Chapter 72 The "Hard" Practice

"Muria, the armor derived from your bloodline is very good and hard, but it's not enough. Your mastery of power and the use of Titan martial arts are not enough. Your every move and every move lacks murderous aura."

Kleist, who had loose black hair, looked at Morea, who was panting heavily and his armor was cracked everywhere, and gave his advice very seriously.

"After you go back, take a good rest, and then let your spirit send you to the demon training ground to practice and sharpen your martial arts through endless killing."

"Come again!" Morea said breathlessly.

"It's boring, wait for you to use your martial arts skillfully before you fight me." Kleister turned around and walked towards his giant sword: "I don't have time to be your sparring partner to help you train your martial arts. Find those who are the same as you. A high-level Titan battle, don't look for me again."

The tall Titan turned around and pulled out his sword. A teleportation formation was slowly being constructed under his feet: "When fighting with other Titans, when practicing martial arts, don't use the armor derived from your dragon's blood."

"Huh!" Morea saw Titan Crest disappearing in front of him, exhaled a long breath, all the broken dragon armor on his body faded away, his strength was nearly exhausted, and the broken dragon armor on his body faded away. They have been unable to heal themselves.

"It's so strong!" Morea remembered the battle just now, and still had lingering fears. Kleist was far stronger than he imagined. He was crushed by Kleist in all directions. From the beginning to the end, he was passively defending. Is embarrassed.

"The giant can't compare with the Titan at all, the gap is too far." Morea sighed in a low voice, but immediately, a smile appeared on his face: "Although it is a bit embarrassing, it has greatly improved my martial arts. , a few more times, I don't need a dragon armor, I can get off with Gerald."

"It's a pity that he doesn't want to fight with me." Morea muttered in a low voice, "What is the devil training ground?"

"Master, are you teleporting back?" A familiar voice rang in Morea's ear, this was his Ling Casio's voice.

"Teleportation." Morea looked around at the empty arena except him, and saw the ground shattered because of his battle with Kleist just now. To his surprise, the ground seemed to have life. It is slowly recovering to its original state.

"Om!" The teleportation formation took shape at the feet of Moreya, and as the lines on the magic formation shone brightly, Moreya's figure disappeared into the empty arena.

"Welcome back, master." When Morea reappeared in the courtyard of his residence, Casio, who was translucent and illusory, bowed to Morea and saluted.

"Yeah." After Morea came back, he looked at several rough-looking houses in his residence, looked around at random, and chose the largest one and walked in.

Just like the appearance of the building, the interior of the house is equally rough and has nothing to do with the word delicate. The walls are pure natural light gray, and there are some special decorations on the walls.

"When did they put them in?" Morea came to the edge of the wall, looking at the rows of special "decorations" that flashed with cold light hanging on it, thinking helplessly.

"Qiang!" Morea took a double-edged battle axe from the wall, and when he started it, he felt a little sinking, and the weight was very heavy.

"It's very convenient, it's like it was made for me." Morea gently waved the battle axe, and a shallow cold light flew out and submerged into the ground.

"Tsk, is this some kind of special metal mixed with it!" Morea sighed in a low voice when she saw a shallow scar that was dozens of meters long on the ground.

"Master, all the weapons in your room are tailor-made for you, as a transition before you have your own exclusive weapons, so please use them well until they are all broken."

"It's all about breaking, hey,

So how many fights do I have to fight? Morea gently stroked the blade of the battle axe. He couldn't tell what metal it was forged with, but he was sure that it was definitely not doped with legendary metals. It seemed like an alloy of several special metals was used. .

Morea put the battle axe in his hand back on the wall and hung it, and looked at the various weapons hanging on the wall, including swords, spears, swords and halberds, axes and forks, all kinds of weapons.

"There are too many types of these weapons." Morea looked at his spirit.

"This is so that you can choose the most suitable weapons for you in the process of using them, so the types of weapons must be complete." Casio responded.

"Okay!" Morea responded, and then walked towards the only piece of furniture in his room, a bed, or, in other words, this huge rock with a neatly cut and smooth surface.

"A little enjoyment, there is nothing for entertainment." Muria sighed helplessly when he saw the only furniture in his room, and then lay down neatly. He is very tired now.

"Master, for Titans, fighting is the best enjoyment, and killing chaotic creatures is the best entertainment." Casio said lightly.

"Bullshit, what's the point of living?" Morea waved his hand impatiently. He would never accept this idea now, "Casio, do you have anything to eat? I'm hungry."

In the battle with the Golden Tier 5 Titan Lester, Morea was constantly injured and the dragon armor on his body was constantly shattered. Sturt stopped fighting.

