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Calton rambled on for a long time, trying to get Werther to back off. What happened next almost made him break down.
He seemed to be made of pure silver, with a five-clawed divine dragon coiled around his staff. It roared malevolently and roared towards the sky, as if he wanted to break through the Heavenly Dao and make a new world for himself. This was a divine dragon forged according to the image of the divine dragon he knew from his previous life.
If the wings were removed, the dragon would be like a giant lizard. Although the dragon race was also very powerful, but to the legendary Dragon Clan of China, whose strength could call the wind and summon the rain, and was even comparable to the Great Luo Golden Immortal, they were undoubtedly too weak. Perhaps the legendary Dragon God of the dragon race could be compared to them.
He stretched out his hand and gently caressed it, as if caressing the most precious thing in his heart, and mumbled, "Good fellow, you're the first weapon I came to this world with. In the future, you have to follow me and achieve the Great Dao, return to our ancestral village, and if you succeed, I'll call you Coiling Dragon Staff!"
When he said "without the strength of a Silver Warrior, you won't be able to carry it at all." When he said "without the strength of a Gold Warrior, you will lose your strength after a few moves," Werther shouted, and with a shake of his hand, he pulled out a rod and started practicing his pole technique. Sometimes he swept, sometimes he pressed down, sometimes he moved left like a tiger, and sometimes he moved right like a snake.
With a long howl, the long rod left the mountain like a ferocious flood dragon, swaying its head and tail as it moved forward and backward. As it moved forward, the atmosphere in the laboratory suddenly dropped by several degrees, and one could only see a mass of silver light, like a silver thread, being overturned as it spewed out endless power and conception. This kind of staff technique was completely related to the cultivation of the devil sect. It emphasized a crazed will that allowed one to be invincible and forge ahead bravely, while the devil sect's martial arts focused on being soft and secretive. For example, the Sky Demon Sky Cracking Palm, which was firm and flexible, was activated with the cultivation of the devil sect's heart. It was extremely powerful, but it consumed a bit too much of one's vitality.
With Werther's current cultivation level, he could only barely finish displaying the three hundred and sixty-five variations of the first palm strike. Once he struck it out, he would need half a year to recover his vitality. However, this staff technique was the exact opposite. It was the most powerful and most powerful technique. The creator of this technique, the senior from the Devil Sect, had learned from the Buddhist Sect's Diamond Protection cultivation technique. It was suitable for warriors with strong physiques and tough bodies to use.
The biggest feature was that apart from the exquisite and powerful moves, it did not consume the slightest bit of inner strength. It only relied on the exertion of strength from the body. Of course, when used together with inner strength, the might would be greater. In the past, the Demon Sovereign had a disciple who specialized in body training and did not practice magic. Just by relying on this staff technique, he had killed six of the Golden Body Arhat experts of the Great Snowy Mountain's Maha Temple. In the end, it was the abbot of the temple who requested for the suppression of the temple's treasure. Now that this staff art had reappeared with Werther in this foreign world, it would definitely once again shine brilliantly, causing the gods in the sky to be silenced and create a great path to heaven!
Werther finished a set of eighty-four techniques, gathered his staff, and quietly adjusted his breathing. His face was not red, and all the muscles and bones all stood still, without the slightest bit of discomfort. When they looked up, they saw that Calton and Hobbs had their mouths wide open, as if two duck eggs were stuffed inside. They scratched their heads and said, "Sorry, I was too forgetful earlier. I really like this Coiling Dragon stick. Master Calton, thank you so much."
Calton circled around Werther up and down for a long time as he muttered to himself, "Don't tell me that your family is the reincarnation of the War God? I am a monster, and my son is a little monster! " Pinching his muscles, "Tsk tsk, this small body is actually the strength of a Gold Warrior? Damn it, someone even said that a princess and the grandson of a duke in your imperial family were geniuses in cultivation, and compared to you, they are not even comparable to dog shit! " "This Saint Master was worthy of being taught the same art as Greenspan, even to the point of blabbering from time to time.
