100043527 Chapter 619 Regarding the issue of naming...
"Junior Brother Wu, your control is getting better and better."
It has been half a month since I returned to the camp. On this day, Carlos, me, and Seattle. I was still fighting and killing in the training ground, receiving the devilish training from the old drunkard. After the melee, Carlos recovered from the moon wolf state. The panting Carlos took a few steps forward, patted me on the shoulder and praised me.
"It's still far from enough. If you take it seriously, I won't be able to support you for ten minutes."
I replied somewhat depressedly, if Carlos was very energetic, I would have no power to fight back. Just like before, I was suppressed miserably.
Some people may say that in the finals of the martial arts competition, Wang Dao learned how to transform into a moon wolf, and he fought with Carlos in a lively manner. Why, after practicing for several months now, do I become more and more confused?
Already?
Please give up this idealism of the protagonist as soon as possible. Compared with when Wang Xiaowang learned how to transform into a moon wolf. I have indeed made a lot of progress now, especially after the battle with Yizuer, I learned a lot about the use and display of freezing power from it. The rate of improvement has been increasing by leaps and bounds in recent times.
However, improving yourself does not mean that others will stand still and let you catch up. Especially Carlos, whose talent is already astonishingly high. In addition, the strong motivation to take back Angelil from the angel clan, combined with the training of the old drunkard, made the progress faster.
Now, Carlos's melee combat skills are not inferior to Seattle's. You must know that in the martial arts competition half a year ago, Seattle's can still beat Carlos in close combat. Moreover, during this period, he didn't spend more time practicing than Carlos. Loss is less, but on the contrary, there is much more. This shows Carlos' progress.
It doesn't mean that Seattle's talent is worse than Carlos's. A fighting maniac like him has a stronger obsession with power than anyone else. The reason for this is because his current power has reached the peak of the pseudo-realm. She is in the bottleneck period, just like a woman who is ten months pregnant. When fighting, the strength in her body always has a shyness that "cannot speak yet, but still holding the pipa half-hiding", which makes Seattle, who always loses control at critical moments. Ke, I feel very depressed and can’t learn anything.
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If he can get through this level, he will break through the pseudo-realm and reach domain-level strength. At that time, he will usher in another peak of growth.
As for me, it’s depressing to say that the gap between Moon Wolf Transformation and Carlos has widened. On the one hand, it’s because even though I have the protagonist’s halo cheat, I still lose to Carlos in terms of improvement speed. On the other hand, it’s because of the old drunkard. teach.
You know, in the finals with Carlos, when he first learned how to transform into the Moon Wolf, Carlos still had some concerns about my insight and illusion ability. However, in the past few months, the old drunkard has been dedicated to how to deal with me. of insight and illusion. I gave Carlos a small start, but now he has been severely restrained.
There is no way, who has not mastered the insight and illusion skills, especially the insight. He is always tempted by the flaws that Carlos sells and gets counterattacked. After all, there is still a qualitative gap in combat experience. Once Carlos finds a way to crack it, his insight cannot make up for this gap. .
On the other hand, it's the same as Seattle. My moon wolf transformation also fell into a pound. Among the strange bottlenecks, it is strange because unlike Seattle, who is in the critical state of breaking through the pseudo-realm and has not even touched the threshold of the pseudo-realm, the strange thing is that he has obviously mastered the freezing power to a certain extent. To a certain extent, I feel confident that I can control more power, but I feel like I can’t hold back my energy.
I tried the blood bear transformation and was in a relatively low state, no matter how hard I tried. It can't improve too much. It seems that there is not a problem with Moon Wolf's transformation, but that there is something wrong with his entire power system.
This made me depressed but also relieved. After all, I was familiar with the blood bear transformation. There was still a clue to find out what went wrong. If only the moon wolf transformation that I was not familiar with had emerged. Problem, finding the cause is even more troublesome.
Boy, have you figured out the reason? "
The old drunkard held a wine bottle in one hand and walked over with drunken steps and asked. Before the person arrived, a smell of Er Er smelled over him.
"I'm not sure, maybe it's because of the level. After all, I've been at level thirty-nine for quite a while. Maybe if I upgrade a few levels, the power of Moon Wolf and Blood Bear can continue to improve."
I thought for a while and replied. I opened the attribute box and looked at the experience points. There was still a little bit left. I almost only needed to go outside and kill a few groups of fallen demons to get enough experience to reach level 40.
"Well, I think it's probably the reason for this. Don't underestimate level just because of experience and skills. Level, attributes and skills are the three foundations of our adventurers. If we don't lay a good foundation, we won't be able to learn anything. "
The old drunkard nodded and said, just as a teacher, her rich experience and every pound of advice cannot be overstated. If you can ignore her bad words, Personality, overall, he is a respectable person.
Having said that, the campground has been much peaceful during this period. The fundamental reason is that Seattle Ke pesters the old drunkard to practice every day, which saves her a lot of time to cause trouble. Occasionally, when she goes to the bar, she can hear the surprise and joy of the bosses.
