On the first day of hatching, Zhaohua’s family, inside his own room.
Zhaohua prepared a big pot in the room, and next to it was filled with things he bought from the Victoria Demon Store in the UK. He was holding a stack of information paper in his hand, and he was about to start speeding up the dead wood scorpion.
Zhaohua looked at the information and silently said, "Add 500 ml of the essence and blood of the same clan into the pot, add an appropriate amount of water to dilute it. The water just can cover the dead wood scorpion egg."
Zhaohua took out a packet of plasma from a lot of materials that helped him, and it was exactly 500 milliliters of essence and blood. After pouring all the essence and blood into the pot, he put the dead wood scorpion egg in it and then poured water inside, just covering the dead wood scorpion egg.
Zhaohua continued to watch: "Then put the magic stone in the pot into the mouth of the magic stone and heat it. After the water boils, put it in, fifty grams of summer dry grass, fifty grams of dead wood scorpion grinding powder, half a pound of slave-level demon's fresh heart, three lightning-striking wood and a drop of essence."
Zhaohua was a little confused when he saw this. What!? Is it so good to make soup?? Is this sure you have to cook it?! I have repeatedly confirmed it several times, and even called the customer service to verify the appraiser's appraisal qualifications. After confirming that it was indeed like this, Zhaohua put the fire magic stone into the entrance of the magic stone under the pot.
This kind of pot does not require flame heating. They all have places specially placed in the magic stone. Moreover, the special materials of the Victoria Demon are terrible. The weight of the magic stone is the same, which means that the heating time is the same. Even the heating time is controlled perfectly. You don’t need to take out the magic stone to calculate the time.
Even this pot is purchased from the Victoria Demon store. It is transparent and you can clearly see the changes inside.
After the water boils, the essence and blood are completely integrated into the water and turn into a pot of red liquid.
But when all the materials were added, especially the so-called essence, Zhaohua saw that the red color gradually became clear, and the dead wood scorpion egg was absorbing these essence and blood.
Time does not need Zhaohua to control it, because the energy of the Fire Demon Stone is just used up and it is enough time, so Zhaohua simply took a wheelchair next to him to practice the underworld.
Halfway through the Ming Cultivation, Zhaohua sensed the Feng Ling Silkworm calling him, wanting to come out of the house to get some breath, so Zhaohua released the dimensional summoning and released the Feng Ling Silkworm.
Bang, as soon as it came out of the dimensional channel, the Feng Ling Silkworm lay on Zhaohua's shoulder like a big word, looking listless.
The Feng Ling Silkworm is no longer a silkworm, but it is just a little elf princess wearing a white silk skirt.
“Xi Xi~~~”
Zhaohua laughed secretly because the Feng Ling Silkworm finally completed its transformation not long ago, but the energy in her body was actually not enough at that time. Because she dragged on for too long, some of the energy used for the advancement of the transformation dissipated, which led to her very weak body now. In the summoning plane, she was forced to give some tonics by Sister Feng Ling every day, and those tonics were like drinking Guangdong herbal tea, which was so bitter.
"Xi!!"
"Haha, who told you not to advance earlier? You have to delay for so long?" Zhao Hua couldn't help but smile.
Because of the Feng Ling Silkworm, Zhao Hua hurriedly hatched the dead wood scorpion. Zhao Hua had no intention of letting the little Feng Silkworm fight, and he had to wait until his body fully recovered.
The Feng Ling Silkworm lay on her shoulders and occasionally looked at the eggs in the pot. Zhao Hua entered the Ming Cultivation, and the dead wood scorpion egg was boiling. It was not until the magic stone was used up that Zhao Hua took out the eggs and then slowly input the magic energy of the summoning system.
In the next few days, except for the changes in the things added, the basic steps remain unchanged. Although it is boring, it is getting closer and closer as time goes by, and there is also more expectation.
Seven days later, today happened to be Monday. Every Monday, No. 1 Middle School will have a routine speech under the flag of the principal. No. 1 Middle School has to suspend students due to previous events. However, everything has returned to normal today, but the speaker has changed from the original Principal Qiu to Principal Deng.
"Magic, as the foundation of a nation, demonstrates the strength of a nation, is an embodiment of the value of a nation, a country and students sing praises to youth and express themselves."
