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The Defeated Dragon - Chapter 311

Published at 5th of August 2022 06:02:09 AM


Chapter 311: Sword defeated the old elite land (fourth more)

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One pound of fresh tea is fried with two or two dry teas.

At the request of Liszt, Mrs. Abi repeatedly sautéed the tea with a palm of his hand until it was fried for an hour or so. The tea was curled and dried, and it was completed.

Because he didn't know what the temperature was right, and what it was like, Liszt put the tea into the gem space to keep it fresh.

Take only a pound of fresh tea for experimentation.

The fried tea leaves are cooled and the next day Liszt tries to make a cup.

When looking at the curly, dry tea leaves with the hot water, slowly stretched out in the crystal cup, as if alive, the color of the tea gradually changed to pale yellow and green, he only felt successful in beckoning.

as expected.

When the tea was slightly cooled, he immediately began to taste.

After the entrance, the familiar tea taste, instantly blasted on the tongue taste buds, my heart flashed, my eyes even a little worried: "Tea, I drank it! This is really tea... Although it is bitter, the quality is not very good. Look, but it's really tea!"

Two or two dry teas, about ten cups of tea.

There is also a pound of fresh tea in the gem space. A total of four or two dry teas can be fired, which is equal to twenty cups of tea.

"I can only drink 20 days a day. After three months, I should be able to pick summer tea, and it is 20 cups. It seems that I can take it once in the fall and come back twenty. That is, I can drink six a year. Ten cups of tea!” Liszt thought about it and felt that it could not be counted.

Tea is drunk, what to do in the future: "I should aim at cultivating tea trees, but... can anyone tell me how to plant tea trees?"

Is it planted by cutting?

Or direct seed planting?

He didn't know much about it. He didn't seem to have heard of tea blossoming in his memory.

"Forget it, wait a moment, see if the tea will bloom. If it can be flowered, collect the seeds, start planting next year; if not, plant the green tea tree with cuttings next year."

Taste pure tea.

Liszt has decided to breed tea trees on the island of Heima. Even if he does not promote tea culture, he should plant a tea plantation and stir-fry tea for himself.

Drink a cup of tea.

I don't know if it is an illusion. He obviously feels that the body is a little easier. The greasy food of the big meat seems to have been dissolved by the tea.

At the dinner party, my appetite was wide open and I ate a piece of Warcraft meat.

......

Hang it for a few days.

Through Zambrotta, I know that I have come to the Lord of the Flower Town, the knight, who has been anxious but reserved from the beginning, and then only left the irritability, and now I am full of disappointment.

Liszt decided to meet a Charles trap.

In any case, on the coral island, the nobles still admit that he has the title of Lord Knight, and the etiquette should not be lost.

"Sir Charles, staying in the town for a few days, how do you feel?" Liszt hung a nobleman's standard smile, shaking the rocking chair under the apple tree that was re-germinated and ready to bloom.

The weather is good today, it is quite windy and beautiful.

Charles sat on the stool and was sitting in a dangerous position. Liszt’s interview disappointed him and re-invigorated: "The Baron, the flower town has a great future!"

“A lot of people say this, including my father and my grandfather Merlin Marquis.” Liszt appeared very casual, not deliberately showing off. “When I first came to the flower town, here and many small people without the lord. Like the town, life is in hunger and cold."

"It's your arrival, bringing a happy life to the civilians in the flower town." Charles is sincerely admired.

"A person's fate, of course, depends on self-strengthening, but also taking into account the historical process... Sorry, you may not know much about history."

Liszt picked up the milk cup and indicated that Charles would also drink milk.

Take a sip and moisten your throat.

He continued: "The development of the flower town is inseparable from my leadership, but it is also inseparable from the support of the tulip, the slaves, the seafood, the flowers and the soap, the flowers. The market is big but it has to be integrated, you can see the vast The world. So, Sir Charles, what did you see?"

"I..." Charles didn't understand what Liszt was saying for a moment.

In fact, it is just a trick.

Liszt did not give him a well-thought-out time, saying directly: "I heard that you are an old elite land knight, exquisite and powerful. Recently my talent has also begun to show up, defeating more than one elite land knight. Why not practice a sword fight?"

"Since the Baron adults are interested, Charles is willing to accompany the Baron adults in the sword fight."

"The actual exercise, don't stay, I can defeat the elite land knight, this is not a joke." Liszt took out a steel sword and went to the grass. Now that he is thinking about the battlefield, he can play against the elite land knight and he will never miss it.

Charles is about forty years old. He took the steel sword from the man's servant and suddenly changed his temperament. There is a vagueness in the style of the strong, more than Marcus's momentum.

The two men have a fire attribute, and a thunder attribute is vindictive.

"Big fire!"

The sought-after is a fierce attack. This is the style of Liszt. The chaos kills the master and controls how skillful you are, just taking advantage of the arrogance of the cockroaches and attacking.

The lightning on the Charles Sword flashed, quickly breaking the flames of the sky and hitting Liszt’s head.

Steady.

Only this move, Liszt will conclude that Charles is stronger than Marcus, stronger than the unchanging Paris. However, to this extent, Liszt is still scared.

He is more **** and violently exploding, and he can't wait for all his brain to spurt out: "The fire dragon sweeps!"

when!

The long swords are slamming and sparkling, not only with sparks but also with sparks.

The body under the temperament of the Liszt fire attribute is still hit by a little thunder attribute, and it feels like a hit, and there is a feeling of paralysis.

It has not yet reached the level of action.

"The dragon is rolling!"

It was another huge blowout, and Liszt was even more fierce, pressing Charles. The seemingly rough fighting style of attacking, but thick and thin, always pay attention to Charles' counterattack. Incorporating the illusion of reality, and then from time to time come a tricky sneak attack.

Such a fierce fighting style only caught Charles unprepared and gradually lost his energy. Want to fight back, but surrounded by the flames of the sky, I do not know where to counterattack.

Although his defense is still tight, he feels depressed to the extreme, feeling that he is not facing a land knight, but a hegemonic sky knight.

but.

After all, it is the veteran elite land knight who has been on many battlefields. His eyes are full of gaze, looking for every space that can be countered.

He firmly believes!

A fierce attack has never been sustainable.

However, this reason is ineffective in front of Liszt, and suddenly burst into a loud voice: "The fire is smashing the original!" The steel sword has turned into a fan-shaped fire, and it has slammed Charles.

When Charles had just survived this bursting attack, it was another violent drink: "The heart of the dragon!"

This time, the steel sword became a fire dragon, rolled up the fire, the original 斩 斩 scattered in the surrounding fire attribute magic, crazy attack, a sword stabbed, the flamboyant huge fire dragon crashed into Charles.

boom!

Charles's solid defense, like paper, can no longer be maintained. The long sword violently disarmed, and the front leather armor was heavily bombarded by the fire dragon. The whole person, like the long sword, flew in the air.

Flip a few laps and fall heavily on the ground.

With his eyes staring at Venus, he fell into a stunned manner, and when he recovered his vertigo a little, he found that he had set up a red-hot steel sword on his neck.

The tip of the sword is hot, as if it can burn his skin at any time.

The owner of the sword, facing away from the sun, can't see the face, but the posture under the glory of the glory, tall and straight, can not help but give birth to the meaning of surrender.

"I lost."




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