"It's not as powerful as you say. My body's only comparable to Silver Warriors now, but with this holy weapon in my hands, even if I meet a Gold Warrior, I'm confident that I'll be smashed into meat patties with a swing of my stick!" Calton covered his face. "Get lost! Get lost! You snatched away the child I painstakingly forged. Don't let me see you again. "Master Karton, I have something else to request of you." He took out the armor he had been blackmailing from his interspatial ring.
My father said that although the material of this armor is not bad, you didn't spend too much effort to forge it, probably just for the sake of being perfunctory. My father said that if you were to forge it again, it would be best if you could forge it into a top tier defensive saint artifact, because I will be fighting in the battlefield in the future.
Calton angrily said, "Forging this stick from you would cost half of your father's property and half of your life. Do you still want your father to work hard for you? Are you not going to do it?!" "Father said that he would return to the furnace to forge a set of armor, and half of these materials would be enough. As for the rest, he will give it to the Grandmaster as a reward."
"Mysterious silver, Heavenly Stellar Gold, Blood Crystals, Obsidian, Diamond Ore, Dark Crystal, praise to the God of Forging. Did your father rob the Sacred Light Mountain? How can there be so many precious materials! " Werther smiled bitterly. Although he was already immune to his father's abilities, James had still challenged the limits of what he could bear time and time again. These materials had been given to him by James on a temporary basis, and he had not really explained where they came from.
Afraid that Werther would go back on his words, he hurriedly urged him, "Hurry up, bring the armor over, I'll forge it for you immediately. No, wait for three more months, no, half a year, I have to think it over carefully. I can't waste these top quality materials!" A baby-like smirk appeared on his face, "I can leave half of these precious ingredients behind …"
It was very convenient to have a storage ring on hand. This was also the reason why many nobles would rather spend expensive money to buy a storage ring. A spatial ring could be kept as a family heirloom for the sake of a small noble.
Hobbes found that he could not see through this young master more and more. He had just displayed the strength of a Golden Warrior, and it was said that this was only the strength of the body, and had not truly reached that level. Hobbes couldn't help but look forward to how terrifying the destructive power of Werther would be once he truly broke through to the rank of a Golden Warrior.
The two of them walked into a desolate forest. Werther suddenly said, "Hobbs, you go back first. I suddenly have some enlightenment. I need to cultivate for a while. I'll go back tonight." "He turned around and left without another word. Whether it was a warrior or a mage, their cultivation was arduous and random. Perhaps a single chance enlightenment could raise their cultivation by a great deal. There were many examples of this in history, so he did not dare disturb them and quickly left.
Werther spread out his steps and performed his lightness skill, sprinting deep into the mountains. Just now, he had played with the Legendary Magic Staff once through, but not only did it not dry, it had instead aroused the combative cells in his body. He already couldn't wait to try out the might of the rod skill imbued with inner strength. The more Werther went deeper and deeper into the mountain. At this time, he was already several hundred miles away from the imperial capital, and the power of his staff training could no longer attract the attention of the great magical powers inside the imperial city. Since the last time he used summoning magic to summon the broken body of a deity, Werther had become abnormally careful.
Werther took out the coiling dragon rod and concentrated his mind. Just as he was about to swing it, his ears suddenly twitched. His expression became a little strange. "There are people fighting in such a remote place. My luck is really not bad." Out of curiosity, he followed the sounds of fighting and felt his way over. Separated by a few large trees, he could see four people engaged in an intense battle, and there were also four people protecting him. The fighting was three to one, and what made Werther the most curious was not that all seven of them were masked, but that the one surrounded in the middle was not a human, with intact four limbs and a lion's head on his neck.
It was Werther's first time seeing a foreign race in this world, especially the rarely seen Beastmen of the Klein Empire. It was recorded in the history of the continent that the beast race evolved from wild beasts, but they did not evolve completely. It was recorded that the beast race evolved from wild beasts, but they did not evolve completely. This was because humans viewed them as a great enemy. The moment they saw them, they would gather in groups and attack them. As a result, the beast race's living space was constantly being compressed, and they were currently gathered on the central plains that connected to the Kaiser Empire.
