The Bald Monk in the City

"Why don't you get some invisible servants, I always feel that you don't have the pride of your own blood..."

Xia held a portrait of an elderly gentleman who looked a little demented, and then flapped his wings to try to hang it on the wall.

After hanging it up in a familiar manner, Kexia couldn't help but complained as she watched the portrait of the spirit-injection ceremony using the specially purchased spirit body infusion ceremony.

Then, Emma picked up a piece of construction waste on the ground and threw it without looking back!

"Oh..."

The construction waste accurately hit Xia, and wailed as Xia continued the work that Emma had arranged for it, but it still couldn't help muttering:

"You are a warlock, there is no need to train an innocent dragon to specialize in throwing skills that have nothing to do with your bloodline..."

"Shut up, if you don't want to continue being beaten..."

Emma didn't look back, but Xia felt a trace of suppressed irritability in her voice.

This made it suddenly become a good baby, after all, this is not a world rich in resources.

In the plane of this dead magic network, it doesn't think it will be treated well without Emma.

Especially after watching comics on the Internet for so long, it has a clearer understanding of this.

"The useless human thoughts... why don't you abandon them?"

"I remember that there is a ritual of how to transform from a dragon vein to a real dragon in my memory of inheritance..."

"You see that you have put in a lot of energy and time for this, and your original vault, which is unbearable, even it does not make you feel happy from it... Can you tell me that your... Ideas?"

But there is no doubt that if Xia can restrain her own nature of death, Emma's throw may not be so precise.

But this time Emma did not hit her soul, but stopped, then rubbed her messy fiery red hair, turned her head and stared at the frizzy Kexia and said:

"Because I am sure that it is a very interesting job to complete it. Although the process is not so smooth, the result is beyond doubt..."

Emma looked at the messy construction waste on the ground and the still empty corridors. As long as you have enough comprehensive network disaster coins, it is not difficult to build a pure material castle in a short time.

The real problem lies in the construction of those magical scenes.

Emma has given up completely according to the amount of work recorded in the book, which is unrealistic, whether for her ability or for the comprehensive network disaster coin.

She can only restore it as much as possible, and which of these can be done at a relatively small cost, and which are seemingly simple but impractical, Emma needs to select them one by one.

This made her irritable, who had gradually relied on the violent flames of blood before, but it seemed like a kind of panning.

Her will, her thoughts, and her magical abilities have all been tempered in this arduous and complicated construction of the magic castle.

She felt a kind of restless will slowly dissipate, and she began to gradually become calm, but instead of losing her temperature, she was accumulating the flame in her heart in a more stable and repressive form.

When it needs to erupt, it is like that roaring volcano, bursting out the destructive power that changes the color of the world.

Emma paused, and she continued to look at Xia and said:

"Also, do you think that for me, the human body or the dragon's body will determine my thoughts?"

"Cub, you must remember that it is yourself that decides your thoughts, not the blood in your body!"

Xia blinked, then tilted her head and looked at her and said:

"Really, but my previous videos from youtube don't seem like your current character, you..."

"Oh..."

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"this is?"

Xin'an looked at the large book of thick classics that Yi Qiu threw to him, and then said with some confusion.

He glanced at the cover of the classic, which seemed to be a portrait of four creatures grouped together.

Xin An felt a little familiar, and behind him, the ghost girl Shan Wei also leaned over to him curiously.

"The Cooking of Pandaria-Master Class" is enough for you to learn for a long time, provided that you can learn it."

"In the future, I will see if I can get formal vocational training methods related to culinary arts. Now you can sharpen your skills first."

Yi Qiu looked at him and said, just after upgrading the evil wind yesterday, Yi Qiu felt that his accumulation at this stage was enough, and he decided to hit a wave of professional levels.

At this time, there was still almost a month before the canyon race officially started, enough for Yi Qiu to complete this small stage of retreat.

But before that, he needs to arrange the follow-up development of Xin'an and Yin Zhong.

He went to Qinglong Temple to read the transcripts of the book "Culinary Studies of Pandaria-Master Class" yesterday through a Zen pilgrimage. For him, these things are also quite beneficial.

However, the pure meat is less, and most of them are fish. This may be related to Yi Qiu's copy from the Qinglong Temple.

Although Xingzhe's special professional ability gave Yi Qiu a more advanced way of teaching, for now, neither Xin'an nor Yin Zhong have reached the corresponding lower limit of teaching.

This is the inheritance of extraordinary abilities, which means that at least the corresponding inherited person needs to be in the extraordinary stage to be able to accept it.

In terms of life level, a creature with a life level of 10 means an extraordinary life.

But it is more complicated for the creatures who have no life level or cannot be calculated based on the life level.

Yi Qiu didn't know the specific value of Xin'an and Yin Zhong's current life level, because it was too microscopic for him.

It is not the microscopic level of observation, but the energy field of this life stage, which is difficult for Yi Qiu to distinguish.

Because in Yi Qiu's view, they are all so weak and bleak.

The life field is not like other things, it can be accurately quantified, it is an ideal embodiment based on life body and will.

That is, Yi Qiu can observe the light it shows, but a more specific manifestation requires corresponding knowledge or experience to be able to judge. This has no direct relationship with whether his observation ability is deep enough.

As for Yin Zhong's words~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Yi Qiu touched his bald head.

Speaking of it, it is not strange to be a monk advanced sword master, although it is not the best choice, but its fit is not too low.

Compared with the auxiliary skills of cooking, a formal profession is unlikely to be completely obtained from books.

Because it is not just a few skills, but a relatively three-dimensional and comprehensive thing.

After thinking about it, Yi Qiu looked at the top of Yin Zhongguang's head, and he felt that the matter had reached this point, so let him practice step by step with a monk first.

When he has the ability of Advanced Sword Saint, I think he already has some experience in this.

Thinking this way, Yi Qiu felt suddenly enlightened.

After leaving them with a message to retreat, Yi Qiu drove away in a black mist...

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