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As Camia gets bigger and bigger, the unbridled release of power in full form will also cause more consumption.

Kamiya was originally a lazy character, if she could lie down, she would never go up and down.

This war is over.

Little by little, Camia's head has begun to doze off.

"It's up to you to clean up the battlefield."

Su Heng sighed and spoke to Ren Guang.

"Those things are not allowed to be eaten stealthily!" Jamia pointed to the broken shadow cloak on the ground with her tail.

She doesn't care about that kind of thing.

But Su Heng seems to have always cared about it, Kamiya added deliberately.

"Don't worry."

There was a smile on Renguang's face, clean and pure, "Thank you for your protection. Let the monks clean this battlefield."

"Uh-huh."

Camia snorted, her huge body slowly shrinking in the golden halo.

It has been restored to about twenty meters.

This little guy just plunged into the bottomless crack on the ground, entered the maze-like groundwater network, and quickly returned to the Crescent Mountain to swim.

With the disappearance of the beast.

Because the dark clouds gathered by His power also dissipated. 87zW

A ray of golden sunlight pierced through the sky and landed on the battlefield.

...

three days later.

The land of pirates, Velost.

City of Gold.

Velost is a vast island and a stronghold for pirates.

The Golden City near the east coast is the palace of His Royal Highness Encyril, the natural disaster. Contrary to the chaotic nature of the pirates, this city that shines in the sun is clean and tidy. The sides are neatly arranged, and stone towers made of marble can be seen everywhere. 8 Seven ⑦zω.℃ǒΜ

in the center of the city.

At the top of the tallest stone tower, His Royal Highness Ensiril was lying on a beach chair, holding a glass of iced orange juice in his hand.

The blue eyes under the sunglasses were squinting slightly, and he was happily looking at the beauties in the delicate sand who were dressed in revealing clothes.

Claire knew that Her Majesty Encyril could be found here.

She took a deep breath, with a sullen face, without knocking on the door, she went directly to the top of the White Tower.

The emperor of natural disasters who is famous among pirates.

From the outside, he was just a middle-aged man in his thirties. He is not tall, his unshaven face is not handsome, and he has no imposing manner at all.

The type that gets thrown out on the street and definitely doesn't attract attention.

"Woo-"

The disturbed Enhiriel froze, and slowly took out the right hand that was stuffed into the loose shorts, put down the orange juice in his hand, and showed a helpless expression on his face.

"My dear Claire."

Enhiriel took off her sunglasses and spread her hands, "Please knock on the door when you come to me next time. You embarrass me like this."

"Oh."

The female secretary with short brown hair said coldly, "I thought there was nothing in this world that your Majesty cares about anymore."

"Come here to find me something..."

The fight has never been lost, the bickering has never been won, and Ensiril had to change the subject and sit up straight from the reclining chair, looking more serious.

"It's news about Baldr and Marnus."

The female secretary opened the folder in her hand, "The vanguard army composed of thirty-three large ships has been confirmed to have been wiped out."

Encyril's body froze when he just put his hand on the glass.

a long time.

He just smiled and said, "Look, nothing in the world is smooth sailing, even I will fail."

"No, it's Baldur and they are so useless."

The female secretary closed the folder, put it on her lap, and said seriously.

"I know their ambitions, and I know their strength... Since both of them died on that island."

Enhirel paused, looked up and drank the orange juice in the glass. WWW.8㈦㈦zw.℃οm

"Since that's the case, let's publish all the information we have obtained, and say that the treasure left in the golden age really exists!"

"Are you sure?"

Claire paused and asked in surprise, "You paid such a huge price for this news."

"The value of news lies in time. Since we have already failed, there is no need to stick to these outdated things." Emhirel said with a nonchalant smile, "Since a new era is destined to come, why not, Let's just add another fire to it."

"I see."

Claire nodded lightly, closed the door, and left from the White Tower.

The sun in the sky is still bright, but a little dark red has appeared on the edge of the sky.

...

Qingcheng.

Dragon Scale Martial Arts Hall.

In the setting sun, Su Heng sat on the stool and used the communicator in his hand to record the harvest from the pirates this time.

