Sherlock felt the crushing aura deliberately created by Frenze.

But he didn't have time to react, nor did he think about why he did this...

Elaine, she has served two cups of peacock tongue.

The size of a fist, round and elegant shape, and the color of a blue celadon tea cup is as light as feathers. It is held in the hand, but it has a very texture, just like holding a clear spring, which is extremely moist and delicate.

In the paper-thin tea cup, a pool of green tea water rose up colorful smoke.

A little weird.

The green tea is not rare, but it is as green as jasper. Even the tea itself is still shining with a faint light. This is the first time that Sherlock has seen it.

And the colorful smoke rising from the tea...

Threads of colorful smoke could rise more than one foot high. Sherlock's face was tight. Although he knew it was impossible, he was still wondering whether the old guy in front of him wanted to poison him.

"Please taste... the Peacock tongue, the supreme quality of the Land of Elephant." Frenze also held a celadon tea cup and gently sniffed the colorful smoke floating out of the tea, and then intoxicated, took a small sip of the green tea.

Sherlock nodded, and with a reserved smile, he picked up the teacup, imitated Frenze's appearance, and sniffed a sip of colorful smoke.

Suddenly, an elemental energy with extremely complex attributes but clearly distinguished between them. The refreshing and unconfused elemental energy flowed into the body through the nose, like countless heavy and transparent mercury, injecting into the subtle parts of the body with a "rattle".

Sherlock felt a shock all over his body, and then a wonderful stream of heat surged out from the depths of his body.

The elemental energy with variable attributes merged into his body. His four basic elemental qi veins, as well as the three special energy qi veins that connect his spiritual sea, power sea, and energy sea, along with the three seas he opened and the acupoints opened in the seven veins, were all nourished subtly, and seemed to be so powerful.

Sherlock's face changed slightly.

He picked up the teacup and swallowed the entire cup of peacock's tongue in one mouthful.

This is undoubtedly extremely rude. Whether as a noble or a gentleman, it is extremely rude to act in front of his master.

But the hunger reaction from the body made Sherlock not care about so much.

This peacock tongue has great benefits for the evolution of super-level existence... This complex and warm energy can stimulate the human body, make evolution more complete and perfect, and fundamentally improve the purity and potential of evolution.

Sherlock himself knows his situation.

As a real powerful nobleman with the blood of the Ice Sea King's royal family, he naturally passed by the evolutionary sequence of the giant demon of the Ice Sea Kingdom.

At the same time, because of being a member of the Al organization, when taking the sequence potion made by the Ice Sea Kingdom, Sherlock used some secret medicines and secret techniques traded from the Al organization to enhance the sequence potion he took.

Some of these secret medicines and secret techniques are gentle and harmless, and have played a great role in his power.

However, although some secret medicines and secret techniques are powerful, during his evolution, some extremely slight but real secret injuries were left inside his body, in the tiny areas of certain qi channels and qi holes.

When Sherlock is only in the first-level, second-level, third-level, fourth-level, fifth-level, these hidden injuries are not a big problem.

But now Sherlock is already a sixth-level existence and has almost reached the peak of the sixth-level sequence of the Ice Sea Giant Demon. He must consider breaking through the next level.

At this time, Sherlock felt that the secret wounds that had been disapproving had a considerable interference with his promotion.

Moreover, this kind of interference, based on Sherlock's judgment and his large-scale exchange for the diagnosis and treatment of several great master pharmacists and doctors in the Al organization, is also causing great trouble to Sherlock after breaking through the next level.

He would be in great trouble, and it might even be possible to repeat the mistakes of many famous figures in the history of the Medland Continent... His body and soul would be controlled by the "original instinct" in the sequence potion, and he would gradually grow into a terrifying giant, but no longer become a person.

His evolutionary process is not perfect.

Those hidden injuries are flaws in his body and soul.

The hidden "original" in the sequence potion, which determines the extraordinary evolution direction of a human being and the talents and abilities that may have after evolution, will always erode those who take the potion. These flaws will become the breakthrough of the "original", and the power of the "original" will continue to impact these breakthroughs and make it bigger and bigger.

When the "original instinct" completely breaks through these flaws, Sherlock's fate is worrying.

In recent years, Sherlock has been able to vaguely feel some kind of "non-human" commotion coming from inside his body...

What is particularly terrifying is that twice, when he walked in the fish market at the beach pier, he actually had some men's instinctive impulse to the newly caught eight-legged octopus in the fishermen's sink...