"Wait a moment, Master."

"..." Morea, who was lying on the stone bed, turned his head slightly, and then saw the three piles of element spar by his bed, "What is this?"

"Your food."

Morea sat up and picked up a spar full of fire elements. The elemental energy contained was more abundant and purer than the element crystals on his Taiji Island. It seemed to be a spar made of compressed fire elements.

"Titans eat this kind of elemental spar to supplement the consumption?" Morea asked with a blank expression.

"Minor Titans are supplemented by wind and thunder element spar, and adult Titans do not need to eat."

"That's it." Morea stared at the dazzling fire element crystal shining with scarlet aura in her hand, hesitated for a moment, then brought it to her mouth, opened her mouth wide, and bit her snow-white teeth.

A dragon is a creature with a wide range of recipes. The dragon's stomach even digests inorganic substances. In layman's terms, when the dragon can't find anything to eat, it can eat soil to fill its stomach. This is a kind of food that can never starve to death. creature.

As a higher-level existence than dragons, Titans have a wider range of recipes than dragons. In fact, the higher the level of life forms, the wider the recipes. Picky eating is a problem of low-level creatures. Titans and dragons are two creatures that can eat almost anything.

"Crack!" The crimson spar was sent to the mouth by Morea and shattered, and then he swallowed it in one bite.

"No taste! But..." Morea put his hand on his chest, and after swallowing the fire element spar, he could feel a fiery warm current pouring from his stomach to all over his body, "The warm , very comfortable."

"Kacha!" "Kacha!"... Morea, who had experienced the feeling of directly swallowing elemental crystals, grabbed the elemental crystals of wind, thunder and fire in front of her without hesitation, and sent them one by one to her mouth.

As Morea continued to devour elemental crystals, he became more and more energetic and no longer sluggish before. Morea's golden eyes began to shine, as if there were thunderbolts shining in them, and the black shoulder-length hair fluttered under the power overflowing from him.

"Crack!" Morea put the last thunder element spar from Casio into his mouth, chewed it and swallowed it, raised his eyes that had begun to bloom with golden light, and looked at the illusory Casio: "Give it to me again. I haven't eaten enough of those."

"Master, you have eaten enough, you can't eat any more."

"Yeah!" It was only when Morea noticed his body, the fine thunder was flashing, the cyan wind was surrounding, a layer of light golden flame was burning, and he still had a feeling of fullness, just like the previous life. feel the same.

"The strength is completely restored." Morea stepped off the stone bed and stood up, pieces of broken dragon scale armor emerged, and as these broken dragon armors were quickly healed at the cost of consuming the abundant strength in Moreya's body.

"Phew! It's really comfortable." Morea moved her body and repaired the power consumed by the dragon scale armor, which just made Moreya's feeling of fullness disappear, and the whole person became refreshed.

Casio on the side smiled when she saw Moreya's satisfied look on her face. The amount of elemental crystals she prepared for Moreya was not random.

"Master, do you still need it now?"

"No more." Morea waved his hand, "I'm going to meditate and rest now."

"You can call my name if you need to, Master." After speaking, the gentle spirit turned into a little light and disappeared.

"Tsk, it's really high-end." Morea slammed and sighed, then sat cross-legged on the stone bed, closed his eyes and meditated. When he was on Taiji Island, Morea had already used meditation. instead of sleep.

In Moria's view, meditation is an alternative way of sleeping and resting. Compared with normal sleep, meditation can increase a little bit of mental power every day. Over time, the increase in spiritual power is also very objective.

This is a very good way of practice. It is not wrong to practice and sleep, except that it consumes a lot of money. Because mental power cannot grow out of thin air, in the final analysis, it still needs to consume the body's blood energy at the expense.

After closing his eyes and meditating, Morea did not find that after he entered the state of meditation, a magic circle with a little fluorescent light appeared silently on the stone bed under him, and after the magic circle appeared, Moreya His breathing was more gentle, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised unconsciously.

"Casio, I'm hungry." When Morea, who had meditated for a night, opened his eyes, he immediately shouted at the emptiness, and then he noticed the magic circle that began to hide under him.

"This is..." Morea felt the underside of her body and became ordinary again, and she felt the bed with a peculiar roughness of the rock, recalling the pattern she just saw: "The assistant for meditation The magic circle, that group of guys, isn't it a killing weapon? When was this auxiliary magic circle engraved?"

"Master, your food." Casio's illusory figure condensed in the air, and almost at the same time, three piles of neatly placed elemental spar appeared beside Morea.

This time, Morea saw clearly that the elemental spar he ate was also transmitted through a small and exquisite magic circle.