power she wanted from the gods. She was a half-elf, a victim, and an abandoned one. What she could trust was the sword in her hand.
Sadly, the elven patterns on the long sword were like a red iron that burned her dignity - the painful time of being abandoned as a child made her deeply hate the elves who expelled her, and she did not want to get anything from the elves.
of help.
But the blood of elves flows in her body - even though it is only half, it still forces her to surrender under the shadow of reality.
She is not an extraordinary person. She does not have the support of her family or the favor of luck. The only advantage she has is the half-elven blood that brings her suffering and torture.
She had no choice...
The memory of the enemy strangling her tightly like an iron hoop still spurred Nashaer like a long whip covered in salt grains.
She longs for strength because that can bring her a small sense of security.
This is the fate of mixed-bloods, and it is also the prison between him and them...
The power in her blood allows her to wield the sharp and gorgeous elven sword like an arm, but what she displays is not the elegant style of an elven dance, but full of aggressive murderous intent.
Only elves who live in the forest and enjoy freedom and ease can dance such an elegant elf sword dance, while the half-elves who have fallen into the dust wield the fate of struggle...
"There are still 1 minute and 9 seconds left before the battle begins..."
When the prompt information was refreshed on her retina, Nasha'er slowly opened her eyes.
The time had come and she had to at least observe her opponent before fighting, which would make more sense than if she took another minute of rest.
When Nashal saw her opponent's appearance clearly, her brown pupils suddenly shrank together:
"It's him!"
A fatalistic sense of déjà vu emerged in Nashal's mind, when she gave up her former dignity and persistence, when she was about to wash away the shame from victory.
He appeared in front of her again, standing opposite her.
Even though she still looked ordinary, it was like a mountain that cast a shadow that oppressed her and made her breathless.
Nashal tightly held the elf sword in her hand, and something seemed to be burning in her eyes.
This time is different!
Nasha'er leaned down slightly, like a female leopard accumulating strength, filled with surging strength and vitality.
"There are still 3 seconds until the battle starts..."
"There are still 2 seconds until the battle starts..."
"There's still 1 second left before the battle starts..."
"The battle begins!"
"Elf-Shunpo!"
Nasha'er's body suddenly disappeared from the spot, and the explosive speed caused her to turn into a shadow!
The air was twisting, and the thin and sharp elf sword was like a golden line in the air, as if Nassar had grown two thin golden wings in an instant.
The image of the enemy kept getting closer in Nashal's retina. Finally, when she entered the attack range of the elf sword, she suddenly jumped towards the enemy!
"Wing Zhan flashes!"
As if she suddenly lost gravity, Nassar moved nimbly to the right side of the enemy, while the two elf swords roared and crossed through the enemy's body with the potential of charging!
The elf sword drew a graceful arc in the air, as if the enemy was just a shadow.
Nassar:?
At this moment, Nasha'er's peripheral vision noticed that the enemy's shadow disappeared, and then a huge fist filled her field of vision...