I was chilling, and thought about it carefully, and then I was frightened and almost hysterical.

Thinking carefully, with the aesthetics of the giant ice sea monster, those eight-legged octopuses are obviously the most beautiful little beauties!

But Sherlock was obviously a normal man.

How could he have such thoughts about the eight-legged octopus?

Therefore, Sherlock has been working hard in recent years, in exchange for more contribution points within the Al organization and in order to complete his advanced tasks as soon as possible.

He wanted to stand at a higher level within the Al organization, and then use the power of the Al organization to solve the various hidden worries that have emerged in himself.

And at this moment...

Under the tongue of a big cup of peacock, a warm heat flow moistened the whole body. Sherlock clearly felt the hidden wounds and flaws in his body gradually became a little lighter under the nourishment of this heat flow.

Sherlock exhaled a slightly grayish-black breath and gently put down the teacup. He felt his body relaxed a lot. These days, the strange murmuring that appeared in his ears from time to time had become much lighter, as if it was a little further away from him.

"Thank you for your hospitality...this is really..."

He couldn't find any good words for a moment.

Sherlock pursed his lips, which could nourish the extraordinary sixth-level body and soul, and supplement the hidden injuries and flaws that they had in the evolution process... The effect of this peacock tongue is more precious than the divine potion of the Yingui Church.

The divine potion that the Yingui Church has now flowed to the market is not rare for people of Sherlock.

What is curing trauma and rebirth of limbs? With Sherlock's methods, it is not difficult to get the same effect, but the effect is better, and more importantly, good things with higher cost performance.

However, Sherlock doesn't know if the Yingui Church will have this kind of "treasure" that can fully repair the foundation of extraordinary evolution... In his judgment, there should be, but the Yingui Church will definitely hold this "treasure" in its hands as a lifeblood, and it is impossible for it to flow into the market.

Perhaps, at a higher level, there will be similar "treasures" in a small range of circulation, but with the virtues of the Yingui Church, you can imagine how sensational and sky-high prices they will offer.

"The magic of the Eastern Land is far beyond Medland's imagination." Florence sipped a little bit of tea and sighed softly: "For example, this peacock tongue, the earth kings of the Elephant Land, and the direct descendants they recognized, they can drink peacock tongue all year round, so they..."

Shrugging his shoulders, Florence shook his head and sighed: "So when they are in the same level, they will be more powerful than Medland's in the same level... They will be more comfortable with the disaster of 'original pollution'."

"The Peacock Tongue is qualified to be the foundation of a great power... and this is the fact that the top land kings of the Elephant Land rely on these magical items to master incredible power, thus surpassing all living beings."

Sherlock stared at Florence, his eyes wise and powerful, as if he wanted to see through Florence's head and guess what he really thought...

"So...Shelok." Florence drank the last drop of tea and gently placed the teacup on the desk in front of him.

"Please say." Sherlock squinted at Florence: "I took the liberty to visit the door today, just to know what you thought."

Florence also squinted his eyes.

Elaine walked over quietly, carried an exquisite celadon teapot and renewed a cup of tea for the two of them.

And this time, Sherlock controlled the instinctive impulse that surged out of his body and did not pick up the teacup... The peacock tongue is indeed very precious, extremely precious, but one or two cups are helpful to him, but not as big as he imagined.

Sherlock has his own reserve. The sword-holder of the Al organization is a great man worthy of respect in any way... He cannot act like a country bumpkin who has never seen the world before in front of Florence.

The rhythm cannot be controlled by this old man.

Sherlock crossed his hands and placed it naturally on his lower abdomen. He straightened his waist, raised his head slightly, and showed off his proud face like a senior old gentleman in the Ice Sea Kingdom, which made the nobles of other countries in Medland want to punch him hard in the face.

Florence curled his lips. When Sherlock posed this look, he wanted to punch Sherlock in the face.

These arrogant and arrogant ice sea mollusks!

After coughing lightly, Florence said calmly: "So, Sherlock, I have no malice towards you, and I even admire you very much. You are just in your early forties, and you are already a level 22 sword-holder!"

"Looking back at that time, when I was forty, I was a small eleventh-level justice..." Florence sighed sincerely: "The eleventh-level justice is at the same level as the poor Justice Viron."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes.

With his intelligence channels, he certainly knew Justice Weilun, the Whisper Forest Club, and the grudges and entanglements between Justice Weilun and his two disciples.
Chapter completed!