The Dark King

On the training ground.

Du Dean stood upside down in a frog arm posture, and the left hand's fingers gently rubbed the sand on the ground. Although the left hand was not conscious, the effect of the left hand movement was replaced by vision, which can help a little. By constantly rubbing the sand like this Small things, such as the flexibility of the fingers and the sense of movement, although the effect is far less than doing things like sculpting that strive for strength, but at the moment, exercise arm endurance, the fingers are idle, even if only a point of effect, it is worth going do.

In the absence of consciousness, the most difficult problem is that it is impossible to determine the state of your arm, and you can’t even feel it with your fist and hand extended, so you can only exercise with visual assistance.But when fighting, it is too late to stare at the enemy's movements. How can you spare your attention to your hand?Therefore, it is necessary to exercise the left hand's sense of activity into an instinct to be able to play a role.

Like him now, the left hand sometimes pulls the door and ends the cup, which may cause damage, just like the waste arm.

time flies.

Lead-grey radiant clouds cover the sky thickly, and the light is gloomy. Now the season is about to enter the black snow season. Everything is in depression. Even if it is a monster outside the wall, most of them go back to the nest to sleep, and rarely come out of the black snow season to hunt. Monsters, and this season is also the peak season for hunters, don't worry about encountering the tide, it is easy to meet the order hunters, and it is also easy to hit the dormant monsters.

All of a sudden, it was noon.

Expansion of the training ground, carrying a few gaps in the stone pier, Cage was tired and sweating, and the steel nails on his shoulders were painful. He didn’t dare to do too violently, so as not to tear the wound, and wait for him to be almost tired. Looking back at Du Dean on the open ground, he saw that the teenager was still standing upside down like a stone sculpture, his right arm trembling slightly, and his left arm standing still.

"Left-handed? Endurance is quite good." A glance of admiration flashed in Cachi's eyes. Previously, when he expanded the training ground, he turned back to supervise Du Dean from time to time, but found that this teenager was more self-disciplined than he had imagined. , And the endurance is extremely strong. According to his speculation, Du Dean can be good for five hours. This is a hard work for senior hunters. After all, the arm maintains a posture. The longer the time, the more difficult it will be. Times growth.

The world in Du Di'an's eyes is also upside down. When he saw Cage resting, he immediately said: "Hurry up and expand, don't want to be lazy!"

Catch raised his eyebrows, rubbing his hands and said: "I still have the mind to supervise me? It seems to be too kind to you."

"If you want to talk, work and talk, so efficient." Du Dean said indifferently.

Cage pumped muscles on his face, snorted, and turned to carry the stone pier.

Half an hour later, Du Di'an fell on his toes, rolled over and stood up, shook his sore right hand, and said to Cachi: "Go back to dinner and continue in the afternoon." After that, he turned and left the training ground.

Cage exhaled softly, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and turned and followed quickly.

Du Dean returned to the living room of the old castle and looked at the elegant middle-aged man in the hall. His face was a little surprised. He said: "Are you?" In fact, when the former came in the morning, he smelled the other person's odor. Lobbyists from other consortia.

The elegant middle-aged man saw Du Dean, who came back from the sweat, quickly got up from the chair and smiled: "Du Shen makes you hello, coming here on behalf of the Green Consortium, and wants to talk to you about the sale of new magic."

Nicotine next to him saw Du Dean finished training and ordered the maid to hand over a towel to wipe the sweat.

Du Dean nodded slightly, came to the restaurant, poured himself a cup of tea, and said, "What price do you offer for the new divine art?"

The elegant middle-aged man did not expect Du Di'an to be so direct, but it also saved him from wasting some tongues, and immediately said: "Our price is absolutely satisfactory to you. Buy at the price of Samsung Zhongpin Divine Art. What do you think?"

Du Di'an was a little surprised. He used to look down on it. I didn't expect that this Green consortium, like the Scott consortium, had a big business and dared to make such a high price without seeing anything.However, this also proves his current worth, which is far from comparable when he first escaped from the prison.In order to prepare for the 100,000 gold coins to rent the giant wall channel, he had to run around, consuming a lot of thoughts and energy. Now sitting at home, he has not done anything, and some people have come to the door to send money. The price is at least 100,000 gold coins.

However, he can also understand that after all, he has produced two divine arts before and after, one is a new type of textile machine, legendary level, with a meaning of reform, and the other is a four-star top grade, which established his identity. The luck of a hit, and the assurance of these two magic techniques, gave these consortia such strong confidence.

The pupil of the nicotine next to "Samsung Middle Class..." contracted slightly. Although the previous reaction from the elegant middle-aged people showed that Du Di'an was not an ordinary god, he did not expect it to be higher than he thought. Dare to give such a price without seeing it, is it not to prove that Du Di'an's magical attainment is far from Samsung's magical level?Is it a master?

If Du Dean is about thirty years old, he might think so, but he is a teenager right now!

In the ardent eyes of the elegant middle-aged, Du Dian thought for a moment and slowly shook his head: "Thank you for the kindness of the consortium, but this matter is still forgotten."

"Forget it?" The elegant middle-aged man was stunned. He didn't expect that such a price would be refused. He couldn't help saying: "Why? Mr. Du, have you signed a contract with another consortium?"

