The Ascension of the Favorite Spirit

Training base, northeast side entrance, abandoned warehouse.

After Ye Hanjun greeted Mr. Tong, he came here alone under the leadership of a soldier.

This is the place where the garrisoned soldiers usually train. After a cursory scan, the light is dim, there are traces of flames and poisonous corrosion everywhere, and the rusty metal walls are in ruins.

Hua Zhu, come out.

Ye Hanjun released his perception, confirmed that there was no problem, and activated the mark on his left wrist.

The goose-yellow light flickered gently, and the Desert Witch opened her eyes. Her dim vertical pupils immediately met his gaze, her focused eyes seeming to be waiting for instructions.

Aren't you always looking forward to learning skills? Now is your chance.

Ye Hanjun smiled slightly and took out a bottle from his luggage bag. It was about the size of a fist and was all silver-white.

Huh? Skill?

Hua Zhu suspected at first that she had heard wrongly, her eyes were slightly absent-minded, and she asked in confusion.

The Sand Wolf King's concentrated plasma.

Ye Hanjun shook the bottle in his hand and pretended to be mysterious.

Crack-

The cork was pulled out, and in an instant, the still airtight abandoned warehouse was filled with the disgusting smell of mud.

Before setting off for the trial, I made some preparations.

For example, I used the second peanut essence and made the second pot of bamboo rice balls, all of which were sold into spiritual stones.

Including the previous savings, there are a total of 422 low-grade spiritual stones, all of which I exchanged for supplies.

As if talking about a trivial matter, Ye Hanjun calmly added:

The Sand Wolf King's concentrated plasma is the second most important little treasure.

The so-called 'Sand Wolf King' is not the name of the race of the sentient beings, but a blood potion made by collecting the plasma of dozens of sand wolves and fusing it.

Because the attributes match, according to my estimate, you have about a 45% chance of learning a skill.

45%...such a high probability?

Isn't that high? Lord Ye Han laughed, This thing sells for 180 low-grade spiritual stones, which is definitely a sky-high price for a first-level family master.

In the academy, even a little rich woman like Su Mei has to grit her teeth and make up her mind to accumulate enough pocket money before she can afford to buy it.

If other sand-attributed spirits use it, the probability of understanding the skill is at least 95%.

You cut it off in the middle, leaving only 45%. In the final analysis, it is still the negative effect of the gray flash that makes it difficult to comprehend the skill.

I see……

Hua Zhu nodded slightly, The effect of randomly comprehending skills is so exaggerated. If it really triggers it on me, it would be a good thing anyway.

Ye Hanjun showed a faint smile: I agree with this.

If other sand-based spirits with matching attributes can learn skills through this, with the best luck, they can acquire powerful skills of 80 or more lines, immediately widening the gap with the spirits of the same level.

But this is a small probability event. If you understand the 15-35 pattern, this skill is relatively weak at the same level.

180 low-grade spiritual stones, this initial investment cost, for those who grit their teeth to get this amount of spiritual stones, the loss is quite serious.

——The flowers and candles are different.

If she can understand, with the dim and shining urine, it must be a weak skill, and the Chaos Spirit Pattern cannot exceed 25 patterns.

But that's not the point.

If the Sand Wolf King concentrates his plasma, it can help Hua Zhu learn a random sand attribute attack skill.

With her years of hard-earned survival experience and practical combat experience, coupled with the entry-level gathering sand into a shield, Hua Zhu's fighting style will definitely undergo a breakthrough change.

This - is what is truly worth looking forward to!

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Are you ready?

My lord, let's begin.

In the abandoned warehouse, the Desert Witch took a deep breath, raised her head, and closed her eyes.

Wow——

Lord Ye Han, who was standing less than half a meter in front of her, raised his right hand and suddenly tipped over the jade bottle in his hand.

All the khaki plasma potion dripped onto the witch's face.

All of a sudden, her eyebrows knitted together, her teeth knuckles clenched tightly, and she subconsciously made a clicking sound, as if she was crushing her back molars.

Well!

Even though I had prepared my heart for it, I knew it would hurt.

Hua Zhu, who has unyielding as her core personality, is still in pain to the point where her limbs are spasming and her entire face is distorted.

She began to gasp for breath, the clamps closed forcefully, and the scorpion tail behind her back stabbed the air randomly.

After about five minutes, the moving sand legs were unable to support the stability of the body, causing the sand to fly everywhere out of control.

Time passes little by little...

With his eyes closed, Ye Hanjun activated his super spirituality with all his strength, and his powerful perception always enveloped the entire abandoned warehouse.

Finally, the deathly silence lasted for two hours, and Huazhu's trembling scorpion tail gradually stopped.

She opened her eyes, and the yellow sand on the soles of her feet surged suddenly, and finally condensed into an illusory fist nearly half a meter long, and struck the air in front of her.

Sir, it seems that I... succeeded?

