"Of course I know that the leader just wants to try out her current holder Jimang's personality before making plans for the future. However, it seems that the leader does not intend to let us participate in the follow-up plan now."
He pursed his mouth.
"Okay, Pila, don't sulk, go and deal with the Black Tiger first. Our dark teeth don't need such a loser." A cold light flashed in Taidi's eyes.
"Don't worry, I naturally know that he can't live tonight." Pila yawned, not caring at all.
...
In a slightly cramped room, disgust was lingering, and a pungent smell was emitting. Yuesheng sat on a table, stepped on a stool, and exuded a ferocious beast on his body. Several were standing in front of him.
A big man.
"Brother, you have tea!"
"Boss, you smoke!"
"Brother, how about your wound? Do you need me to buy some?"
The flattering faces in front of Yuesheng made him feel a little upset.
"Get out of here!"
As soon as he exerted his strength, the stool he was standing on suddenly turned into two halves, leaving a deep footprint on the ground, and the room suddenly became silent.
The burly men couldn't help swallowing, looked at Yue Sheng's footprints in horror, and rolled and crawled out of the room.
"It's really a group of useless minions. I'm still looking forward to it."
As the young leader of the Chijin Gang, Yue Sheng also had many minions under him, but in his opinion, it would be enough to kill these minions by just pulling someone.
"But according to the laws of this world, it is indeed difficult for ordinary people without elf weapons to improve their own strength. Di Yuan, continue to improve my barbarian skills!"
Yuesheng did not forget that he could be silenced by the dark teeth at any time. He did not improve the barbarian Technique to the extreme in one breath, but because his ordinary body could not adapt to it for a moment and improve it too much.
It has been half an hour since the last time I improved the Manta Physics, and I can almost improve it again.
As the energy continued to be consumed, Yuesheng saw the martyr technique on the small interface of Diyuan quickly vaguely improve. After an hour, he stopped until he felt his muscles gradually cracking and his height was more than ten centimeters higher.
"I didn't expect that the restrictions in this world are so strict. Although I have not reached the limit, the energy required to improve the barbarian craft later has become more and more, which is not normal energy consumption at all."
Yuesheng glanced at the Earth Abyss interface now, and his energy was only 76 left.
The barbarian physical skills reached level 15, which cost him more than a thousand energy in total, but the harvest was also huge.
Yuesheng could clearly feel the huge and pure muscle strength in his body. Although it was not as good as one percent of his body, it did not have any other extraordinary power bonus, and it was entirely based on musculoskeletons and cells in his body.
break out.
boom!
Yuesheng punched in the air casually, and a loud bang and a loud bang directly on the opposite wall with the surging air, which shocked the burly men outside, and except for the dog's a little bit of heart
Except for the preparation, the others looked at each other and were at a loss.
"Just in terms of strength, it is probably similar to the realm of the devouring thieves, but without the power of soul, it will definitely be a complete defeat when fighting. It seems that it is still necessary to obtain the elf weapon of this world. I don't know which level of my current strength can be
Elf weapons are comparable."
Yuesheng jumped off the table, and he finally understood why everyone who came to the world needed to improve according to the power system of this world.
Not to mention others, it is difficult for him who has Di Abyss to restore his own strength.
"Hmm? Who is it!?"
As his strength increased, Yuesheng's five senses also increased a lot. He found that there was a powerful breath of life outside his house and shouted suddenly. (To be continued)