Elf Warlock

"You must first become a true elf warlock before you can have any strength."

Thinking of this, he did not hesitate and summoned a stream of spiritual energy from his dantian.

The spiritual energy tightly wrapped Huo Ling and suspended it in front of Yang Qiu. The spiritual energy began to erode Huo Ling's body.

The fire elf sensed the crisis of survival and immediately woke up.

He immediately began to struggle fiercely, mobilizing his own strength to drive away Yang Qiu's spiritual energy.

"I didn't expect that the resistance of this fire spirit is so strong!" Yang Qiu looked serious, feeling that the consumption speed of the spiritual energy was even more strenuous than the first time refining it.

"No matter what, I am bound to get this Fire Spirit!" His eyes flashed with determination, and he continued to draw the spiritual energy in his Dantian and erode it towards the Fire Spirit.

In the room, the candle on the table had already been extinguished.

But the dark red fire erupted from the fire spirit lit up the room with fire, and the temperature in the room was raised a bit.

The firelight shone on Yang Qiu's face. He had closed his eyes and held the spirit stone in one hand to concentrate on refining the fire spirit.

A soft spiritual energy continued to poke out, and another hard spiritual energy complemented it, emanating from Yang Qiu's body, and then the two spiritual energy gathered together, surrounding him from above and below.

Time passed quietly, the fire light faded slowly, and the fire spirit's body was gradually covered with a layer of light mist.

The early morning sunlight penetrates into the room through the cracks in the window.

The light shone on Yang Qiu's slightly pale face.

The Fire Spirit's body, which originally emitted dark red firelight, was covered up by a layer of dark mist.

This is the result of Yang Qiu's hard work all night. It seems that it will take five days to refine the fire spirit.

Yang Qiu's face was solemn. This fire spirit's will was so tenacious and its resistance was so strong that it simply exceeded the strength of an ordinary one-turn spirit.

However, it makes sense to think about it, after all, this is a refining natal spirit, and the strength will indeed be much higher.

"It took me a month to refine the spirit of power. Now that I have experience, I am at a disadvantage in spiritual energy. In a week, I should be able to compete with many high-level or even top-level elf warlocks. .”

In the past, he had no backer or guidance. It took him a month to refine his natal spirit, and he still owed a lot of debt.

Moreover, his qualifications are only intermediate, and no one will think highly of him at all, let alone those elf warlocks with low-level talents. Who would waste their energy on cultivating a weak person?

Yang Qiu's face was solemn. According to this calculation, ten spirit stones are not enough, at least twelve spirit stones are needed!

"It's really troublesome, but no matter how difficult it is, I still have to refine this fire spirit."

After refining, Yang Qiu only had one spiritual stone left.

At this time, Yang Qiu's stomach screamed in protest.

After not sleeping all night and working hard to refine the fire spirit, Yang Qiu was naturally hungry.

He still had thirteen spirit stones left. After thinking about it, he decided to eat first and then come back to refine the fire spirit.

As soon as I went out, I saw someone waiting for me for a long time.

"Miss, you" Yang Qiu immediately pretended to be surprised and walked forward with a smile.

"What did you do to Xiaowen yesterday? Why is she so uneasy?"

Facing Situ Yuanxiang's questioning, Yang Qiu lowered his head and said nothing.

"Yang Qiu, I don't know what your purpose is for approaching me, but you have to know that if you let me know that your purpose is not good for me, I will not be merciful." Situ Yuanxiang said expressionlessly.

Yang Qiu raised his head, but Situ Yuanxiang, who was already a little angry, was stunned for a moment.

Yang Qiu's eyes were slightly red, and he didn't say anything. He just faced her with that pitiful look.

Situ Yuanxiang frowned and stared at Yang Qiu closely, waiting for his answer.

The atmosphere became more and more tense.

But the next moment, Yang Qiu suddenly lowered his head and choked silently.

"Hey, why are you crying?" Situ Yuanxiang was a kind-hearted person after all and asked quickly.

Yang Qiu said with a cry: "Yesterday I was refining the natal elf, and Sister Xiaowen broke in and interrupted my practice, wuwu"

"What's going on?" Situ Yuanxiang was really anxious.

Yang Qiucai said slowly: "Miss, Sister Xiaowen, yesterday she said she wanted to drive me away."

"This Xiaowen!" Situ Yuanxiang knew Xiaowen well, and she would not take the initiative to do such a thing.

There is only one answer.

"Uncle Gao Yang." Situ Yuanxiang sighed and said, "I understand, don't worry, I will handle it."

She stood up and said: "After you refine your natal elf, go to the school. I will be out for a while. After a year, when you come out of the school, you can decide whether to follow me or not."

After that, Situ Yuanxiang left ten spiritual stones and left.

"Situ Yuanxiang is indeed kind-hearted."

"However, these are not important. Let's stay with her for the time being and wait until the third turn before leaving here."

Yang Qiu walked out of the yard with a plan in mind.

Without a third-level cultivation, if you go out alone, you will definitely die without a burial place.

In the outside world, only third-level warlocks have the slightest ability to protect themselves.

"Snapped!"

"fool!"

The thin man blushed and his lips trembled, feeling both embarrassed and angry.

"It's you!" The thin man immediately spotted Yang Qiu.

In order to save the spirit stone, Yang Qiu came to his favorite place in the past, which was a small restaurant.

As soon as they entered the door, they saw Brother Dong and his group. The thin man didn't know what he had done, but he was slapped in the face by Brother Dong.

"What? Haven't you been beaten enough?" Yang Qiu said quietly.

"You!" The thin man was suddenly startled, pointing at Yang Qiu and opening his mouth to speak.

Yang Qiu sat down and said, "Don't you want to take revenge on me? Don't worry, I won't leave, I'll be right here."

"Brother Dong, why is he here?" The words suddenly broke his mind, and the thin man was also flustered, a little caught off guard.

But he heard the news that the brat who beat him before actually had the qualifications to practice.

He came to the tavern to tell everyone, but there was one thing. He was not willing to swallow his breath like this, so he encouraged everyone to beat Yang Qiu together. Anyway, Yang Qiu could not refine the elves so quickly.

An early-stage elf warlock may not be able to defeat a strong mortal.

Brother Dong was shocked and angry when he saw that the thin man dared to think like this. Not to mention whether they could survive a fight, just the fact that a mortal took action against an elf warlock was enough to kill them.

Seeing their appearance, Yang Qiu was not surprised, but he still pretended to be angry.

He said coldly: "You are not going to take action?"

Brother Dong suddenly became anxious and said quickly: "Sir, it was our fault earlier, I will apologize to you!"

As he spoke, he took out his money bag and placed it respectfully on Yang Qiu's table, his face flushed.

"Sir, you" Brother Dong rubbed his hands and bowed his waist, hesitating to speak.

Yang Qiu waved his hand and secretly put away the money bag as he spoke.

"It's okay, it's just a small matter, just wait for a while."

After saying that, he glanced at the remaining people pretending to be casual.

"Sir, we have to apologize to you!"