Falling Spirit: I Started Selling A Quasi-God

The next morning, sunlight shone through the window into the bedroom.

The soft light spread over Locke's body like a layer of golden yarn.

A gentle breeze blew in through the window, caressing Locke's cheek.

Locke opened his eyes and woke up.

Tianxi was lying in his arms, and a small white kitten was also curled up in his bed.

Soft wings cover his body.

Thankfully, his bed is big.

Otherwise, I really can't let go of the evolved Pokkiss.

Locke shook his head and prepared breakfast for them.

The third race of the day is gravity flight.

News from the game came early this morning.

It's still yesterday's stadium, with a track with gravity flight.

Gravity!

Locke thought for a moment, and he felt that there was no big problem.

Pokékiss' usual training includes heavy training.

After Locke got up to cook, he prepared the elves' energy cubes before calling them up.

Coming to the yard, there is a huge pool in the middle of the yard.

The tyrannosaurus was sleeping below at this time.

The croaking frog has already risen and trained in the yard.

He has a lot of energy and gets up early every day to train.

After a day of not training, he felt that this energy cube was uneasy to eat.

Without cultivating hard, the power to be improved with energy cubes made him feel uneasy and unsteady when he used it.

He feels that only after he has completed the training he has done his best, and then replenishes his physical strength with energy cubes, so that he can use it comfortably and smoothly.

Indeed, this maximizes the utilization of energy blocks.

"The croaking frog woke up the tyrannosaurus, it's time to get up."

Locke stood by and stretched gently.

The croaking frog jumped directly and jumped directly into the pool, jumping very far and at a very fast speed.

"Roar!"

After a while, a huge head emerged from the pool.

Dressed in red scale armor, it looks very powerful under the soft light.

The strong body of the tyrannosaurus seemed so intimidating at this moment.

The fierce face also makes people dare not offend easily.

"Tyrannosaurus, look at you, you've gained weight."

Locke looked at the strong body of the tyrannosaurus and shook his head helplessly.

The length of the tyrannosaurus has not grown much, but it has gained weight.

It used to look quite lean and powerful, but now it looks really mighty and domineering, but it feels a little shorter.

"I'm growing stronger in my body!"

The tyrannosaurus said righteously.

"Here's breakfast for both of you." Locke threw the food that had already been prepared to them.

Food is thrown on the surface of the water and unfolds instantly.

The tyrannosaurus gently spat into the pool water, instantly freezing the water flow under the food to form ice cubes.

A simple frozen table is ready, and the food is safely placed on it.

The tyrannosaurus opened its mouth and ate a lot in one bite.

The croaking frog came to the side and enjoyed his delicious food.

Locke sat in mid-air and supported his body with a waveguide levitating.

He began his morning exercise.

Although he is relatively lazy, he is still quite dedicated to the improvement of strength.

His waveguide at this time was obviously much stronger than before.

With daily exercise, his waveguide power is improving at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His elves are so strong, it is naturally impossible for him to fall behind.

After meditation, it is physical training, with sufficient nutrition, his body is gradually getting stronger.

Insight can arrange the most suitable training method for him, with the most nutritious meal that suits him.

He looked like just a sunny boy, and even the muscles on his body didn't stand out much.

However, his strength is not small at all, and he can already be compared to some low-level fighting elves.

Give him a while, I'm afraid that Liu Long's wrist strength will not be his opponent.

After eating and drinking and training, he flew with Pokékiss towards the designated field.

"This race at Pokékiss is a gravity flight race, I think it should be easy for you, you do gravity training every day, which should be your strength."

Locke said.

"I will definitely make the cut."

Pokékiss said.

"Good!" Locke nodded.

There are only twenty participants left, and the number should be a sudden decrease compared to yesterday.

However, those who can stay are basically not weak.

However, the personnel has not arrived yet, and there are ten minutes to go.

Two more came one after another, already nineteen people, and there was still one shortage.

Soon a referee said with a microphone.

"Now that the people are almost here, the game will start immediately, now take a roll call."

"Liu Li, Li Yuan, Zhao Xiaodong, Locke..."

"Okay, all nineteen people have arrived, there should have been twenty people to participate in the competition, but one player suddenly encountered an accident this morning, and the elf ate his stomach, so congratulations on missing a competitor."

Encountered an accident!

Locke turned his head to look at the other eighteen personnel, and one less quasi-king level person participated in the competition.

Good guy, it's really a game to eliminate a quasi-king level player.

That was a big problem in his heart, and neither the forked bat nor his trainer were present.

So now there is only one owl left, and Nighthawk is a quasi-king-level elf.

The race has begun, and Pokékiss is flaving his wings forward like a swimming fish under this gravity.

More leisurely and smooth than the forty-level elves around her.

It was a smooth progression to the last match.

This gravity doesn't put much of a burden on Pokékiss at all.

By the last race, if he can win the championship, he will be able to get a sharp beak.

Locke clenched his palms slightly, he wanted to win, but it was difficult.

The quasi-king-level owl Nighthawk is much faster than Pokkiss, and this level has undergone a metamorphosis of potential.

It is not so easy to be able to be overstepped by low-level elves.

Especially this kind of purely physical fitness.

In the last flight race, Locke also got the information about the game.

Short distance flying competition.

This level mainly examines the explosive ability of the elves.

A thousand-meter flying track, as long as someone can get the first place, they can win the race.

There are no additional rules.

No barricades, no blindfolds, no gravity.

It's the most basic flying game.

The game started at two o'clock in the afternoon.

"Pokékiss did quite well, only the last game of the afternoon left."

"If you didn't have that owl Nighthawk, you should be able to win the championship."

Locke gently touched Pokkiss's soft body.

Lockdis's eyes narrowed slightly and enjoyed Locke's touch.

Champion?

Aren't these two days of hard work just to win the championship? She must win the championship.

Pokékiss secretly made up his mind.