Global Weird

Chapter 103 Centaur Girl, Misha
Time passes day by day.

Li Guanqi's spiritual power compression reached 81 times the first time, but the next few attempts did not make any breakthroughs. After three days, he barely reached 82 times.

Refinement of spiritual power is a long process.

During this period, Li Guanqi basically breathed out every day, recovered his spiritual power, compressed his spiritual power, failed to compress, exploded, breathed out again, and recovered his spiritual power...

Infinite loop.

It's cool to use strength to defeat opponents.

But in a place where no one cares, it is a kind of unspeakable loneliness to practice silently, because no one wants to know your efforts, they only want to see your results.

During this period, Li Guanqi's cultivation did not stagnate.

After all, the practice of a conjurer is to continuously retract and release spiritual power. During this process, the blood's tolerance to spiritual power is increased, and Li Guanqi compresses the spiritual power and then explodes it to lose it. This is the same process.

then.

After spending two months in this dungeon.

Maximum compression times: 85 times.

【Spiritual Power: 14.2→15.3】

[Grade rating: 19.2→19.3]

As for cultivation base, the higher one goes, the harder it is to improve.

this evening.

Li Guanqi opened the window, took a breath of the cold night air, then looked at the starry sky outside and the vast snow under the night, and suddenly remembered something.

"its not right!"

It has been a month since I came to this castle.

The total time spent in this dungeon was almost two months.

What about the first month of winter competition? !
"teacher!"

Li Guanqi quickly turned around and left the room, ran to the third floor of the castle, and knocked on the door of Xia Houli's room.

"Crack."

The door is open.

"If you have something to say, just say it."

Xia Houli was sitting on a chair reading a book, with his back to Li Guanqi.

"Teacher, has the winter league of the Southern Xinjiang Campus' spell competition started?"

Li Guanqi hurried into the room and came to the old man.

"Winter competition?"

Xia Houli closed the book and looked at Li Guanqi in surprise, "It's been a few days since the end, why? Do you want to participate?"

"Forehead……"

Li Guanqi was speechless for a moment.

Yes, why do you want to participate?

Because the top three can enter the Southern Xinjiang Headquarters.

But entering the Southern Xinjiang Headquarters, is it really better than being here?

Nanjiang Headquarters is so big and has so many students.

And here, he received one-on-one teaching from a five-element-level conjurer... Ahem, although, Xia Houli ignored him a few times in the past two months.

"Of course you have to go to the Southern Xinjiang Headquarters."

Xia Houli seemed to see through his thoughts, and said with a smile: "The resources of the Nanjiang Headquarters are still better than that of a lonely old man like me.

There are often various competitions at the Nanjiang Headquarters, and there will be various prizes, such as potions and sacrificial vessels.

For example, in the internal competition of each grade, the winner can get the potion of 'spiritual blood boiling'.

This is a good thing distributed by the Central Headquarters. It can instantly increase the cultivation level of a conjurer. Even the old man can't get it through other means... You need it because you have poor cultivation aptitude.

And this kind of thing doesn't look at aptitude, but at combat power.

As long as you can beat your classmates, you can get prizes, so of course you have to find a way to go to the Southern Xinjiang Headquarters.

But what if you go?
If you don't have enough strength, you won't get any prizes if you go there.

So... keep trying. "

Xia Houli smiled, lowered his head again, and flipped through an obscure academic book he was reading, "When you complete the 'Spiritual Power Training', those so-called classmates will only be ravaged by you, and those prizes Isn't it all in your pocket? The spell competition is held twice a year in winter and summer, so don't worry."

"Yes, teacher, I understand, the student will leave."

Li Guanqi thought about it for a while, and it was true, then he saluted and left, closing the door behind him.

In fact, these are not important.

The incident of the Green Tooth Mercenary Corps, which seemed to deviate from the simulated route, brought him an unexpected opportunity. The method of "spiritual power refining" is far more precious than the so-called perfect ending reward.

Refinement of spiritual power is the future.

This is the beginning of his invincible journey!
Must be done!

When Li Guanqi thought of obtaining high-quality spiritual power with a hundred times of compression, and then being invincible at the same level, and a bright future of leapfrogging, he was immediately full of energy, and rushed back to the room to continue practicing spiritual power compression.

"Ok?"

However, after returning to the room, Li Guanqi suddenly paused, then took half a step back, exited the door, and looked at the figure at the end of the corridor.

Centaur girl.

Misha.

She was still wearing the classic black and white maid outfit, and was cleaning the castle with a broom in her hand.

Ever since Li Guanqi came, the castle has never been clean, and every day it is shaken by the spread of spiritual pressure and the sky is full of dust.

Li Guanqi looked at the centaur girl, and suddenly realized that he had been here for a month, but he didn't seem to have chatted with this centaur at all.

But he is clearly interested in the truth of one thing.

——All the teachers and students of Guxue Branch School, how did they die?

"Misha."

Li Guanqi smiled and waved at her.

"Ok?"

The centaur girl stopped sweeping the floor, took a broom and stepped on her horse's hooves, and slowly approached, "I'm here, sir."

"Brew me two cups of black tea."

"Two cups?"

"Correct."

"Ok sir."

Misha left to make tea, while Li Guanqi went back to the room and sat at the table, the bright moonlight outside the window just shone on the table, and the floating fine dust floated unsteadily.

soon.

The sound of horseshoes came from outside, from far to near.

Misha held a silver tray with one hand, and put two cups of black tea on the table, "Please enjoy, sir."

"One is for you."

Li Guanqi pushed one of the glasses in front of Misha, and said with a smile, "Let's sit down and drink together."

"Eh?"

Misha seemed a little flattered. After seeing that he was not joking, she was so happy that her eyes turned into crescent moons. She squatted down and sat on the ground like a horse... Well, although she was originally a centaur.

Li Guanqi picked up the black tea and directly drank half a cup.

The centaur maid on the opposite side picked up the black tea with both hands and took a sip gracefully.

The bright moonlight sprinkled on her soft blond hair, adding a bit of brilliance, which was quite golden, and matched with Misha's delicate and beautiful face—ha, a beautiful centaur girl drinking black tea.

This scene looks like a fantasy picture scroll of another world.

"Misha, where are you from?"

Li Guanqi looked curiously at the centaur girl in front of him.

"Me?"

Misha blinked her big golden moist eyes, pondered for a while, and then said in a slightly confused way: "I don't know, I don't have the impression, but the principal told me that I am from the Ayabel Prairie...that is, the north. Mang Prairie.

The principal said, I was born mentally handicapped and was abandoned on the grassland by the centaurs. Then he passed by and heard my cry, so he took me to southern Xinjiang.

It took him two years to heal my brain.

I am very grateful to the principal!

But……"

Misha held the white ceramic cup filled with black tea in both hands, and looked at Li Guanqi sadly, "Sir, have you ever been to the Beimang prairie? What's it like there?"

"It's my hometown, but I haven't even seen it with my own eyes."

(End of this chapter)