He seemed to be made of pure silver, with a five-clawed divine dragon coiled around his staff. It roared malevolently and roared towards the sky, as if he wanted to break through the Heavenly Dao and make a new world for himself. This was a divine dragon forged according to the image of the divine dragon he knew from his previous life.
If the wings were removed, the dragon would be like a giant lizard. Although the dragon race was also very powerful, but to the legendary Dragon Clan of China, whose strength could call the wind and summon the rain, and was even comparable to the Great Luo Golden Immortal, they were undoubtedly too weak. Perhaps the legendary Dragon God of the dragon race could be compared to them.
He stretched out his hand and gently caressed it, as if caressing the most precious thing in his heart, and mumbled, "Good fellow, you're the first weapon I came to this world with. In the future, you have to follow me and achieve the Great Dao, return to our ancestral village, and if you succeed, I'll call you Coiling Dragon Staff!"
When he said "without the strength of a Silver Warrior, you won't be able to carry it at all." When he said "without the strength of a Gold Warrior, you will lose your strength after a few moves," Werther shouted, and with a shake of his hand, he pulled out a rod and started practicing his pole technique. Sometimes he swept, sometimes he pressed down, sometimes he moved left like a tiger, and sometimes he moved right like a snake.
With a long howl, the long rod left the mountain like a ferocious flood dragon, swaying its head and tail as it moved forward and backward. As it moved forward, the atmosphere in the laboratory suddenly dropped by several degrees, and one could only see a mass of silver light, like a silver thread, being overturned as it spewed out endless power and conception. This kind of staff technique was completely related to the cultivation of the devil sect. It emphasized a crazed will that allowed one to be invincible and forge ahead bravely, while the devil sect's martial arts focused on being soft and secretive. For example, the Sky Demon Sky Cracking Palm, which was firm and flexible, was activated with the cultivation of the devil sect's heart. It was extremely powerful, but it consumed a bit too much of one's vitality.
With Werther's current cultivation level, he could only barely finish displaying the three hundred and sixty-five variations of the first palm strike. Once he struck it out, he would need half a year to recover his vitality. However, this staff technique was the exact opposite. It was the most powerful and most powerful technique. The creator of this technique, the senior from the Devil Sect, had learned from the Buddhist Sect's Diamond Protection cultivation technique. It was suitable for warriors with strong physiques and tough bodies to use.
The biggest feature was that apart from the exquisite and powerful moves, it did not consume the slightest bit of inner strength. It only relied on the exertion of strength from the body. Of course, when used together with inner strength, the might would be greater. In the past, the Demon Sovereign had a disciple who specialized in body training and did not practice magic. Just by relying on this staff technique, he had killed six of the Golden Body Arhat experts of the Great Snowy Mountain's Maha Temple. In the end, it was the abbot of the temple who requested for the suppression of the temple's treasure. Now that this staff art had reappeared with Werther in this foreign world, it would definitely once again shine brilliantly, causing the gods in the sky to be silenced and create a great path to heaven!
Werther finished a set of eighty-four techniques, gathered his staff, and quietly adjusted his breathing. His face was not red, and all the muscles and bones all stood still, without the slightest bit of discomfort. When they looked up, they saw that Calton and Hobbs had their mouths wide open, as if two duck eggs were stuffed inside. They scratched their heads and said, "Sorry, I was too forgetful earlier. I really like this Coiling Dragon stick. Master Calton, thank you so much."
Calton circled around Werther up and down for a long time as he muttered to himself, "Don't tell me that your family is the reincarnation of the War God? I am a monster, and my son is a little monster! " Pinching his muscles, "Tsk tsk, this small body is actually the strength of a Gold Warrior? Damn it, someone even said that a princess and the grandson of a duke in your imperial family were geniuses in cultivation, and compared to you, they are not even comparable to dog shit! " "This Saint Master was worthy of being taught the same art as Greenspan, even to the point of blabbering from time to time.