Deng Jianan, wearing a expensive suit, stood under the national flag and started his long-prepared speech. The passionate and righteous memorized manuscript almost forced the students who went to school on Monday to go back to bed and sleep.
"Didn't that guy Zhaohua come yet?" Lin Mo was so anxious that he jumped up.
According to the official statement, the finals started on Monday morning to dilute the fear brought by the Black Holy See and let everyone see the power of the mage.
Although everyone in the third grade of high school has been suspended for more than ten days, there is an Internet to chat. Everyone already knows that there may be a few friends who usually have good friends, and their avatars will no longer light up.
There was even a period of time when many students from No. 1 Middle School experienced a mental state of depression and caused a storm of withdrawal from school.
So the acting principal Deng Jian'an proposed to start the finals on Monday, and invite students from No. 6 Middle School to watch the competition together. The decisive game of No. 1 Middle School will be divided into the winners and losers, and the secondary teams will be elected. The next day, they will go to Congcheng Hot Spring to practice.
Arrange everything together so that everyone has no time to think about sad things.
[He was already back, and he said he would go directly to the magic training hall.] Ji Shaoyu wrote in his painting book.
The speech under the national flag has been completed, but today is different from before. The school organizes all students in the three grades to go to the magic training hall to watch the battle together.
Three grades, nearly 1,800 people walked from the school gate to the Magic Training Hall. For this competition, the exterior wall and roof of the Magic Training Hall were removed, and a defensive barrier was arranged by the mage of the Congcheng Magic Association to prevent magic from accidentally hurting the audience.
In order to dilute the impact of the affairs of the Black Holy See, the Magic Association and the school have taken great pains to do so.
“So many people.”
"You see, those students from No. 1 and No. 6 are all mages."
"Wow, so many mages."
Some nearby residents also came to eat melons and watched strongly. Many reporters were taking photos and interviewing the principals of the two schools. They also created judges seats, student audience seats, lucky audience seats, reporter seats, and live broadcasts on the TV station. There were three contestants on both sides of the original magic training hall, with four people sitting in each area.
"Look over there! It's Li Shijie from No. 6 Middle School! I heard that he is now the fastest-growing person from the young generation in the city, and he was at the third level early."
"What's the third level? Let me tell you, there are not many sitting there who are not the third level. Li Shijie may not be able to beat Deng Le, let alone my goddess Ji Shaoji."
"Indeed, that undead magic is so terrible."
"But Ji Shaoyu's team members are too proud. One is a soil mage with hundreds of ranks, one is a light-type, and one is a summoning dimensional summoner, the waste green silkworm. If you change to another group of team members, there will be no suspense."
Kaka, on the stage, Deng Jianan has already started to try the wheat. He is hosted by this game because it is actually a No. 1 Middle School competition, but because of various things, it has become such a large-scale event.
"Well, since all the players are here, it's not too late to ask the players from both teams of our No. 1 Middle School to play."
Lin Mo and the others showed a 'Thank you, I was disgusted' expression. Deng Jianan did everything to make Deng Le win. He knew that Zhaohua had not arrived yet, so he announced the start.
Deng Le won’t be too late to deal with you, and the four of them have already stepped onto the stage. Deng Le Lei, Wuzhe Tu, Xifeng, Yan Ranhuo, and these people have a cultivation ranking of 2345, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are the Dream Team.
Deng Jianan saw that Deng Le and the other four were waiting on the top, turned around and said with a smile: "Student Ji, please go on stage as soon as possible. If the team members have not arrived yet, they will be disqualified."
Huh! Deng Jianan just finished speaking, a black shadow passed through the sky. A sky eagle circled around the field and landed beside Ji Shaoji and the others. Zhaolang was carrying a wheelchair in one hand and his son in the other, and jumped off the back of the sky eagle.
"Sorry, it's a little late." Zhaohua said to Deng Jianan in a wheelchair.
Deng Jianan responded with a smile: "Student Zhaohua, since you are physically injured, the principal recommends that you have better rest and find someone to replace you, otherwise you will be injured later, which is a problem."
Zhaohua nodded and said with a slight smile: "Thank you for your concern, but I don't think your opponent is strong enough to hurt me. I'll just sit on the stage to watch the game, and I believe my teammates."
Chapter completed!