hsntnovel Chapter 121 The Sensitivity of the Sword Grass Beast
Chapter 121 The Sensitivity of the Sword Grass Beast
People feel refreshed during happy events, the shadow world is dark, and the purple sky can't help but be more pleasing to the eye.
He walked with a wave of energy. This feeling of being powerful and having everything under control made Xingyang extremely confident.
As his strength increased, his height also increased from more than four meters to more than 6 meters.
Rang Xingyang couldn't help but feel as if he was a little taller even when he looked at a monster that was dozens of meters tall.
"I haven't been to the death field for two days. I don't know how many familiar monsters are left. Have you missed yourself?"
Xingyang thought to himself, with a sly smile on his lips.
Although Xingyang's strength has now exceeded the level of a 4th-level king-level monster, his preparation hall is still that of a 3rd-level king-level monster.
The strength of the magicians in the Death Purgatory Field is tested once a month. If the strength exceeds the current level, the information on the magician medal will be updated once.
The preparation site has only been changed once.
Nowadays, the information on Xingyang's Mage Medal still states that the third-level king-level monster is still available. Of course, one can only go to the preparation hall for the third-level king-level monster.
One month is already a very short time compared to the years of Warcraft, which can be as short as thousands of years or as long as tens of thousands of years.
Improving your strength in a month won't improve you much. At most, it can only be a few dozen points, which is considered to be the best.
The improvement in strength can be said to be minimal, so it is reasonable to test the strength in the Death Purgatory Field once a month.
However, no one would have thought that Xingyang would spend two days absorbing and practicing with the best demon spirits day and night.
Moreover, it was the first time to practice with magic spirit stone. The resistance was very small, and the upper limit of the supernatural energy index was directly increased by nearly 500 points.
If he knew that Juebi was going to capture Xingyang and study it carefully, he would have eaten some spiritual material from heaven and earth, possessed some treasure, etc.
Modifying the message on the magician's medal is a trivial matter.
You can't tell the strength of a Warcraft from its appearance unless the difference is huge.
Of course, it is impossible for Xingyang to take the initiative to report his improvement in strength. He has already reached the level 4 king level monster.
So Xingyang calculated that he was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger and got into the third-level king-level strange monster.
The footsteps were very light and made almost no sound. It was not until Xingyang's entire body appeared in the preparation hall that any monsters noticed it.
"Demon...Demon Crocodile!"
The monsters who were familiar with Xingyang couldn't help but exclaimed, while most of the monsters around who didn't know Xingyang looked at Xingyang curiously.
It turned out that there was nothing else, just an ordinary race, the Demon Crocodile.
I wanted to ask those monsters who exclaimed, but many of them remained silent and just frowned slightly.
Only a few of the inquiring monsters got answers and knew the power of Xingyang.
Xingyang also took a quick glance and found that most of them were unfamiliar faces, and only a few appeared in his memory.
Among them, five magical beasts, including the Dragon Tyrant Beast and the Sword Grass Beast, which made Xingyang fearful, were still in their original positions.
"Does this mean that the War Preparation Hall is your own home?!" Xingyang couldn't help complaining in his heart.
But he still came to sit down between Sword Grassmon and Barbarian Bearmon as if nothing had happened.
"Hey! I haven't seen the Demon Crocodile for two days. Is this a breakthrough?! His aura is obviously stronger, and his height has grown a lot!"
"I'm afraid that among the third-level king-level monsters, there really aren't many that can match you!"
"But you can only stay for more than 20 days at most. Next time you test your strength, you will go to the Level 4 Warcraft Zone!"
The bear beast looked very happy and said hello to Xingyang.
After that, he talked a little meaningfully about Xingyang's strength breaking through a small level.
You don't need to think about Xingyang to know that Barbarian Bear Beast wants to express, "You can only be arrogant for more than 20 days. If you go to the 4th level king level magic beast area, you have to keep your tail between your legs and be a human being, or stop being a magician!"
But Xingyang didn't care. A month later, he might have broken through the 5th or even 6th level monster.
He would have run away by then, and it was useless to get tested. If he went to get tested, he would not be arrested on the spot.
"A lucky break!"
Xingyang was extremely humble.
"Your improvement has been huge, and the pressure you put on me is far stronger than before!"
"Did you eat some kind of heavenly material?!"
At this time, a cold and cold voice came from the side. It was the Sword Grass Beast who was wiping his sword.
The voice was so low that even the Barbarian Bear Beast couldn't hear it clearly, and he looked at the Sword Grass Beast curiously.
It was probably because he was afraid of causing commotion among other monsters around him and attracting the attention of the higher-ups of the Death Purgatory Field. He didn't want Xingyang to get into unnecessary trouble.
But Xingyang was still agitated, and after his expression changed slightly, he returned to normal.
So he also lowered his voice, and through precise control of the strange energy, it was like transmitting sound into a secret.
He passed the voice directly to the ears of the sword grass beast and said:
"How can ordinary monsters like us eat the spiritual materials from heaven and earth you mentioned!"
Xingyang's voice was slightly bitter and helpless, and he wanted to test whether the Sword Grass Beast really felt something, or whether he was just guessing.
Soon a voice sounded in Xingyang's ears, but no other monsters around him paid attention.
"Because I can feel that the supernatural energy in your body is much more condensed than before. This is not like a level that can be achieved just after a breakthrough."
"It's an effect that can only be achieved after you have been promoted to at least half a minor level, and your control over supernatural energy has reached a certain level!"
The sword grass beast was still wiping the sword on its surface, but the sharp and cold words made Xingyang frown.
The Sword Grass Beast can actually roughly judge other people's control of supernatural energy and the improvement of their strength.
This does not mean that his control over supernatural energy is at least similar to his own now, or even beyond.
Xingyang had the urge to kill the beast, but after thinking about where he was now, he decided not to do it.
"Every beast has its own secret. I can't say it casually. Don't worry!"
"With your current strength, I'm afraid no one in this hall can match you!"
The Sword Grass Beast suddenly stopped wiping its sword and let out a sigh.
Xingyang glanced at the sword grass beast slightly, and became more vigilant towards him.
Barbarian Bearmon looked at Xingyang with a smile.
The look in his eyes seemed to say, I know everything you just said.
This made Xingyang confused, and he thought to himself: "Is it because I have been too sensitive recently, and I look like a bad person in everything?!"
Shaking his head slightly, sorting out his thoughts, Xingyang glanced at the Barbarian Bear Beast and said angrily:
"What are you looking at?! If you look at it again, your eyes will explode!"
After saying that, he applied for the competition with the Magic Medal, and planned to close his eyes, rest in peace, and stop caring about other things.
But as soon as he closed his eyes, Xingyang felt a vague gaze looking towards him.
This made Xingyang suddenly open his eyes and look at the gaze he felt.
He saw a dark purple monster with eight ruby-like blood-red eyes that looked like a scorpion looking at him.
Feeling Xingyang's gaze, the other party instantly withdrew his gaze and pretended to have seen it accidentally.
But how could Xingyang be so easy to deceive, so he looked carefully. The more he looked, the uglier his face became, and there was a look of infinite shock.