"It's not as powerful as you say. My body's only comparable to Silver Warriors now, but with this holy weapon in my hands, even if I meet a Gold Warrior, I'm confident that I'll be smashed into meat patties with a swing of my stick!" Calton covered his face. "Get lost! Get lost! You snatched away the child I painstakingly forged. Don't let me see you again. "Master Karton, I have something else to request of you." He took out the armor he had been blackmailing from his interspatial ring.
My father said that although the material of this armor is not bad, you didn't spend too much effort to forge it, probably just for the sake of being perfunctory. My father said that if you were to forge it again, it would be best if you could forge it into a top tier defensive saint artifact, because I will be fighting in the battlefield in the future.
Calton angrily said, "Forging this stick from you would cost half of your father's property and half of your life. Do you still want your father to work hard for you? Are you not going to do it?!" "Father said that he would return to the furnace to forge a set of armor, and half of these materials would be enough. As for the rest, he will give it to the Grandmaster as a reward."
"Mysterious silver, Heavenly Stellar Gold, Blood Crystals, Obsidian, Diamond Ore, Dark Crystal, praise to the God of Forging. Did your father rob the Sacred Light Mountain? How can there be so many precious materials! " Werther smiled bitterly. Although he was already immune to his father's abilities, James had still challenged the limits of what he could bear time and time again. These materials had been given to him by James on a temporary basis, and he had not really explained where they came from.
Afraid that Werther would go back on his words, he hurriedly urged him, "Hurry up, bring the armor over, I'll forge it for you immediately. No, wait for three more months, no, half a year, I have to think it over carefully. I can't waste these top quality materials!" A baby-like smirk appeared on his face, "I can leave half of these precious ingredients behind …"
It was very convenient to have a storage ring on hand. This was also the reason why many nobles would rather spend expensive money to buy a storage ring. A spatial ring could be kept as a family heirloom for the sake of a small noble.
Hobbes found that he could not see through this young master more and more. He had just displayed the strength of a Golden Warrior, and it was said that this was only the strength of the body, and had not truly reached that level. Hobbes couldn't help but look forward to how terrifying the destructive power of Werther would be once he truly broke through to the rank of a Golden Warrior.
The two of them walked into a desolate forest. Werther suddenly said, "Hobbs, you go back first. I suddenly have some enlightenment. I need to cultivate for a while. I'll go back tonight." "He turned around and left without another word. Whether it was a warrior or a mage, their cultivation was arduous and random. Perhaps a single chance enlightenment could raise their cultivation by a great deal. There were many examples of this in history, so he did not dare disturb them and quickly left.
Werther spread out his steps and performed his lightness skill, sprinting deep into the mountains. Just now, he had played with the Legendary Magic Staff once through, but not only did it not dry, it had instead aroused the combative cells in his body. He already couldn't wait to try out the might of the rod skill imbued with inner strength. The more Werther went deeper and deeper into the mountain. At this time, he was already several hundred miles away from the imperial capital, and the power of his staff training could no longer attract the attention of the great magical powers inside the imperial city. Since the last time he used summoning magic to summon the broken body of a deity, Werther had become abnormally careful.
Werther took out the coiling dragon rod and concentrated his mind. Just as he was about to swing it, his ears suddenly twitched. His expression became a little strange. "There are people fighting in such a remote place. My luck is really not bad." Out of curiosity, he followed the sounds of fighting and felt his way over. Separated by a few large trees, he could see four people engaged in an intense battle, and there were also four people protecting him. The fighting was three to one, and what made Werther the most curious was not that all seven of them were masked, but that the one surrounded in the middle was not a human, with intact four limbs and a lion's head on his neck.
It was Werther's first time seeing a foreign race in this world, especially the rarely seen Beastmen of the Klein Empire. It was recorded in the history of the continent that the beast race evolved from wild beasts, but they did not evolve completely. It was recorded that the beast race evolved from wild beasts, but they did not evolve completely. This was because humans viewed them as a great enemy. The moment they saw them, they would gather in groups and attack them. As a result, the beast race's living space was constantly being compressed, and they were currently gathered on the central plains that connected to the Kaiser Empire.
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