"Yevre, my speed is definitely not as fast as you, and even my defense is a bit worse. Only with this strength, I still have a little confidence. I don't know you are."

Rusach is indeed not a muscular fool. He attacks verbally as soon as he starts, trying to pull the battle mode to the side that is beneficial to him.

There is no way, Jevrena's straight-line speed, which is slightly better than the speed demon in the upper level of the Xuan-level level, and is a little awkward, but he can also throw Rusach to the sky. If he doesn't limit it, even if he hits for ten days and half a month, Rusach, whose speed is just over the speed of sound, will really not even touch the corner of his clothes.

"Don't provoke me, just fight me directly. Let's see who has strong strength, heavy fists, and throw away your rank-to-step gloves, it's useless to me."

Jevre also wanted to really test the power of his own power. The previous two battles were like a joke, without any threat.

Clenched his fists, Jevre actually launched an attack. This time, with a total of 670,000 pounds of force, with the ripples of disorderly air, he tried his best to aim at Rusach's fist and smashed it to death.

Rusach threw away the entire set of stunts in the play, and faced the challenge without being outdone.

The joints were white and the blue veins bulged, a pair of big right fists of casseroles hit each other dullly.

Rusach, who was nearly twice as tall as Jevre and had a thorny muscle, took a few steps back a few times in the incredible eyes of a group of melon-eating people.

And Jevre, who was eight feet tall, looked small and delicate, stood there, standing still.

Only the fist wind blows a little cold hair on the face.

"How is this possible? Captain Rusach actually lost to Jevre, who is in the early realm of Xuan-level?"

The bloody Xuan-level Speed ​​Demon was still hanging his right shoulder, and with a revenge, he was ready to see how the powerful captain ravaged the abominable cowardly chef.

As a result, the Xuan-level Speed ​​Demon, who was full of anticipation, saw this pair.

"I lost without any wickedness. This power and the violent speed are not likely to be revenge."

The scarred bone demon of the Xuan-level upper realm, looking at this scene, couldn't help but shake his head and extinguished his little thoughts.

"Russage, use the power talent directly!"

Ziofra's pupils tightened, and he directly ordered Rusach to "rut" upwards, intending to try Jevre's limits.

When Russaqi heard this, he couldn't help but pause, his muscles raised high, and his height was three feet higher again, just like a muscular Hulk.

Well, the color is indeed different, and it looks a bit hideous.

The right arm, which was thicker than Yevre, was carrying the strong wind, and was like a mountain collapse and tsunami, surging forward.

Jevre couldn't help but look solemn, his body turned into a bow, his right leg kicked rapidly, his waist twisted, and his whole body was 670,000 pounds of force concentrated on his white right fist, and he met him like a broken bamboo.

With a "bang", it was still swaying in my ears. Jevre couldn't help but shake his body, then took three steps back, leaving several footprints a full inch deep.

Fortunately, the feet were covered with Xuan-level metal soft shoes, and even if they brought sparks, they were not hurt.

The god of Jevthrie looked at Rusach, who was also two steps back, and roared out unwillingly.

"Continue, I won't believe it."

The two people who fists and feet intersect, and they are so fleshy that they have no more of the style of a mysterious demon.

Either you punch me, or you punch me, and I will fight back and forth.

Half an hour passed after this tossing.

"Stop, my talent time is up, your physical strength is really good."

As if it shrinks, Rusach returned to its original state as he spoke.

Rusach's face was ashen, but his face was unharmed.

But looking straight down, I glanced over the still-uncle-destroying upper body, the thighs covered with black fist shadows, were not very elegant.

There is no way, Jevre is not tall enough, and it is easier to attack his thighs.

Fortunately, Jefrey's heart is not dark and his hands are not poisonous. Otherwise, someone's bulging lump would probably have to be cut off and become a version of the eunuch in another world.

"Sir Ziofra, Jevre is good at strength, and his strength alone is much stronger than usual. Even if he has the talent of strength, he will increase his strength to the 750,000 list and fight head-on, and then he will be like this."

Rusach walked to Zioffra with shame, lowered his head, a little absent-minded.

There is no way. If Jefrey exerted his speed advantage, he might have lost to the early stage of the First Xuan level today. The barbecue that had been around for nearly three hundred years would be in vain.

That's right, Rusach was less than 300 years old and also reached the peak of the Xuan level, which was faster than Ziofra's advancement back then.

Unfortunately, in terms of strength, there is no chance for a hundred Rusachs to be there.

That horrifying illusion had long played Rusach xǐ    nǎo.

As an ordinary powerful demon whose bloodline is mottled and whose life has no hope of advancing to the Earth level, he is really a little embarrassed at this moment.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work. Go back and recuperate."

After a rough understanding of Jevre's comprehensive strength, Ziofra finally knew it and let a group of subordinates go lightly. Then he called Jevre, who was a little sweaty but not injured, and returned to the cool hall together.

The mutual betting between Jevre and Rusach actually suffered some damage, and the obvious black green fist mark before was proved.

However, Jevre's increasingly fierce recovery ability has restored the black green mark without a trace.

From the very first glance, I was really not injured.

A group of three people sat around the desk and discussed slowly with various crystal bottles of drinks.

"Yevre, your strength is really good. You can still win when fighting across several borders. Not only that, your strength, speed and defense are all very comprehensive. It's just that this fighting experience is simply a rookie."

