Global Weirdness: I Can Simulate Ahead

Time passes day by day.

Li Guanqi achieved 81 times of spiritual power compression for the first time, but his subsequent attempts failed to achieve any breakthrough. After three days, he barely reached 82 times.

Refining spiritual power is a long process.

During this period, Li Guanqi basically breathed out every day, restored spiritual power, compressed spiritual power, failed to compress, exploded, breathed out again, and restored spiritual power...

Infinite loop.

It's fun to defeat your opponent with strength.

But practicing hard in silence in a place where no one cares about you is an unspeakable loneliness, because no one wants to know your efforts, they only want to see your results.

During this period, Li Guanqi's cultivation did not stop growing.

After all, the training of a conjurer is to continuously expand and release spiritual power, and in this process, the tolerance of the blood to spiritual power is improved. However, Li Guanqi compressed the spiritual power and then exploded it, and it was the same process.

then.

After spending two months in this copy.

Maximum number of compressions: 85 times.

【Spiritual power:14.2→15.3】

[Grade score: 19.2→19.3]

When it comes to cultivation, the higher you go, the harder it is to improve.

This evening.

Li Guanqi opened the window, took a breath of the cold night air, then looked at the stars in the sky outside and the heavy snow under the night, and suddenly remembered something.

"That's wrong!"

I have been coming to this castle for a month.

The total time spent in this copy is almost two months.

What about the winter competition in the first month?!

"teacher!"

Li Guanqi quickly turned around and left the room, ran to the third floor of the castle, and knocked on the door of Xia Houli's room.

"Click."

The door is open.

"If you have something to say, just say it."

Xia Houli was sitting on a chair reading a book, with his back to Li Guanqi.

"Teacher, has the winter league for the Nanjiang Campus Spell Competition begun?"

Li Guanqi hurriedly walked into the room and came to the old man's side.

"Winter competition?"

Xia Houli closed the book and looked at Li Guanqi in surprise, "It's been over for a few days, what? You want to participate?"

"Forehead……"

Li Guanqi was speechless for a moment.

Yes, why do you want to participate?

Because the top three can enter the Nanjiang main school.

But is it really better to enter the Nanjiang Headquarters than here?

Nanjiang Main Campus is so big and has so many students.

And here, he received one-on-one teaching from a five-element-level conjurer... Ahem, although, Xiahou Li didn't pay attention to him at all in the past two months.

"Of course you have to go to Nanjiang Headquarters."

Xia Houli seemed to have read through his thoughts and said with a smile: "The resources of the Southern Xinjiang Headquarters are better than those of a lonely old man like me.

At the Nanjiang Headquarters, there are often various competitions with various prizes, such as potions and sacrificial vessels.

For example, in each grade's internal competition, the winner can receive the 'spiritual blood boiling' potion.

This is a good thing distributed by the Central Headquarters. It can instantly improve the cultivation level of a spellcaster. Even I can't get it through other channels... You have very poor cultivation qualifications, so you need it.

And this kind of thing does not depend on qualifications, but on combat power.

As long as you can beat your classmates, you can get prizes, so of course you have to find a way to get to Nanjiang Main School.

But what happens if you go?

If you are not strong enough, you will not be able to get the prize.

So...keep working hard."

Xia Houli smiled, lowered his head again, and flipped through an obscure academic book he was reading, "When you complete the 'Hundred Refinements of Spiritual Power', those so-called classmates will only be ravaged by you, and those prizes

Aren’t they all in your pocket? The Spell Competition is held twice a year in winter and summer, so don’t worry.”

"Yes, teacher, I understand, student. Resign."

Li Guanqi thought for a while and found out that this was indeed the case. He then bowed and left, closing the door.

In fact, these are not important.

The incident with the Green Teeth Mercenary Group, which seemed to deviate from the simulated route, brought him unexpected opportunities. The method of "refining one's spiritual power" was far more precious than the so-called reward of a perfect ending.

Perfection of spiritual power is the future.

This is the beginning of his invincible journey!

Must be done!

When Li Guanqi thought about the bright future of obtaining high-quality spiritual power that had been compressed a hundred times and becoming invincible at the same level, he immediately felt very motivated and rushed back to the room to continue practicing spiritual power compression.

"Um?"

However, after returning to the room, Li Guanqi suddenly stopped, then took half a step back, exited the door, and looked at the figure at the end of the corridor.

Centaur girl.

Misha.

She was still wearing the classic black and white maid uniform and was cleaning the castle with a broom in her hand.

Ever since Li Guanqi came, the castle has never been clean. Every day it is filled with dust due to the spread of spiritual pressure.

Li Guanqi looked at the centaur girl and suddenly realized that he had been here for a month, but it seemed that he had never chatted with this centaur at all.

But he is obviously very interested in the truth of one thing.

——How did all the teachers and students of Guxue Branch die?

"Misha."

Li Guanqi smiled and waved to her.

"Um?"

The centaur girl stopped sweeping the floor, took the broom and stepped forward, slowly approaching, "I'm here, sir."

"Make me two cups of black tea."

"Two drinks?"

"right."

"Okay sir."

Misha left to make tea, while Li Guanqi returned to the room and sat at the table. The bright moonlight outside the window just fell on the table, and the fine dust was floating in the air.

soon.

The sound of horse hooves came from outside, from far to near.

Misha held a silver tray with one hand and placed two cups of black tea on the table, "Please enjoy, sir."

"A glass is for you."

Li Guanqi pushed one of the cups in front of Misha and said with a smile: "Let's sit down and drink together."

"Eh?"

Misha seemed a little flattered. After seeing that he was not joking, she was so happy that her eyes turned into crescent moons. She squatted down on her horse legs and sat on the ground like a horse... Well, even though she was originally a centaur.

Li Guanqi picked up the black tea and drank half a cup of it.

The centaur maid opposite picked up the black tea with both hands and took a sip gracefully.

The bright moonlight shines on her smooth blond hair, adding a bit of brilliance and a golden look. Coupled with Misha's delicate and beautiful face - ha, a beautiful centaur girl drinking black tea.

This scene looks like a fantasy picture from another world.

"Misha, where are you from?"

Li Guanqi looked at the centaur girl in front of him curiously.

"Me?"

Misha blinked her big golden eyes, pondered, and then said slightly confused: "I don't know, I have no impression. It's just that the principal told me that I come from the Ayabel Prairie...that is, the North

Wild prairie.

The principal said that I was born mentally retarded and was abandoned on the grassland by the centaur clan. Then he heard my cry while passing by and took me to southern Xinjiang.

It took him two years to fix my brain.

I am very grateful to the principal!

But……"

Misha held a white ceramic cup filled with black tea in both hands and looked at Li Guanqi sadly, "Sir, have you been to Beimang Prairie? What is it like there?"

"That's my hometown, but I haven't even seen it with my own eyes."