A deep black off-road vehicle slowly parked in the Bay Town Central Park. Moore opened the window and lit a cigarette.

With her red lips slightly parted, she took a deep breath, and the length of the cigarette shortened at a speed visible to the naked eye. Moore took a puff of the cigarette, and accurately flicked the cigarette with only the butt into the trash can on the side of the road.

She opened the car door and leaned gently on it, her seemingly nonchalant gaze swept across the entire square.

"I like this place, quiet and peaceful. The most important thing is to be close to the sea."

Stretching her waist, her beautiful curves were exposed to the air. It is rare to see such a coquettish and fashionable urban girl as Moore in Bay Town.

Not long after Moore stopped here, she attracted the attention of many men. The older ones just watched from a distance and talked with their friends.

But there are some younger boys who can't restrain the hormones in their bodies, and gather together in twos and threes.

Under the instigation of a group of friends, a boy with earrings, dark skin and short hair walked over pretending to be chic, but before he could speak, Moore glanced over quickly.

"Leave me alone."

The voice was indifferent, with a sense of alienation from above.

The boy's face was flushed, and his companion's vague laughter could be heard from a distance. He gritted his teeth and mustered up the courage to take another step forward.

"Is this your first time in Bay Town?"

"My name is……"

"Snapped!"

A heavy palm was patted on his shoulder, and the young man felt a pain in his shoulder. He turned his head suddenly, only to see a man about his age staring at him with an unkind expression.

"Go away, you're in my way!"

The man who spoke was tall, but he looked a little thin, his face was pale, and his eye sockets were sunken, as if he hadn't had a good rest for a week.

Being rejected for no reason, and the man's tone of voice was really not so pleasant, the young man's face darkened, but before he had an attack, the pain in his shoulder intensified.

The man's thin palms were like iron tongs.

"Ah...it hurts!"

"Stop it!"

The boy couldn't help but screamed, and when he heard his voice, his companions who were watching from a distance leaned over one after another.

"What happened?!"

"Let go of him!"

Puff!

The boy was pushed to the ground by a huge force. Just as everyone wanted to get angry, they saw the thin man stepping forward, his eyes shone like a beast, and there was a suppressed growl echoing in his throat.

Even though they were standing on the edge of the park, everyone felt as if they had come to the primeval forest, and they were facing a hungry beast.

"Taylor, you're late."

Moore glanced casually at his watch.

"Solved a little trouble on the way."

The man known as Taylor replied biting his nails.

"Hey, what do you two mean?"

"Is that all for pushing my friend down? Apologize to us!"

Someone lifted the boy who had fallen to the ground and shouted loudly.

"It's for your own good to keep you away."

Moore stepped forward.

She brushed her fingers along the boy's cheek, "Little guy, you have to be a little bit more graceful when chasing girls, the way you are now..."

"Tsk tsk."

There was a strange brilliance in Moore's eyes, and his voice became gentle and deep, which made people want to obey.

"Okay, let's all go back."

"If we can meet again next time, maybe I can give you a little bit of sweetness."

Tapping on the boy's forehead, Moore turned and got into the car, "Come with me, don't cause any more trouble."

The second half of the sentence was naturally addressed to Taylor who was standing aside.

A group of teenagers were dizzy, and they didn't know who was the first to act, so they dispersed without saying anything.

"If I didn't intervene just now, what are you going to do?"

"At the gate of the park, beat up a few unscrupulous teenagers, and then attract the attention of the police, further alarming the Hunters Guild?"

Moore started the car, "Leave the rest to me, don't do it if there is no need."

"At the critical moment, you have a chance to do it."

Taylor didn't say anything, but shrank his thin body into the seat.

"Good."

After a simple reply, he closed his eyes.

Moore took out a shell-shaped thing and put it in his hand.

"According to the feedback of these few times, I have ruled out several other places. According to the energy fluctuations, it is very likely to be here."

"Our luck this time is very good. If everything goes well, maybe we can really gain something."

Moore drove out of the center of the town, gradually approached a side road, parked the car in the grass, and she opened the door.

"This is the final feedback point. The next test will take a while, and we can just go in and search."

Moore woke up Taylor, who was in a drowsy state, and after locking the car, the two walked into the woods.

…………

At the same time, Roger, who was exercising in the practice room, stopped his movements profusely.

"No, it's always a little short!"

Before getting back the steel sword, Roger's mind was all on cultivation, and he absorbed almost all the effects of the second stage of strengthening, and his overall quality was enhanced again, which was also improved a lot when it was fed back to the general swordsmanship.

But now he is still a little short of the general swordsmanship level 3, but this little gap is bigger than ever before.

Roger guessed that if there was no other external force to help him, it would take at least a month for him to fully arouse the strength in his body and completely reach the limit if he relied on cultivation alone.

This is equivalent to a water grinding effort, and there is no rush.

He originally wanted to upgrade his trial swordsmanship to level three, and then use the third-stage refining potion, so Roger guessed that he might even break the limit of the human body without using the grass potion.

Although he has not entered the extraordinary, he has the same power as the extraordinary. At that time, the effect of using the green grass potion should be better.

But right now, it will take a long time to adopt that method, and one month is only a preliminary estimate. The specific time may be shorter than that, or even longer than one month.

To be honest, the current Roger is also a little hesitant. He immediately takes the third-stage refining potion and waits for his body to push the general swordsmanship to level three before using it.

There is definitely a big difference in effect.

After resting for a while and wiping off the sweat on his body, Roger began to prepare the raw materials for the third-stage refining potion.

The specific formula is very similar to the second stage, but the production is very different.

First of all, according to the method of the second stage, configure exactly the same second-order quenching potion.

Immediately afterwards, Roger ground and fused the remaining alchemy materials, and put them away in different categories.

He puts these things in the storage box, and he can take them out and use them at any time as long as he is ready.

Whenever there is no way to make a decision right away, Roger plans to put it aside for a while to calm himself down.

He looked at the food in the storage box and saw the bottom. After thinking about it, he decided to go out for a while.

"Recently, I have been practicing hard, so the food consumption is naturally very fast."

But when Roger walked out of the woods, he ran into two strangers unexpectedly.