Reincarnation: Demon Hunter

Chapter 41 The Night of the Fighting Field (3)

The broad battlefield is even more expansive when there are only four people. However, the atmosphere of the battlefield has not been reduced because of the small number of people-even if it is wrapped like a mummy, but Zhaka's The fighting spirit shot out from his eyes without concealment, and the empty battlefield seemed to be boiled.Reading net)

Ye Qi, who was stared at by the actual fighting spirit, only smiled. Even though Xhaka's fighting spirit was full, Ye Qi knew that Zhaka, who had been severely wounded by Alcatel, would definitely need more than half a hand. The cultivation of the month time is enough; therefore, even if the opponent is interested in fighting, Ye Qi will not have the slightest worry; of course, the curiosity of being called to the battlefield by the opponent still exists.

"As you said, I have successfully entered the semi-finals." For a simple strong like Zhaka, Ye Qi expressed his respect when speaking: "Your Excellency Zhaka, may I ask?"

"Yeah" Zhaka nodded, the warfare in his eyes diminished slightly, but suddenly asked Ye Qi, "Do you know what your shortcomings are when you attack?"

"Disadvantages?" Ye Qi was taken aback, then subconsciously asked: "What are the disadvantages?"

"You don't have outstanding skills to be able to freely display your own skills that surpass ordinary people," Zhaka said while looking at Ye Qi in a daze.

Skill?

Ye Qi frowned and groaned-when he received John's training, it was important to some basics about the demon hunter, and gunpowder weapons accounted for a large proportion; and because of the low skill level, he did not "Showing" the talent for using weapons; and then as the skill level reaches the proficiency level and expert level, he with system assistance does not pay attention to the training of skills; after all, every attack is perfected by the system. An attack is perfect

As for, freely display their skills beyond ordinary people?It’s not that he has thought about it, but that kind of skills are all secrets of various families or forces; with the attitude of each family or force, he wants to learn, even if it is paid a great price, it is as difficult as heaven.

However, creating skills is too difficult and time-consuming; he is really not suitable for this road when he is short of time. After all, if the same time is used to hone a certain skill, it is likely that a certain skill will be improved qualitatively. , Reaching a level above the expert level, or even higher; and once that time, he uses the level above the expert level or even a higher level as the main attack method, this technique is tasteless to him.

"It's enviable to be able to freely display my skills beyond ordinary people. It's the same for me, but I'm a commoner, but I don't have that kind of inheritance..." Ye Qi, who had recovered, said truthfully, but with a system. Supporting him, his self-confidence in his tone is beyond negligible: "I believe that even if I don’t have these skills, I can smoothly achieve the same realm as your Excellency Zhaka. I think of that time, these skills are also for me. Not that important anymore"

"Hahaha, very good." Looking at Ye Qi with a confident look, the appreciation in Zhaka's eyes was not concealed, and there was more appreciation like a confidant when he spoke: "Yes, this confidence can only have confidence. Only people can accomplish things that others cannot."

"However, although you only missed me by one step, this step is not easy to take." After a cheerful laugh, Zhaka finally said the purpose of calling Ye Qi tonight: "In order to enable you to achieve this step smoothly. I didn’t lose my life; therefore, I will teach you this technique."

"It's just for your kindness to help in the afternoon." Looking at Ye Qi with a surprised look, Zhaka explained it directly and finally evolved: "If I bear your kindness on my back, my sword will change the next time I meet. blunt"

...

The bustle of the Midwinter Festival dinner spreads in the central castle of the Demon Hunter. Even in the Tower of Thorns, the tower guards will improve the food for the prisoners to celebrate the Midwinter Festival; but in the Tower of Knowledge, it is It was deserted-the bookkeepers and copyists had left the Tower of Knowledge two days ago as usual and returned to their homes for a rare holiday; because they will return to the Tower of Knowledge two days after Midwinter to continue It lasts for a year, so at this moment, apart from the few tower guardians who should be in the Tower of Knowledge, only the bookshelves that need a ladder to reach the top are left, and there are countless books. .

The cold-faced man stood in front of Pedenange’s bed, and Pedenange who was breathing smoothly seemed to be asleep, and Pedenangue’s face in a drowsy state had a tranquility that would never appear when he was awake—— Even after several days of rest and careful recuperation, the handsome face of the cold-faced man is still thin and pale, but at this moment there is a trace of inscrutable emotion on his face.

There are worries, respect, and inexplicable traces...

"I said, buddy" with heavy footsteps, the giant man who changed back to his usual clothes walked in after knocking on the door, looking at the cold-faced man standing in front of Pedenange's bed, his brows frowned: "If you don't want to go back to the convalescent room of the Moonlit Tower again to face all kinds of ugly nourishments prepared by Lord Hessel, you should learn how to maintain your body."

"How about the Midwinter Festival dinner?" Facing the concern of his friends, the cold-faced man showed a slight smile on his thin face, and changed the subject without a trace: "Looking at your appearance, something bad must have happened. "

"This is really one of the worst of all Midwinter dinners I have encountered." The giant emphasized loudly, to show how unbearable this Midwinter dinner is in his mind: "If you let me find that for me For the guy who wrote the speech, I must give him a severe lesson."

"Really?" Looking at the angry giant, the grimace on the face of the cold-faced man couldn't help but thicken by three points: "At that time, you must call me and I will help you."

"Um sure"

...

Somewhere on the top of a mountain, inside a hot spring.

Kutcher, who was dressed neatly, tied her long hair neatly behind her head. An old but unbroken leather armor would not hinder Kutcher's heroic temperament, but the corners of her mouth can be clearly seen. Realized how bad her mood is

Damn bastard, two bad middle-aged men dropped me badly and went to find Ye Qi that stinky boy to let me catch, I must trample you two to death

Enid looked at Kutcher, whose eyes were about to breathe fire, and couldn't help but shrank his head, not daring to speak.