Chapter 167 The 4th Template Is Unlocked!

As Jamia grows larger, the unbridled release of power in her full form will also cause more consumption.

Jamia has a lazy personality. If she could lie down, she would never lie down.

This war is over.

Jamiya's head was ticking little by little and she had begun to doze off.

"I'll leave it to you to clean up the battlefield."

Su Heng sighed and gave instructions to Ren Guang.

"Don't eat those things secretly!" Jamia pointed with her tail at the broken shadow cloak on the ground.

She doesn't care about real relics or anything like that.

But Su Heng seemed to have always cared about it, Jia Miya specially added.

"Don't worry."

A smile appeared on Renguang's face, clean and pure, "Thank you for your protection. Let the monks clean this battlefield."

"Uh-huh."

Jamia snorted, and her huge body slowly shrank in the golden halo.

It has been restored to about twenty meters.

This little guy just plunged into the bottomless crack in the ground, entered the labyrinth-like underground water network, and swam quickly back toward Crescent Mountain.

With the disappearance of the giant beast.

Because the dark clouds that gathered from His power also dissipated.

A ray of golden sunlight pierced the sky and fell on the desolate battlefield.

…

Three days later.

The pirate country, Velost.

Golden City.

Velost is a vast island and the base camp of pirates.

The Golden City near the east coast is the palace of His Highness Enhirel the Scourge. Different from the chaotic nature of the pirates, this city sparkling in the sun is clean and tidy, with red-walled and blue-tiled houses on both sides of the wide streets. Neatly arranged on the sides, stone towers made of marble can be seen everywhere.

In the middle of the city.

At the top of the tallest stone tower, His Highness Enhiriel was lying on a beach chair, holding a glass of ice-cold orange juice in his hand.

The blue eyes under the sunglasses were slightly narrowed, looking happily at the hot beauties with scantily clad clothes and jade legs on the delicate beach.

Claire knew that this was where His Majesty Enhiril could be found.

She took a deep breath, straightened her face, and entered the top floor of the white tower without knocking.

This calamity emperor is famous among pirates.

From the appearance, he is just a middle-aged man in his thirties. He is not tall, his unshaven face is not handsome, and he does not have the aura of a strong man at all.

It's the type that would never attract attention if thrown on the street.

"Woo-"

Being disturbed, Enhiriel stiffened, and slowly took out his right hand that had been stuffed in his loose shorts. He put down the orange juice in his hand and showed a helpless expression on his face.

"My dear Claire."

Enhiril took off his sunglasses and spread his hands, "Please knock on the door next time you come to see me. You are embarrassing me."

"oh."

The female secretary with short brown hair said coldly, "I thought there was nothing in this world that Your Majesty cared about."

"What's the matter with coming here to see me..."

He never lost a fight and never won a quarrel. Enhiriel had to change the topic and sat up straight in the recliner, looking more serious.

"It's news about Baldr and Marnus."

The female secretary opened the folder in her hand and said, "The vanguard army composed of thirty-three large ships has been confirmed to have been wiped out."

Enhiril, who had just put his hand on the glass, froze.

a long time.

Then he smiled and said, "Look, nothing in the world is smooth sailing. Even I will encounter failure."

"No, it's Badr and the others who are too useless."

The female secretary closed the folder, put it on her lap, and said seriously.

"I know their ambitions and their strength...since even the two of them died on that island."

Enhiril paused, raised his head and drank the orange juice in the glass.

"In that case, let's publish all the information we have obtained and say that the treasures left behind by the Golden Age really exist!"

"Are you sure?"

Claire paused and asked in surprise, "You paid such a huge price for this information."

"The value of news lies in time. Since we have failed, there is no need to cling to these outdated things." Enhiriel said with a nonchalant smile, "Since a new era is destined to come, then why not, Let’s add another fire to it.”

"I see."

Claire nodded slightly, closed the door, and left the white tower.

The sunlight in the sky was still bright, but a little dark red appeared at the edge of the sky.

…

Qingcheng.

Dragon Scale Martial Arts Hall.

Under the setting sun, Su Heng sat on a stool and used the communicator in his hand to completely record what he had gained from the pirates this time.