"No." Du Di'an said bluntly that he did not give up: "This price, I can't accept it. By the way, I trouble you. With my words, my new magic is almost completed and can be booked in advance, but the price is five-star magic. "

"Five Star Divine Art?!" The elegant middle-aged man's eyes glared and almost didn't bite his tongue. He looked at Du Di'an in amazement and said, "Du, Mr. Du, are you right?"

Du Di'an solemnly said: "Yes, five-star magic price."

The elegant middle-aged man was convinced that he had not heard it wrong, and for a moment, said with a bitter smile: "Mr. Du, why are you doing this? Even if you want to refuse, you don't have to do this, or if you say a price, what about Samsung's top grade?"

Nicotine's heart beat, Samsung top grade?This is the base price given by the Green consortium?Is it too much to look at this kid?

Du Dian shook his head slightly and said, "The price of the five-star divine art will not be reduced by one point."

The elegant middle-aged man saw Du Dean's so determined appearance, opened his mouth, and grinned helplessly, thinking of such a price, the ghost was willing to buy, after all, it was a young frantic!

Think about it, but he dare not say these words. It is meaningless to offend others for no reason. He shook his head and turned to say goodbye.

Nicotine reacted and couldn't help but look at Du Dean twice, thinking that the price would be so low that he couldn't squeeze much.

Du Di'an saw Nicotine's gaze, knowing his thoughts, and shook his head slightly, expressing a courtesy.

Nicotine glanced at him and saw that he was not like blackmailing, doubting, but the surface responded quickly, sending the elegant middle-aged man out of the hall.

After the nicotine came back, Du Dean had ordered the maid to serve the dishes and prepare lunch.

Nicotine sat in his place, looking at Du Dean who was eating steak as usual, and couldn't help saying: "Master, are you a master of the element temple?"

Du Di'an didn't expect that he would draw such a conclusion for a long time, and said with a smile: "If it is a master, where do I need to save money and frugality?"

Nicotine thought, too, can't help but say: "If you are not a master, why would you refuse the Green Consortium, the price they have given is already very high, close to 200,000 gold coins, such an opportunity can be unattainable, is it your new god The technique has been identified in the temple, has it been confirmed as a five-star divine technique?"

Du Dian smiled slightly and said, "I don't have such a strong relationship, but I am confident."

"Confidence?" Nicotine glanced at confidence?

The people sitting on both sides of the table, such as Guinness and Lao Jin, were surprised when they heard nicotine. The black scar swallowed and said, "What two hundred thousand gold coins, what five-star magic?"

Cach knew that Du Di'an was a god envoy when he bought the raw materials yesterday, and the position was higher, but he didn't expect to be so ridiculously high that he could make a five-star divine art. Even if he is not a master, he is very close.

Ginice's eyes flickered, silently looking at Du Dean.

After lunch, Du Dean took a short break and continued to return to the training ground with Cage. This time he still practiced frog standing, but he let Cage stack a few lead plates on his feet, with a total weight of 300. The weight is about twice as much as the weight, and the effect of exercise is greatly improved.

Cach looked at Du Dean so desperately, raised his eyebrows slightly, said nothing, and continued his expansion project.

Just two hours later, Du Dean felt aching and trembling in his right hand. He knew that, apart from the weight added to his feet, it was mainly because his arm fatigue had not eased in the morning. He immediately clenched his teeth and insisted.

Sweat slid down the bridge of the nose into the eyebrows, and then flowed into the hair along the eyebrows. Soon, the accumulated sweat dripped from the hair and fell on the sand to soak the sand.

Time started to slow down, every minute and every second was extremely difficult, Du Dean could hardly think about other things, and use all his mind on how to divert his attention. At this time, he suddenly felt that the left hand lost consciousness is a kind of happiness, regardless of the right How does the arm sore, the left hand still does not feel the slightest, but he knows that the degree of strain on the left hand is the same as that of the right arm. When the right arm can't eat enough, the same is true for the left hand. If you are overworked, muscle damage will occur.

Catch looked at Du Dean's body trembling slightly, knowing that he had reached the limit, and sneered secretly.

It was getting dark, and the sunset shone on the training ground, stretching the two figures.

Cage was tired and sweating, looking back while wiping the sweat, but saw Du Dean still standing upright, his body trembling slightly higher than before, but still controlling the lead plate on his feet did not tilt down .

"Damn the devil!" Catch gritted his teeth secretly, gloomy, thinking about other difficult training.

After a moment, Du Dean shook his feet, threw the lead aside, stood on his feet, gasped, wiped the sweat from his body, and said to Cage: "Go, go back and eat."

Cage said dissatisfiedly: "I didn't stop, who told you to stop, didn't you say that on the training ground, am I an instructor?"

Du Di'an stunned, glancing at him sideways, said: "Will we continue?"

Cage snorted and said, "Of course."

Du Dean glanced at him and said, "Yes." The frog stood up again and asked Cage to put the lead on his feet. After he set it up, he said, "Go ahead, too early, don't stop working."

Cage's face changed slightly, he gritted his teeth, and turned to carry the stone pier.

When the sky was almost black, the two still competed on the training ground, during which nicotine called twice to eat, but both were ignored.At about 7 o'clock in the evening, Cage suddenly felt his shoulders wet and touched his hand. He suddenly felt sticky and exuded a smell. Although the light was dark and he could not see the color, he immediately knew that he was himself Blood stains bursting from the shoulder blade wound!