Chapter 36 I really want to beat you to death...

"It's been three years in a flash..." Caesar sighed softly and turned around, "Noel, you're not pregnant yet..."

"Bah!" A delicate little fist fell from the sky and hit Caesar's head. "Why did it take three years for no reason? It's only one month. Do you want to use this perfunctory trick that is obviously insufficient in funds to take advantage of the troubled waters!"

"Oh?" Caesar blinked innocently, "Do you have no objection to getting married, having children, or something?"

"..." Noel's face suddenly turned red, "In just one month, you guy is becoming more and more unruly!"

"Is there? Why do I feel that I am becoming more pure?" Caesar touched his chin. "I looked in the mirror this morning and found that I was not as cruel as before. Could it be that I have done less moral things recently? Yes, I haven't robbed or something for a long time..."

Bah-Noel simply turned his head and ignored him and focused on looking through the notes he had sorted out. The barbarian was still nagging: "When it comes to robbery, Noel, that is the side job we often do before, but we have to be serious businessmen recently, so it is not good to pick up the knife openly, otherwise who will come to do business with us... yes, so I will teach them..."

The eldest lady could no longer bear it, so she finally turned her head and shouted to the dai Maowang on the left side of the barbarian through Caesar: "Class classmate Artoria! Look at him! She talks about these messy things all day long..."

"Noel..." King Daimao was having a meal. It seemed that he was not full this morning. Hearing this, he shook his head and smiled, "I am also fascinated by the stories of Caesar, so the thief who robbed the rich and helped the poor should be nothing more than this..."

"..." Noel was almost vomiting blood in discomfort. During this month, under the coercion of Caesar, she had contacted Artoria more intimately. During this period, Artoria's stupidity from time to time also greatly reduced her awe. She could finally be called a close friend - but there was no doubt that a certain barbarian had a deeper relationship with King Arthur, and under the attribute bonus of Daimao, all the evil behaviors of the barbarians would be automatically implicated by Artoria to form a blood-wrenching justice.

He handed Artoria a bunch of sausages, and Caesar continued to preach: "So Noel, you are so pure..."

"...I can't tell you." Noel gritted his teeth, "But you read the book. After a month, you have not learned anything at all! If you don't even pass the exam, how can you participate as Sivia's partner!"

"You're wrong..." Caesar smiled proudly, "I have benefited a lot in the past month. I have sorted out all my combat skills and martial arts, and my strength has doubled again. If Hannibal doesn't know how to live or die, he will definitely beat him up and look for teeth!"

"This..." Artoria hesitated for a moment and patted Caesar on the shoulder. "Caesar, I heard that His Highness Hannibal accidentally entered an ancient ruin a few days ago and found a lot..."

Caesar's face turned dark and he was about to curse himself. He spent a lot of time thinking and summarizing every day, and even reduced his time in his sister's time. He then pulled down his old face and argued with Tagueo Wuliang who had just woken up. In order to take some experience from the old dragon's claws, he also relied on the guidance of an eighth-level master such as Youhe C.c., and finally classified the various combat skills and opened up the road to touch the rules. His family also had a large amount of martial arts and experiences sent from the local Zhijie and War God Temple... He fought so hard that he made his strength make another move. Unexpectedly, Hannibal...

"Hehehe..." Noel covered his mouth and smiled, "His Royal Highness Hannibal is the darling of the goddess of luck, you can't compare to it."

"Hmph..." Caesar rolled his eyes, "I am the beloved of the goddess of love, and Hannibal is not as good as that."

"Yoyo." Noel blinked, "So the beloved master of the goddess of love, how are you and Svia going to be?"

"Ahem... This is the highest military secret in the north. You can't inquire about it." Caesar coughed a few times, changing the subject, but the strange smile on the corner of his mouth could not be hidden - it would be fine if Caesar looked embarrassed, but he would definitely be helpless and not enter the country. If the barbarian smile was easy to say, he must have taken a big advantage, and even Hannibal would hold his nephew, but what does this smile mean... Noel had never been in a relationship and didn't know.

Noel sighed with a headache, and then felt a little sad. This man seemed to have an attractive characteristic, and he left his shadow in his heart more and more. That day he and Artoria and others went to visit their home, but his father did not let him in, but he did not expect that this guy was so bold that he sneaked in at night...

"Caesar, you can't do this." Artoria began to tempt him again after hearing this. Caesar was good at everything, but he didn't understand the power of knowledge. He disdained the necessary courses in the school, and even criticized them as useless things. A few days ago, there was a storm that made everyone laugh and cry. This extremely fierce barbarian actually showed his outstanding artistic literacy and drew amazing works with the skills and realm of the seventh-level master. In the quiet campus, the beautiful girl sat quietly on the bench next to the road, holding a book in one hand and holding a beautiful bird in the other, a lifelike bird. The girl's black hair fell quietly, and a serene and peaceful...

Everyone was very amazed. The instructor even believed that this rare masterpiece in recent years was of course a masterpiece, because this painting incorporated Caesar's perception of power. If Caesar's previous style was a strong and violent thunder, then this quiet painting without a trace of killing aura proves that the Thunder King has gone further in the transformation of virtual, real and stillness.

...Of course, these are very normal and harmonious things, but when the teacher asked Caesar's name, the barbarians in the north sneered three times, waved their pen, and six big words: dragons and phoenixes danced - reading a book for birds!

Noel moved backward on the spot and signaled that I really didn't know this barbarian. Artoria's stupid hair shook wildly, and the speed of rotation was like a big windmill outside Carmelo. Everyone else seemed to be frightened. They couldn't laugh or scold them... Even the tutor was so angry that the news was quickly spread to the entire academy. Everyone knew that Class A of the third year had a very tough birdman...