[Shadow gray robe (broken): The movement speed in the shadow is accelerated, the body becomes lighter, and it is less likely to be detected by others, absorbing 150 real points]

[Blood Drop Sword: A magic sword with scorching fire attribute damage, extremely sharp, wounds cut by this sword are difficult to heal by conventional means, absorbing 200 real points]

[The horn of the Kraken: After the sound, it will attract the Kraken to carry out an indiscriminate attack, which lasts for three hours. Absorb 100 real points]

【…】

Honestly.

There are not many real relics seized from pirates in this war.

Moreover, in Kamiya's rage, the almost infinite power erupted, and many pirates and the weapons in their hands were directly turned into powder, disappearing out of thin air.

At the end, the monks sweep the battlefield.

The real relics obtained are only seven or eight, and most of them are still marked with broken words in the introduction.

Fortunately, the quality of these weapons that survived the war was good enough.

Each weapon can provide Su Heng with a considerable amount of real points, and now, there is only a thousand points left to unlock the fourth template.

At this step, it was easily accumulated by Su Heng.

[The actual points obtained this time are: 1200 points]

[The actual number of points currently owned is: 4800 points]

[The fourth template is successfully unlocked. After the update at 12:00 in the morning, the host can choose to enter a new template. 】

[The actual number of points needed to unlock the fifth template is 300,000 points, the current unlocking progress is 200 points, and 48,800 real points are needed to unlock the fifth template]

[The boundary between the real and the illusory is gradually blurring. The spread of the belief in the evil **** and the expansion of the forbidden area will exacerbate this process. Please be vigilant during the game]

【I wish you a happy game! 】

The template is unlocked, and the further back, the more exaggerated the number required.

To be able to unlock the fourth template, it took a lot of thought and a lot of time to reluctantly collect these real points after Su Heng copied the treasure of the Forester, eliminated a wave of powerful pirates, and traded from the Wangjing City Combat Section. To collect into hands.

And now, the real number of points required to unlock the fifth template has actually increased by six times!

"With so many real points, even if you squeeze all the contents of the three treasure houses, you may not be able to collect them all."

Su Heng touched his nose.

The accumulation of 30,000 real points is not a small number for him.

The fifth template is unlocked, I am afraid it will take a long time.

but.

Thinking that tonight, he would be able to log in to the new template, Su Heng's mood became relaxed and happy, the corners of his originally tense mouth were slightly raised, and a slight smile appeared.

"Hey Hey hey!"

When Su Heng was looking forward to guessing what kind of race and talent the fourth template was.

In front of him, a white palm with a little girlish sensuality was shaking it vigorously.

Su Heng's expression subsided slightly, and he tucked the newly purchased communicator into his trouser pocket.

He raised his head, and the little girl in front of him had long beautiful and smooth hair, dark eyes, exquisite curves under the vest, and beads of sweat on her smooth face.

"Well, it stinks!"

Su Heng frowned on purpose, stretched out his hand to pinch his nose, and waved in front of him with his broad palm.

"Remember to take a shower after your next training session."

"No way!"

The girl's voice was a little annoyed. First, she put her hands on her hips and stared at her angrily with bright eyes. Then she raised her arm and sniffed **** it.

Coincidentally.

At this time, another girl in a white summer school uniform also came out of the changing room.

It seemed that he had just taken a shower, and his shiny black hair was stained with water droplets. When he came, he could smell a faint and long fragrance of shampoo.

This taste is quite good, and the price is definitely not low.

"An Ran, does my body smell bad?"

Wu Di, a straight black girl, ran to Bai Anran's side, pouted, and asked a little aggrieved.

"No."

Bai Anran's voice was good, and it sounded a little dull.

She stretched out her hand and helped Wu Dilong grow his long hair, then turned around and bowed slightly to Su Heng, gratefully saying, "I will trouble Master's teaching today!"

These two were just Bai Anran and Wu Di who joined the martial arts gym under the introduction of the little fat man.

Time flies.

The two had been training under Su Heng for more than half a month, plus what happened at the Second Affiliated Hospital that day.

The relationship between master and apprentice is much closer.

Su Heng's own personality was not serious, and he could often joke with each other.

"Well, it's alright."