Ziofra was full of joy, but pointed out Jevre's flaws to the point.

"In addition, you have to quickly improve your mental defense, otherwise you can only deal with the regular peak level of the Xuan-level. When you encounter a demon like me who is proficient in illusionism, you probably still have no power to resist."

Upon hearing this, Jevre nodded frequently and expressed his agreement.

I really lack the experience of frontal fighting, but one is because I improve too quickly, and the other is because I lack time for practicing.

I am not a little bit of an introduction at a glance. I am a genius who has achieved success in one day and several sets of martial arts are still in the introductory stage.

Not to mention the many things, if the practice of "Sixteen Properties of the Wind" reaches the perfect stage, whether it is close-up dodging or moving, it will cause the speed demons in the upper realm of the Xuan level to suffer a great loss.

However, I have been busy completing tasks, so I have no time to concentrate on my practice.

This is not a person who can practice slowly in the mountains and forests where there is no one. After the magical power is completed, you will come out and make a splash.

"Well, I know my shortcomings, but unfortunately I don't have time! By the way, Leas has collected all resources. Why don't you give me some of the essence of life and add some strength to me."

As he spoke, Jevre turned toward Leas, who was confused by his deity.

This time, Leas still didn't receive any benefits and was still at the middle level of entry. Even though his methods were strange, he felt that he was probably not a match for Jevre.

"Haha, yes! But you owe me so many times now, how do you plan to pay it back in the future? I have a notebook and remember every account clearly."

Leas, relied on Jevre's ignorance, was still secretly taking advantage of the situation.

"You are really good, okay! Just keep accounts. When my magical skills are perfect, I will help you catch a few giant dragons to taste. It's okay."

Jevre also beat him casually and caught the dragon. I don’t know when it will be.

Adult dragons basically have the strength of the Transcendence Stage, comparable to the mysterious Lord Modav.

"Really? I've recorded it. Remember not to blame the debt!"

Leas didn't know where he had confidence, so he took it seriously. Anyway, Jevre himself didn't believe it.

On the contrary, when Zioffra heard this, a flash of indescribable light flashed by, then lowered her head and thoughtful.

"Ziofla, where has my resources been progressing, and when can I take the second life-absorbing?"

Envy Jevre, whose life span suddenly surged to a thousand years old in the early stage of the Xuan level, and Leas asked without being outdone.

On the surface, among the three, Leas is now the weakest and helpless, so how can he wait slowly?

"Tomorrow, my subordinates are trying hard to catch people recently, but those who have entered the peak level are indeed a bit slow, and they dare not search everywhere with great fanfare. They can only "touch" secretly. If it really doesn't work, just catch some of the Xuan level instead?"

Ziofra was also a little helpless. Who made the damn city guards suddenly strengthen their patrols, and there were patrols everywhere, resulting in many operations being cancelled.

Leas is really, why should he use demons as a resource? Is the life essence content of other evil beasts really so low that he doesn't care about it?

However, Ziofra, who had already obtained the answer, did not say much, but just explained it, and continued to look at Jevre.

Jevre was a little scared by the look that looked like a peerless treasure. He couldn't help but say goodbye and went straight to the luxurious bedroom on the fourth floor.

After working very hard for several days, Jevre is still a little tired until now.

If it weren't for the bad news that Ziofra suddenly spread, he would not have to work so hard, and he would have completed the task that he had only completed in less than four days.

The scarlet letter is also abominable. If you finish it so much time in advance, you won’t give you any extra rewards.

Whenever the scarlet letter was mentioned, Jevre remembered the real reason for returning to the bedroom.

Scarlet Letter just now reminded me slightly that there is a new task.

Summoning a scarlet and bloody note, Jevre was impatient, but he turned to the mission page with a little nervousness, staring at the latest mission, and his lips curled up.

The second ring of the main mission: approval from peers. Use one hundred new nine-star dishes to conquer the stomachs of 100 chefs and gain their recognition. The time limit is 100 days.

Mission reward: Three thousand skill proficiency

Mission failed: No new tasks can be accepted within one year

The rewards for this second ring task are not high and the punishments are quite heavy. If you cannot take on tasks for a year, it means that you will not be able to continue to improve your realm without the proficiency in your martial arts.

This seems a bit too cruel.

This is not the peaceful era in my hometown, where the state of stagnation is stagnant, so wouldn’t it become another Chiaofura in the present?

Fortunately, the mission time limit is relatively long and it does not limit the specific level of the chefs in the same industry. I have seen many small restaurants before, and those demon chefs should be considered.

Don't make a famous cooking race like a halfling, otherwise Jevre wouldn't mind fighting with the yaomozi letter.

According to Ziofra, there is only one half-ling in the entire Modav territory, and it is still the lord's heart, which outsiders can't see.

Even the famous Tianling Castle only took several years to see a mysterious halfling, giving some powerful figures a ton of stomachs.

This task is not difficult, but it still needs Ziofra to help, otherwise he would not plan to run around in this "bloody battle".

However, it's still a long time, so let's take a break before talking about it.

As Jevre thought about it, he collapsed on the soft white animal skin and fell asleep.

After a refreshed awakening, it was three hours later that Jevre, who had no sense of urgency, slowly washed up and found Ziofra leisurely.
Chapter completed!