In the wide gray-white space, opposite a black round stone, Grant quietly stared at the stone and the purple light curtain on one side.

The clouds in the sky were thickly piled together, as if it would rain at any time.

Grant looked up and, not intending to waste time, raised his hand and recited the Black Flame Void Slash spell. A faint black smoke appeared on the surface of his slender right hand.

"I don't know how many values ​​the spell can have." Grant muttered.

He knew that the black stone in front of him was called a power-testing stone, a tool used to test the power of spells. The entire spell practice field was divided into three levels, representing the late, middle and early stages of the fourth level. Grant was in the early stage area, and the nearby mages were all

Early stage of fourth level.

Although the Power Testing Stone can withstand fourth-level attacks, it is not a true fourth-level attack. Because there is a vacuum elemental particle environment nearby, the mage can only use the elemental particles of the Sea of ​​Meditation and cast it under suppression, and the power is only one hundred times the usual.

.

The value of the power measuring stone in the initial area ranges from 1-100 to represent the strongest power in the early stage of the fourth level.

"Black Fire Void Slash!"

Grant waved his hand in the air, and a black mist like ink spread out from his palm. Scorching heat was released from the mist.

The black mist suddenly formed a long cross sword, about tens of meters long, with a faint white light on the tip of the sword.

cut!

Grant swung his palm horizontally to the left, and the huge sword hit the power-testing stone.

The power measuring stone is like a sponge, absorbing all the energy of the Black Flame Void Slash and returning to calm. The number 50 floats out of the purple light curtain on one side.

"Only 50?" Grant frowned slightly, not too satisfied. Other power testing stones were also crowded with many mages practicing spells. Because of the cruel living conditions in the nightmare border, mages' pursuit of strength was far more prosperous than in the eastern region.

The other mages turned their heads, noticed the number that Grant popped up, and didn't care.

50. This number is neither high nor low. The power of spells at the early stage of the fourth level can only be considered mediocre.

Grant didn't worry. He closed his eyes and silently used analysis skills to improve the subtle differences. He selected the length of the spell syllables and the relatively suitable chanting method that suited him.

He swung forward, and the huge black cross sword struck the stone surface.

A number pops up on the light screen,

Grant looked at it and silently used his analysis skills to select the most suitable one.

He improves every time.

The numbers kept jumping up, 59, 60, 61, 62...

Finally stuck in

The surrounding mages didn't care much at first, but now their eyes gradually became serious. Especially when the other party hit a high number of 65, which scared them. Note that 65 means that this mage has perfected his spells for thirty or forty years.

of hard training.

"Hmph, he must have hidden his spell before and wanted to show it off in front of us. It's ridiculous. Does this mage really think this kind of behavior is funny?"

"That's right. A few of us can practice perfecting a spell even if we waste time on it, but overall it's still a loss."

Many mages whispered, with a hint of contempt in their eyes, obviously thinking that the mages in front of them were showing off.

Because Grant has changed his appearance, he doesn't worry about others knowing who he is. And after dealing with the two of them, he will immediately leave the Slaklin King's headquarters and go to the next city. The most important thing now is to become familiar with the spells. Then he will replace the next Death

hand, striking the stone again.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The energy continued to spill out, forming a circle.

The numbers keep jumping up.

Like jumping beans, the spell jumps directly to a high number.

"How come, it's another perfect spell." The eyes of the surrounding mages jumped, and they were obviously very surprised. If you can practice a spell to perfection, then anyone can do it. But there are two key talents. Of course, you can't hold it back.

You can still do it if you advance in level and practice spells hard.

Grant flicked his wrist and switched to the next spell.

Hit it. 55, 54, 59, 62 pops up... and finally gets stuck at 64.

The faces of the people around him trembled slightly, and some of them stopped talking. Apparently the three perfect spells surprised them.

Grant secretly estimated that he would make two more spells. Although he was about to leave, he could easily attract the attention of a fifth-level mage by creating dozens of spells that he had practiced to perfection.

At this moment, a woman came out of the crowd. Wearing a long skirt and black stockings, her beautiful face looked a little apologetic. She walked not far from Grant and said: "Hello, you are a Yalong Pet Mage.

What?"

"Who are you?" Grant's face darkened and he asked cautiously. In the nightmare border, his strength was at the bottom. For the sake of his life, he had to be careful.

"You bastard, you must be the owner of that gold-eating female dragon. Hurry up and give it to me..." An rude voice sounded in the minds of Grant and Lampage.

"Who are you?" Grant said coldly, with anger in his tone. Although he didn't know who it was, the strength of transmitting information was only at the late third level. Although he had to be careful, things that were not even at the fourth level could

It's ridiculous to be able to bully yourself.

"You, you dare to slander Master Loroka. You are simply seeking death. Master, kill this guy." Hidden Dragon growled angrily and said to Lampage.

Lampage's eyes flickered, and he hesitated. Just now, Grant had mastered several perfect spells in one breath. Obviously, the strength behind them and his own talent cannot be ignored.

"For this, you need to ask for permission first," Lampage said.

"You can't even handle this. Master, you are too cowardly. From now on, you will accompany me to kill everyone."

When Grant saw the conversation between the two people, his anger dissipated a lot. He walked over, got close to Lampelan and said, "I want to tell you something. That thing in your body is your magic pet. I don't know how you did it."

Master, why do you even dare to order your demon pet? Maybe the guy inside you is pretty good, but a demon that doesn’t respect and doesn’t obey you is worse than a dog on the roadside.”

After he finished speaking, he didn't plan to practice here. After all, a few spells were enough to deal with the skeleton mage and the leather-armored man. The remaining time could be used to deal with other things.

He walked straight on the path covered with green grass on both sides. After a while, he turned around the right corner and disappeared from the eyes of many mages and Lampage.

Lampage turned his head and asked himself over and over again through gritted teeth.

"Do you obey your master's will?"

"Master, what are you talking about? Hurry up and chase that guy. If you dare to treat me like this, I will kill him."

"Shut up." Lampage shouted inwardly and left the spot, leaving only a large group of ordinary fourth-level early stage mages standing there staring.

Lan Peiqi walked forward quietly, with a hint of clarity in her originally confused eyes. She knew that the previous way was wrong, so why should she tolerate Yalong.
Chapter completed!