As Jefrey Wen said, he wrapped the square, clean pieces of meat with the cut dog-headed monster's crust, leaving a part of the same amount without moving.

Jefrey Wen took a lot of fine soil, mixed it with sweet water, kneaded it evenly, and soon became sticky.

Carefully applied the wet mud to the outside of the clumped monster's skin, leaving no gap.

Jevrevan's movements were really fast.

In an instant, forty or fifty pieces of soil were prepared with half the size of his head, and they were arranged neatly, waiting to be baked.

A large pile of clean bones were divided into seven or eight piles, arranged on the cleaned gravel floor.

Jevrevan washed his hands, cleaned his dirty body and broken leather armor, and called Leas.

"Help light a fire, I need to roast the ground, and then I can put the beggar dog head meat. Just put the raw meat in there, so I can compare the effect later."

Leas, who had come back to his senses, sang a brief sacrifice of the fire condensation technique in a hurry. A trace of mental power was instantly pulled away, and then several piles of bones were ignited.

"It's so convenient! If you rely on the way to turn wood and make fire, the daylily will probably be cold."

Jefrey, who was full of envy and hatred, looked at Leas unwillingly and waited silently.

At the same time, Jevrewen's eyes were turning sharply and he thought seriously.

Time passed quickly, and the two of them were silent without saying a word until more than twenty minutes later.

"Oh! The ground has been roasted and hot, so you can bake beggar dog head meat."

Jefrey Wen, who was in deep thought, woke up suddenly and hurriedly moved away several piles of burning bone fires. The sharp little daggers once again played their multifunctional role.

With a rapid dance, the already hot ground was dug up with shallow pits, with equal spacing and neat arrangements, like obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"What are you digging a hole? Are you brain-related?"

Leas, who had never seen beggar methods, was puzzled by Jevrewen's technique and couldn't help but ask softly.

"No need to ask, you will know it just by looking at it. It's very simple. If there are enough ingredients, the taste will be much better. It's so depressing!"

Jevrey, who hadn't even looked back, casually perfunctorily dealing with the curious Leas, continued to be busy with his own affairs.

Jevrei Wen's arm danced quickly, throwing dozens of mud balls close to him into a neat shallow pit, and then buried them one by one with the still hot sand and gravel.

The bone fire moved to the side was moved back to its original position, and continued to add heat to the sand and gravel below.

"It's over for the time being, and the rest is waiting."

Jevrey, who was concentrating on completing the final process, raised his head, looked at Leas, who suddenly realized it, and began to plan again.

"Lias, please help me. Can you use concrete techniques to gather a few pieces of stones in order of one pound, five pound, ten pound, fifty pound, and one hundred pounds? It is best to be rectangular, with the same ten chunks."

"Um?"

Leas looked suspiciously at Jevrey, who was quite respectful, and patted his little head with his wrist and feet, and immediately understood.

"You are planning to accurately measure your physical strength, right? This is a good idea and you can clearly know the changes in your strength."

"Okay, I'll help you with it with ease. Anyway, this thing is simple and doesn't consume much energy."

The crisp chanting sounded again without hesitation.

Rectangular stones appeared neatly on the open space in front of Jevrey's body.

After taking a look at him enviously, Jefrey Wen moved his hands and feet, did some warm-up exercises, and then he went all out to move bricks.

The stone weighing two hundred pounds was easily lifted up, and there was no need to take a breath.

The four hundred pounds of stones were still raised above the head without any difficulty, and the face was slightly discolored.

Jefrey felt it was difficult for the 600-pound stone, but he still tried hard to lift it up.

The seven hundred pounds of stone made the hard-working Jevrey raise blue veins, and the muscles in his arm bulge high. After repeated breathing several times, he barely raised it, but his arms trembled a little later.

After a while of rest, I felt that I had recovered completely. I was energetic again, and Huo stood up for the last time. With the efforts of white face and thick neck and sweating, the final result came out.

Seven hundred and eighty-one pounds!

Compared with the power of ordinary people, a very amazing number.

"Oh! It's amazing. If you go back, you will be a weightlifting champion! You are just a low level. If you are a few levels higher, you can really break the mountain and step on the long river. I'm looking forward to it!"

Jefrey, who was full of excitement, burst into laughter uncontrollably.

This time travel treatment is cool!

"Tsk, with such a little strength, what's so proud of! The power of the inferior captain is at least six times that of yours. If you meet, you will still be tortured to death."

I couldn't see Jevrey's rampant appearance, and Leas poured a basin of cold water.

"You should work hard! When you reach the peak level of the mortal level, it can reach more than 10,000 pounds of strength. If it is a race with a relatively powerful body, its strength may be stronger. So, you should be more modest now and don't cause trouble at will."

"Okay, don't preach. I understand these principles, but this power is really beyond my expectations! Have a little happiness."

The proud Jevre. Wencai didn't care about the cold water of Leas. Anyway, this power was real, without any moisture, and it really belonged to his own ability.

"So long has passed! The beggar dog head meat is good! If you want to eat something, it should taste pretty good."

"Forget it, I'm overdrawing today, and it's not convenient to use the transformation talent. Just eat it yourself. Anyway, that's what you used to do for your own experiment."

It’s not that Leas didn’t want to taste the novel food he had never seen before. He couldn’t help but answered a little depressedly.

"Oh, that's up to you! Anyway, you can't eat much."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jefrey Wen hurriedly moved the bone fire away and let the remaining heat of the sand and gravel simmer the mud for a while.

But the pile of cube-shaped raw meat placed next to it was quickly filled into his stomach by Jevrei.

As a master of cooking, Jefrey Wen didn't even plan to taste it slowly, or felt disgusting, so he swallowed it all.

Just after all the pieces of meat turned into warm currents and moistened every muscle in the body, Jefrey Wen once again measured his strength.

After some hard work, 787 pounds were added, a total of six pounds!

Jevrey couldn't help laughing.

"Evil beasts, don't try to escape! I'll come and change it into my strength!"

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