Only Old Man Farah's private experiments became intensified because Akala was given a few days off during this period. Not only during the day, but also at night when he was sleeping, he could occasionally hear explosions that resounded over the entire small camp.
"By the way, have you thought about it?" He took a sip of wine and said "ha" with satisfaction, exhaling the smell of alcohol that made people stay away. The old drunkard
"What have you thought about?"
I asked, rolling my eyes in disgust and taking a few steps back.
"Didn't I just mention it to you a few days ago? You never took my words to heart, you bastard!" The old drunkard stared and smashed the wine bottle over, but I dodged it deftly.
"A few days ago" Oh, I remembered it. "After thinking for a while, I finally knew what the old drunkard was asking.
"You should change your mind."
After giving me a speechless look, the old drunkard made a very pertinent suggestion.
A few days ago, when I was going home with an old drunkard, she once asked me about the future development path of her own physical strength.
Although both the blood bear transformation and the moon wolf transformation are very strong, this power is based on the strength of the original body to a certain extent. In other words, the stronger the body, the stronger the transformation. This is something that even fools know.
Therefore, where should my ontology develop? This is indeed a question.
As a body, a thirty-ninth level druid, I have not even reached the state of mind now. The state of mind is a state that can be achieved by understanding. With the transformation of moon wolf and blood bear, I have the strength. Once you arrive, you can cross this hurdle effortlessly.
But the problem is that his Moon Wolf and Blood Bear broke the precedent. A person has two states of mind at the same time. This is also the problem. After having enough strength, one's own body. Which state of mind should we choose to develop? Is it the heart of madness or the heart of insight? Both are advanced states of mind, making it difficult to choose.
In some ways, the choice of state of mind determines the future path of an adventurer, so I have no choice but to choose carefully.
Of course, there is another way, which is to choose neither, rely on your own breakthrough, and gain the ability to have a state of mind again. Anyway, it is unprecedented for one soul to have two states of mind. Make more noise. The third type, a three-party battle, is not an unprecedented thing. It is called that. By the way, a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.
In fact, no matter what kind of power I develop, the old drunkard guesses that as long as my body reaches the pseudo-realm strength, through the accumulation of the body, the blood bear and the moon wolf, the overall strength will break through the pseudo-realm and reach the realm level. In the eyes of the observer, it is like reaching a level in the sky, but to me, it is as easy as drinking boiled water.
Of course, it must be noted that in unlucky times, drinking boiled water can cause strangulation.
Therefore, as long as I can continue to live happily while upgrading my experience, I will not die. Reaching the level of the realm is a matter of course and there is no bottleneck. The problem is that the old drunkard thinks that my body develops a state of mind outside of the two and creates a third pseudo realm. The combination of these three different pseudo-domains will form a domain strength that will,
Well, that's a little more interesting.
Wouldn't it be stronger? If it's just more interesting, why should I bother with that? strength! !
"The realizations of the three pseudo-realms are mixed together. Aren't you afraid that I won't be able to synthesize the realm by then. Are you busy just because you explode?" I looked at the old drunkard with dissatisfaction.
"Anyway, if you can't combine the three kinds of food, you will explode and die, so now the two kinds are almost enough." The old drunkard explained.
After all, the result is still the same: Aren’t dead pigs afraid of being scalded by boiling water?
"Let it go."
Rolling my eyes, I had secretly decided in my heart that unless there was some chance encounter, I would choose one of the two moods and break through directly. Who has the spare time? Let’s start all over again just for the fun of it!
As for which one to choose, I’ll tell you at that time. If nothing else happens, I will decide by tossing a coin.
"Let's put this aside and talk about it later. You can help me see this trick again."
As I said that, I used the Moon Wolf transformation, and a large amount of freezing air gathered in my hands, forming a whirlpool-shaped ice mist that washed away like a mini version of the nebula. Then, when he held his hands, the ice mist spread out from his hands and turned into a super giant sword that was more than ten meters long and more than one meter wide.
This is the temporary name given to the decapitating sword that was truly realized during the battle in Carlos.
Compared with before, this frozen giant sword has been very different, with a wide and thick sword body. Although it can't be said to be sharp, there is a white mist swirling above it, like a huge vacuum cleaner. Smaller stones on the ground are sucked up by this mist, frozen into an ice lump, and then shattered into countless shiny ice crystals. .
In the past, after condensing into the Beheading Sword, I could not control the powerful freezing power in my hand. We can only swing it out quickly, now. I was able to use it as a weapon for a period of time. Although I couldn't control it for too long, the power of the Ice Decapitation Sword was obvious to all.
To put it simply, this move is a super-enhanced version of the Ice Scrape used against Yizuer.
The layer of mist surrounding it was imitating Yizuer's dark blue ice ball, with its terrifying suction force. At that time, Yizuer used the dark blue ice ball, and even Moon Wolf's speed could not escape that huge attraction. But now I imitate it myself. Even larger rocks cannot be sucked in. The difference is simply overwhelming.
But don't worry, you have to eat your food one bite at a time. If Yi Zuer's moves are really so easy to learn, then his title as the best warrior in the Yao Realm will be in vain.