Su Heng waved his hand and said, "Master leads the door, cultivation is up to you. You guys did a good job!"

His words were not just polite.

At first glance, Bai Anran and Wu Di are little girls who have good family conditions and have been spoiled since childhood.

When they proposed to join the martial arts hall, Su Heng originally thought that they were just playing tickets. Unexpectedly, these two little guys practiced harder than Chang Zilin and Qi Cheng.

Now that it was dusk, Qi Cheng and Chang Zilin had to catch the last bus, so they had already gone back.

But Bai Anran and Wu Di had just finished the training Su Heng prepared for them today.

In ancient times, there was a saying that the poor learned literature and the rich learned martial arts.

This statement makes sense even now.

Objectively speaking, martial arts is a very expensive activity.

The deposit for apprenticeship, the props needed in the practice, the herbs for conditioning the body, etc. The expenses for these things are not a small amount.

Wu Di and Bai Anran have better family conditions, and their starting point is higher than the two of them.

In addition, they practiced hard and obeyed Su Heng's instructions. In less than a month, the effect of martial arts was already obvious.

Especially Bai Anran.

The first time I saw Bai Anran in the hospital.

The impression that this little girl gave Su Heng was that of a quiet, slightly chubby short-haired school tyrant girl, not particularly eye-catching.

But now, after Bai Anran lost weight, the whole person's spirit has undergone earth-shaking changes, it's almost like a different person. The self-confidence is much more visible to the naked eye, and the voice of speaking is sober and clear.

This kind of positive change was naturally what Su Heng was happy to see.

"Drip!"

The horns of vehicles came from outside the martial arts hall.

"Well, is someone here to pick you up?" Su Heng took a clean towel from the shelf and threw it to the sweaty Wu Di.

He saw Bai Anran on the phone just now, so there should be someone specially to pick her up.

Qingcheng at night is quite dangerous.

This danger is not just from the icy moon in the sky.

more.

Or from those underground gangs and street gangsters that gradually became active as night fell.

Although these two little girls had studied with Su Heng for a while, but the time was too short and the effect was limited, they were far from being the opponents of those desperados.

"Well, it should be."

The martial arts hall was about to close, so Su Heng simply sent the two of them out.

really.

Pushing open the door, an elongated black sedan was parked at the door. A middle-aged man in a black suit and white gloves opened the car door and was waiting here quietly.

He reached out and took Bai Anran's schoolbag.

Then he bowed his head respectfully to Su Heng and asked, "Master wants to invite you to the party, I wonder if you have time?"

"No need."

Su Heng shook his head and refused~www.wuxiaspot.com~ After seeing this car, he was also slightly surprised.

He knew that Bai Anran's family conditions were good, but this kind of vehicle still has this housekeeper... This is not an ordinary family condition.

thought here.

Su Heng glanced at Bai An Ran, the cheeks of this handsome young girl with short hair were slightly red.

I don't know if it's because I'm embarrassed or because I just took a shower.

"Master, do you want to take you back?"

Bai Anran was very sensible and did not force it, but instead asked if he wanted to send him home.

"No need."

Su Heng said that it was still a little uncomfortable to sit in a car with two girls four or five years younger than him.

"Well, let's go back first. See you next week."

Bai Anran waved goodbye.

Wu Di snorted softly, wrapped one hand around Bai Anran's slender waist, raised his chin slightly, and waved to Su Heng.

The extended version of the sedan starts smoothly and quickly disappears into the street corner.

Su Heng ate outside before taking a taxi back to his old house in the suburbs.

Now that he has some spare money in his hand, it's not that he can't change to a larger house in the urban area. But people are nostalgic. Su Heng has gradually developed feelings for this small house. Even if he is rich now, he is not willing to leave.

He sat in front of the computer and planned to play two single-player games.

But after opening the game, my heart was in a mess - excitement, anticipation, and a little heavy. Various thoughts appeared in his heart.

He was sitting at the computer desk.

He stared blankly at the beating alarm clock on the table.

eleven fifty-five...

eleven fifty-six...

eleven fifty-seven...

Twelve o'clock!

The evening bell rang in the city, and the red moon hung high.

Su Heng closed his eyes and slowly entered the dream.