"Caesar, so this is not possible." Artoria was still saying, "I admit that there is a lot of knowledge worth learning in this world. For people who have different pursuits, some knowledge is indeed unnecessary. Perhaps with the strength and status of Caesar, these are not needed, but since Sivia has agreed to..."

"Artolia, let's have lunch together today, I'll treat you." Caesar said suddenly.

"Ah? This..." Artoria was stunned for a moment, and then said embarrassedly, "It always makes you spend money..."

Hey hey! What about the preaching! What about the preaching? What about the preaching? What about the preaching? How come you are going to be brought back to the right path! Why are you so a meal... Noel was speechless for a while. As the king of a country, King Arthur would be bribed by a meal...

"The tutor is here, and the class is about to start." A low reminder came from around him. The pleasant atmosphere during class slowly subsided. The quasi-knights showed their extraordinary qualities, ended their topics, and began to prepare the content of this class - of course, there are also many legendary notebook conversations, after all, they are all young people...

Caesar took out a scroll from his schoolbag and began to study. The old bitch in the Temple of War had indeed hidden a lot of good things before, because Caesar was still weak at the time, so it was too wasteful to let a weak pussy see that thing - but now he finally let go, and Caesar has slowly moved closer to the seventh level limit, which is the time when the sea embraces all rivers.

In fact, after he defeated the reversal impulse and swallowed the spiritual vein with the dragon roar, the Thunder King was fully qualified to advance to the eighth level, but the barbarian stopped completely and continued to stay at the peak of the seventh level, and did not rashly advance - because the eighth level is also strong and weak, and there are many eighth level among the folk, but compared with the old strong men and even elders of the holy land, it is simply a mess. Although there are problems of inheritance and accumulation, personal reasons are also extremely important. The way of power is like a building. The more the foundation the building can be built, the stronger the power at the seventh level, the stronger the realm after the promotion will be.

As the crown prince of the holy land, Caesar will certainly not be a fool who will rashly advance and leave hidden dangers. He will advance from the peak of the seventh level to the limit of the seventh level, physical strength, spiritual realm, soul toughness, thunder and fire element, dragon roar power, demon dragon inheritance, war god martial arts - he will practice these things until he cannot further further, until the current realm can no longer accommodate any more improvement, and then achieve the most perfect and strongest advancement!

"Because we are the crown princes of the holy land, we will attack the supreme realm and achieve the saint's position in the future, so we should slow down... Now it seems that everyone is fighting this way." Caesar said silently in his heart, "Several battles have shown that we are invincible at the same level. Even weaker eighth level can be defeated. How can such a power not be advanced... However, our future goal is too high. Any small loss at the seventh level will become an obstacle to becoming a sanctified in the future..."

Thinking of this, Caesar couldn't help but smile: "...Hannibal, you guys have to pick up good things in every few days. Although you have the top equipment you picked up and the top secret technique given by the old man, I see how you can perfectly advance..."

As long as this guy stays alive, he jumps into the ground and jumps into cliffs all day long to collect the old man and other things... when will it be perfect?

...No, according to this guy's lucky value, you might encounter any evil things. Even if the Saint Seiya was dozing under an apple tree and suddenly got hit in the head by an apple and then suddenly realized the path to the eighth level and advanced perfectly, Caesar would probably not be too strange. Only this guy's luck is indeed too amazing.

But I, Caesar, is not bad... Although I don't have such an outrageous adventure, I have no calculations in my life. Countless secret techniques, and experience in fighting are all from iron and blood. Even if you, Hannibal, are extremely talented and able to combine those old men into one, it is not as good as my ability to kill from the sea of ​​corpses and blood. Besides, I am ready to slowly integrate the martial arts skills of the God of War Temple and the martial arts of various races, and create a peerless martial art that grows up in sync with me, which is no worse than your Holy Light Way...

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh, wondering what Zi was going on now... Hannibal had not brought any useful news so far, which made Caesar decide to look for him repeatedly, but the God of War Temple came from the God of War's Temple to tell him to do what he was at hand with peace of mind. He guaranteed Yakumo Zi's safety with integrity... Caesar was so angry, but he knew that even if he took action, it would be useless. He could only practice and the idea of ​​killing the witch became more and more intense.

Playing with the priceless catalogue in his hand casually, Caesar was thinking about the possibility of killing an eighth-level strongman who had become famous for thousands of years. In fact, it was not a bad thing that Yihara Yuko came late. At least this month, Caesar's power surged again. If Yihara Yuko could wait until Caesar reached the extreme level of the seventh level and advance perfectly, then even if Caesar had just advanced to the eighth level, he would be confident that he would destroy her alone!

...Of course, it is conservatively estimated that even if Caesar still maintains the recent high-intensity combat frequency, he will fight the lives of the eighth-level strongman in a few days, then it will take at least six months to reach the limit... And Caesar's private agreement with the God of War was to wait for another month, if the witch did not come yet, then the God of War would let Yihara Yuko know what the power of a barbarian is.

"Witch Night... Since I decided to fight all the burdens for c.c, I won't be surprised to fight you one day. The Seven Holy Land is grateful for the kindness of the past, but don't forget that we are the masters of the mainland, not your slaves..." Caesar said with a smile, "Ende is something that we can only call it eunde..."

"But this is not OK... Since I decided to escape from the world back then, why did I come out to make trouble? It would be fine if I ran out to cause trouble, why did I still involve me?" The barbarian smiled, gentle and gentle, "I had to touch my wife first, and then kidnapped my sister. This is not too much to kill the whole family, witch... I really want to beat you to death..."


Chapter completed!