The shadow gray robe is damaged: the movement speed in the shadow is accelerated, the body becomes lighter, and it is less easy to be noticed by others, absorbing 150 real points]

Blooddrop Sword: A magic sword with scorching fire attribute damage. It is extremely sharp. The wounds cut by this sword are difficult to heal by conventional means. It absorbs 200 real points]

Siren's Horn: After being blown, the Siren will attack indiscriminately, lasting for three hours. Absorb 100 real points]

...]

Honestly.

There were not many real relics seized from pirates during this war.

Moreover, in Jamia's rage, the near-infinite power burst out, causing many pirates and the weapons in their hands to turn into powder and disappear out of thin air.

At the end, the monks clean up the battlefield.

There were only seven or eight real relics obtained, and most of them were marked damaged in the introduction.

Fortunately, the quality of these weapons that survived the war was good enough.

Each weapon can provide Su Heng with quite a lot of real points, and now, there are only a thousand points left to unlock the fourth template.

This step was easily accomplished by Su Heng.

The actual points obtained this time are: 1200 points]

The actual number of points currently owned is: 4800 points]

The fourth template is successfully unlocked. After the update at 12 am, the host can choose to enter the new template. 】

The real points required to unlock the fifth template are 300,000 points, the current unlocking progress is 200 points, and 48,800 real points are needed to unlock the fifth template]

The boundary between reality and fiction is gradually blurring. The spread of evil god beliefs and the expansion of restricted areas will intensify this process. Please stay vigilant during the game]

Happy gaming! 】

The further you go in unlocking the template, the more exaggerated the numbers required.

The fourth template was able to be unlocked only after Su Henglian stole the treasures of the forest people, eliminated a wave of powerful pirates, and traded them from the Wangjing City Operations Department. After spending a lot of thought and a lot of time, he barely managed to get these real points. Collect it into your hands.

But now, the actual points required to unlock the fifth template have actually increased six times!

"With so many real points, even if we squeeze out all the contents in the three treasure houses, we may not be able to collect them all."

Su Heng touched his nose.

Thirty thousand real points accumulation is not a small number to him.

It may take a long time to unlock the fifth template.

but.

Thinking that tonight, he would be able to log in to the new template, Su Heng's mood became relaxed and happy, and the corners of his originally tight mouth were slightly raised, forming a slight smile.

"Hey Hey hey!"

When Su Hengzheng was looking forward to guessing what kind of race and talent the fourth template was.

In front of him, a white palm with a slightly voluptuous look like a little girl was shaking it vigorously.

Su Heng's expression calmed down slightly, and he stuffed his newly purchased communicator into his trouser pocket.

He raised his head and saw that the little girl in front of him had beautiful and smooth long hair, bright black eyes, slim curves under her vest, and beads of sweat on her smooth face.

"Ugh, it stinks!"

Su Heng deliberately frowned, stretched out his hand to pinch his nose, and waved his broad palm in front of him.

"Remember to take a shower after training next time."

"No way!"

The girl's voice was a little annoyed. First she put her hands on her hips and stared at her with bright eyes angrily. Then she raised her arms and sniffed them vigorously.

It just so happens.

At this time, another girl wearing a white summer school uniform also walked out of the changing room.

It looked like he had just taken a shower, and his shiny black hair was stained with water drops. When he walked over, he could smell a light and long fragrance of shampoo.

The taste is quite good, and you can tell that the price is certainly not low.

"An Ran, do I smell bad?"

Wu Di, a girl with long black hair and straight hair, ran to Bai Anran's side, pouted, and asked a little aggrievedly.

"No."

Bai Anran's voice is good, but it sounds a little dull.

She stretched out her hand and helped Wu Di grow her long hair, then turned around and bowed slightly to Su Heng, saying gratefully, "I'm sorry to have trouble with Master's teachings today!"

These two people were Bai Anran and Wu Di who later joined the martial arts gym under the introduction of the little fat man.

Time flies.

The two of them had been training under Su Heng for more than half a month, plus what happened that day at the Second Affiliated Hospital.

The relationship between master and disciple is much closer.

Su Heng's own personality is not serious, and he can often joke with each other.

"Well, it's okay."