Regarding the use of this aspect, I still need to ask the old drunkard for advice. After all, she eats more salt than I eat when it comes to the use of power.
"Well, not bad, yes
The old drunkard was not afraid of frostbite, so he put his face up and carefully observed the sword that exuded strong mist for a while. It was rare that he did not laugh at the suction force emanating from it, which was as powerful as a child's slingshot.
"Have you already thought of a name? Is it going to be the same as your blood bear energy cannon? Use it. The temporary name will become a permanent name."
Saying this, the old drunkard showed a look of disdain on his face. Carlos on the side also twitched his facial muscles slightly. Maybe Beidou Loved Po Yan Zhan would hand over the naming rights to this guy in front of him, which would become the biggest failure in his life. Decide.
"Hmph, don't underestimate me, I've already thought of a name."
"What does this best-not-say-I-don't-want-to-know expression mean? Didn't you ask first, huh?" I glanced at the three of them with an impatient expression.
"I suddenly lost interest, so let's just listen for a while." The old drunkard picked his ears, blew a breath, and responded casually.
"Hmph, you will be shocked when I hear the name." Unhappy with the old drunkard's attitude, I swung the giant sword hard, and the cold air on the sword spread wantonly. In an instant, the ground beneath his feet was frozen.
"I think I'll be shocked." The old drunkard said with a slightly subtle expression.
"Listen up, you humble humans. The name of my move is Super Martial God Tyrannical Slash." Do you hear it clearly? Wow haha"
"Why don't you say anything? You shouldn't be so surprised, right?"
"You! Are you an idiot?!"
The old drunkard looked indifferent, pointed straight at me, and complained mercilessly without hesitation.
"Why, what's wrong with this name? Isn't it great? It's handsome and domineering!" I tried to correct their distorted values.
"Tacky, too tacky. Only an idiot who has studied every word in Knight a hundred times would choose a name like this."
"Vulgarity is elegance, and simplicity is king!"
"It's so popular, so easy to understand. Why don't you just change your name to Wu Baqi? It's easy to understand, right? I'll just call you Wu Baqi from now on, no domineering!!"
"No, can't I change it?"
After succumbing to the lustful power of the old drunkard, I thought about it for a moment. Indeed, not all names can satisfy the condition of being both vulgar and elegant, just like stinky tofu and feces, although they are both smelly. But one is delicious, and the other is not edible at all.
Is "popular" still easy to understand? In other words, is it necessary to achieve the realm of "big sound and sound" and "elephant invisible"?
After taking a look at the long, square ice sword in my hand, I had the answer in my mind.
"Let's call it: Popsicle. This name is simple and easy to understand. You can understand it as soon as you hear it." I raised the ice sword high and said loudly.
"The contrast is too great! The contrast is too great, you idiot, why does the back of the Super Martial God Tyrannical Slash turn into a popsicle? Do you only have the Dragon Slayer Knight and Slime in your mind?!!"
As a result, this time, the old drunkard grabbed me by the collar and complained.
"Pinglong Warrior aside, what's wrong with slime? Isn't it cute? It's soft and bouncy.
The old drunkard had a big mouth, his face showed a desperate gray color, he let go of his hand and staggered a few steps. Staggeringly, he walked up to Seatik and Carlos, held their hands solemnly, and said with tears in his eyes.
"The important task of saving Darkness falls on you two.
Hey hey! !
"Hurry up and change it back. Just call it the Ice Beheading Sword. Don't change anything. Just call it the Ice Feihead Sword!!"
"Why do you have to decide my moves, ah!! I have decided that I will never give them any other names except Super Martial God Slash and Popsicle. I will choose from these two!!"
Seattleik and Carlos, who were watching, were stunned at the argument. They looked at each other, wiped the sweat from their foreheads, and quietly ran to the training ground to practice.
It turned out to be a fruitless quarrel. On the way, he experienced many times of force intimidation by the old drunkard but failed, which lasted until the sun went down. Only the old drunkard with a dry mouth had no choice but to give up. With a look of despair on his face, he supported his shaky body and returned to his hometown.
This was a great victory. Facing the pale back of the old drunkard who disappeared into the sunset, and my head covered with bruises stabbed by the handle of the spear, I made a gesture.
"How about calling it Alice's Popsicle?"
During dinner, I continued to talk about this great victory with the girls, and I was still talking about it, and suddenly I remembered the brushed pan that I had transformed from a blood bear."
Is it possible to add some prefix? I suggested after glancing at the little ghost.
"Forget it, I don't want to be thought of as a fool."
The little ghost chewed the dazzling and complete diamond as he chewed the after-dinner snack in small mouthfuls, just like a favored little squirrel, and complained without raising his head.
"By the way, sir, I also have something to discuss with you.
As if she suddenly remembered something, she put down her chopsticks and looked at me with her hands clasped together. The gentle smile on her pretty face was intoxicating.
"Can you also change the pan that uses Veras?"
In an instant, an indescribable courage emanated from Vilas's harmless smile. To use the terminology of the world, it means murderous intent! !