Hua Zhu stared blankly at her masterpiece, the illusory fist made of yellow sand. It wandered around her body as her thoughts moved, and could move up to five meters away.

And every time he punched, although there was no exaggerated sonic boom, the slight sound of breaking through the air was clearly heard. If this hit the fragile spirit, it would still be somewhat harmful.

This skill...

Ye Hanjun's originally calm face became a little weird.

Without any qualification appraisal, he could tell that this skill was called Gathering Sand into a Fist.

The desert witches are in charge of sand spells, but at the same level, there will be a big gap in the skills learned by different individuals.

Such as Blowing Sand, Gathering Sand into Shield, Sand Snake Binding, Quicksand Trap... these are signature racial skills. As the level increases, you can master them with a high probability.

Others are varied and there is no fixed number.

But Ye Hanjun has relevant statistical reports and research reports, and there are several attack skills. Once the desert witch understands them, she will become extremely powerful among different witches of the same level.

For example, gather sand into a sword.

For example, Sand becomes an army.

The former controls the yellow sand and gathers it into a giant sword. Whether it is a vertical slash or a horizontal slash, the strong beast will be overwhelmed, and the other frail spirits will turn into flesh if they are not careful.

The latter can condense sand into soldiers, which can form defensive or offensive positions. The changeable effect greatly enhances the desert witch's combat capabilities. Even if there are fewer against many, she is not necessarily at a disadvantage.

Relatively speaking, gathering sand into a fist is several levels behind.

This skill is in the clay sculpture, and its average strength is between 45 lines and 55 lines.

But the effect is probably too simple, with fists waving and so on, not gorgeous and elegant enough, and it is not popular with mainstream witches at all.

Unless she takes the initiative to understand it during the process of rising to a higher level, otherwise the Desert Witch will not learn this skill if she has a choice, and would rather put her energy into practicing or exploring other skills.

Bang! Bang bang bang!

The roar of the sand fist quickly evolved from a dull straight punch to an uppercut and a lower uppercut.

There was a flash of fluorescence in Hua Zhu's dim pupils, like a child who got a beloved toy and was happily trying out new skills.

Gathering sand into a fist, if it hits the prey, it will be quite powerful.

But your fist is still in a weakened state. With 18 lines, it's not as good as your sand-gathering shield.

It doesn't matter, this is my first magic attack skill!

Hua Zhu smiled heartlessly, and the scars remaining on her cheeks reflected her pure and unadulterated smile, which made people feel a little bit moved.

Because your first four skills do not have enough attack vectors, they force you to continuously study the proficiency of skills and the combination of skills in order to defeat the strong with the weak.

Although this experience was miserable, you survived it. Now you have acquired skills, from unfamiliar to skilled. The speed of transformation is definitely not comparable to that of normal witches...

Yeah~~*(ˊˋ*)*

Without outsiders, Ye Hanjun would let the tadpoles out to play for a while.

The little guy who stayed in the floating bubble looked curiously at the waving sand fist, with great interest in his rice-sized eyes.

When Ye Hanjun saw its appearance, he felt a trance in his heart.

But he probably had his expectations too high. Guagua still didn't understand the skills this time. He was just a bystander, watching the little black hat boxing seriously.

Huh-- Ten minutes later, Hua Zhu finished casting the spell, and his slightly tired look disappeared in a flash.

The skill of gathering sand into a fist can be maintained for a long time.

But the longer it lasts, the greater the drain on her.

Of course, Hua Zhu was still very excited and encouraged in a conclusive tone:

I feel that I only need to practice a few more times before my skill proficiency can break through to mastery and initially reach the level of wielding it like an arm.

Eyeye~Eyeye~

The little tadpoles happily circled around the candles, regardless of whether they understood or not.

Ye Hanjun smiled and did not comment.

But his hand stretched straight to the center of his eyebrows.

It doesn't take a few times, let alone a few days. Today is enough.

Come on, for today's death challenge, I will give you a different opponent, a cute rabbit with red eyes.

Hua Zhu's breathing suddenly stopped.

boom!

A mini version of the Gate of Life and Death appeared behind him.

Pull out the Gray Sun Key, align it with the hole, and insert it perfectly.

His vision went dark, then brightened again, and Lord Ye Han appeared high in the sky. What was suspended behind him was the giant version of the Gate of Life and Death that supported the sky and the ground.

Death challenge, Kai!

The gray hemispherical barrier quickly rose, and a group of gray shadows squirmed.

A few seconds later, Hua Zhu, who was waiting, looked at the red-eyed carnivorous rabbit with eyes as red as blood, as if he had been hungry for seven days and nights, and pursed his lips slightly.

Adults call this... cute?

Tear it apart!!

The ferocious rabbit kicked its legs hard and rushed over quickly.

Amid the dancing yellow sand, a scorpion-tailed candle stood solemnly and vigilantly, and a fist that was gradually taking shape was reflected in his eyes for a moment.

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