Su Heng waved his hand and said, "Master, let me in. Cultivation is personal. You have done a good job!"

His words were more than just polite words.

At first glance, Bai Anran and Wu Di are little girls who have relatively good family conditions and have been pampered since childhood.

When they proposed to join the martial arts school, Su Heng originally thought that they were just for fun. Unexpectedly, these two little guys actually practiced harder than Chang Zilin and Qi Cheng.

Now at dusk, Qi Cheng and Chang Zilin have to catch the last bus and have already gone back.

Bai Anran and Wu Di have just completed the training that Su Heng prepared for them today.

In ancient times, there was a saying that the poor studied literature and the rich practiced martial arts.

This sentence makes sense even now.

Objectively speaking, martial arts training is a very expensive activity.

The deposit for apprenticeship, props needed for practice, herbs for body conditioning, etc... The expenses for these things are not a small amount.

Wu Di and Bai Anran's family conditions are better, and their starting point is higher than that of Little Fatty and the others.

In addition, they practiced hard and obeyed Su Heng's instructions. After practicing martial arts for less than a month, the effects were already obvious.

Especially Bai Anran.

The first time I saw Bai Anran in the hospital.

The impression this little girl gave to Su Heng was that of a quiet, slightly chubby, short-haired academic girl, not particularly conspicuous.

But now, after Bai Anran lost weight, his whole spirit and spirit have undergone earth-shaking changes, as if he is a completely different person. I can see to the naked eye that I am much more confident, and my voice is clearer and clearer when I speak.

This kind of positive change is naturally what Su Heng is happy to see.

"Didi!"

The sound of vehicle horns was heard outside the martial arts hall.

"Well, has someone come to pick you up?" Su Heng took a clean towel from the shelf and threw it to the sweaty Wu Di.

He saw Bai Anran talking on the phone just now. Someone should have been arranged to pick her up.

Qingcheng is quite dangerous at night.

This danger does not just come from the icy moon in the sky.

more.

It still comes from the underground gangs and street gangs that gradually become active as night falls.

Although these two little girls studied with Su Heng for a while, the time was too short and the effect was limited. They were far from the opponents of those desperadoes.

"Well, it should be."

The martial arts gym was about to close, so Su Heng simply sent the two of them out.

really.

Pushing open the door, a stretched black car was parked at the door. A middle-aged man wearing a black suit and white gloves opened the car door and was waiting quietly.

He reached out and took Bai Anran's schoolbag.

Then he bowed his head respectfully to Su Heng and asked, "I want to invite you to the party. I wonder if you have time?"

"No need."

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After seeing this car, he was slightly surprised.

He knew that Bai Anran's family situation was good, but this kind of vehicle and this housekeeper... this was not an ordinary family situation.

Think of this.

Su Heng glanced at Bai Anran. This pretty girl with short hair had slightly red cheeks.

I don't know if it's because I'm embarrassed or because I just took a shower.

"Master, do I want to take you back?"

Bai Anran was very sensible and did not force him. Instead, he asked if he wanted to send him home.

"No need."

Su Heng said that it was still a little uncomfortable to sit in a car with two girls who were four or five years younger than him.

"Okay, let's go back first. See you next week."

Bai Anran waved goodbye.

Wu Di snorted softly, put one hand around Bai Anran's slender waist, raised his chin slightly, and waved to Su Heng.

The extended sedan started smoothly and quickly disappeared around the corner of the street.

Su Heng ate outside and then took a taxi back to his old house in the suburbs.

Now that he has some spare money, it's not impossible to buy a larger house in the city. But people are nostalgic, and Su Heng has gradually developed feelings for this small house. Even now that he is rich, he is not willing to leave.

He sat in front of the computer and planned to play two stand-alone games.

But after opening the game, I felt a mess in my heart—excitement, anticipation, and a little heavy. All kinds of thoughts appeared in his heart.

He sat blankly at the computer desk.

He stared blankly at the alarm clock on the table.

Eleven fifty-five…

Eleven fifty-six…

Eleven fifty-seven…

Twelve o'clock!

The evening bell rang in the city, and the red moon hung high.

Su Heng closed his eyes and slowly entered the dreamland.