Chapter 283

With the repeated use of evil fighting spirit, kukas found that the muscles and bones near the fighting spirit line were harder than those in other places, but even so, he could only use it once at a time. After using fighting spirit, the scar will continue to explode and crack. This situation will continue until he becomes level 8 or his body strength reaches a certain level.

On this day, after using a fight, kukas recovered from his injury in more than two days and one night. Then he opened the task scroll, opened the transmission array on the scroll with his mind, and directly returned to the Lich castle in the Lich land.

It's not that he doesn't want to continue to practice, but because the towering flame has ignited the whole Cannes mountains. Those flames were very strange, like magma and like the flame of magic branches. There was a rainstorm, but it couldn't put out the strange flame.

The Warcraft in the mountains either escaped or were swallowed up by the ruthless fire. Even some Warcraft who can control the fire can't resist the towering fire.

The white light flashed, and kukas only felt a flower in front of him, and then appeared in the Lich castle that had been away for a long time. His position is in a hall, and his feet are carved with complex weird patterns that can't see the trend at all. From time to time, white light flashed, and professionals who were full of murderous spirit appeared around him. It was obvious that these people also returned through the scroll.

There was no one in the hall. Kukas walked out of the hall. Outside, there were broad and prosperous streets. On both sides of the street are houses, squatting in front of which are all kinds of professionals. They either speak the common language or speak a language he doesn't understand, shouting loudly to sell their goods to the passers-by. Most of the transactions here are barter or exchange of various knowledge and silver patterns on the task scroll.

The task scroll opens, and a map of the Lich Castle appears on the scroll. According to the instructions of the scroll, kukas quickly selects a target location and looks for it.

Dragon shop! The items sold in this shop are related to the dragon. Dragon blood, dragon meat, keel and other things are just some of the simplest materials here. You can even buy dragon mounts, dragon cubs and dragon language knowledge here.

"I want to buy some dragon blood. Well, I only have 100 silver patterns. How much dragon blood can these patterns buy?" kukas quickly asked a Female Elf standing behind the counter after entering the shop.

He had never seen the spirit before, because the spirit had two butterfly wings on its back, which had never been recorded in those books.

"Thirty silver patterns and one drop of dragon blood. This dragon blood is the blood of the legendary dragon. I think you can only get three drops. But we also have ordinary dragon blood here. One drop of dragon blood and one silver pattern. Which one do you want?" the Female Elf with butterfly wings smiled and introduced their products to kukas.

"Can I see the real thing?" kukas touched the bald brain bag and said loyally: "I've never seen the blood of a giant dragon. I don't know the difference between them."

"Ha ha! Normally, many people who come here have never seen the blood of the giant dragon." the butterfly wing fairy pursed her small mouth and giggled: "The blood effect of the legendary giant dragon is more than ten times or even dozens of times better than that of the ordinary giant dragon. Taking a drop of the blood of the legendary giant dragon is likely to give you knowledge about the Dragon language. Of course, the probability is very low, well, about one in ten thousand. The blood of the ordinary giant dragon can only make some drugs, but you can't get knowledge about the Dragon language from it."

"Didn't it strengthen the internal organs and body?" after listening to the words of the butterfly wing fairy, kukas couldn't help wondering, because what the other party said was different from what he had heard before.

"Of course, but these effects are the most basic. If you want to improve your physical quality, I suggest you go to the drugstore and buy some drugs there. The same cost and effect are even better than the blood of the dragon!" the fairy with butterfly wings tilted her head and smiled.

At this time, another elf took out two bottles from the closet and put them in front of kukas. The blood in the two bottles was the same size and quietly suspended in the air. But one was silver and the other was scarlet.

"The silver is the blood of the legendary dragon, and the red is the blood of the ordinary dragon." the Female Elf explained to kukas in a low voice: "if your body is as strong as the eighth level professional, I suggest you buy the blood of the legendary dragon, because the blood of the ordinary dragon has no effect on you."

"I'm just a third-order professional. Can I take the blood of the legendary dragon?" looking at the silver blood in the bottle, kukas felt a strong desire for possession.

"Of course, but I suggest that if you want to improve your physical fitness, you'd better buy drugs. The effect is much better than this." the wings behind the Female Elf are fast agitators. She seriously persuades the new customer in front of her.

"Thank you! Three drops of legendary dragon blood." kukas took a deep breath and whispered, "all the remaining ten patterns are exchanged for dragon meat. Well, ordinary dragon meat is enough."

"As you wish." for stubborn guests, the elf still likes it very much. After she gracefully performed an unknown etiquette towards kukas, she quickly prepared what kukas wanted.

Three bottles containing the blood of the legendary dragon and a bag containing 300 pounds of dragon meat fell into the hands of the bald evil man. After carefully storing the bottle, kukas took the dragon meat and turned to leave here. He wanted to find a house without a master and go in to have a rest.

Soon he found his own house, closed the door, and then opened the non disturbing prompt according to the prompt on the scroll. After a little preparation, he began to continue his cultivation.

This time he took off his gloves and carefully urged a little fighting spirit to burst out from his hands. This violent fighting spirit spewed out of his palm and hit an obsidian. Just for a moment, the Obsidian was torn into powder and scattered on the ground. At the same time, the snake like blood marks burst again, and the blood flowed out madly.