0215 Chapter 5 Rebirth of Blood Candle Castle (Section 13)
"Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to cope with the next situation if you put on an arm to grab the first place?" There was something in the words of the six-armed examiner.
Ai Luogensi did not understand the meaning, and asked instead: "Am I not considered to have been admitted to the Taiju Academy with first place results?"
In her opinion, this battle may be her only chance to enroll in school.
As soon as they met, with richer combat experience than most of the candidates present, Sister A immediately judged that in a serious duel, at least half of the candidates here were not strong enough to compete with her.
At least one-fifth of these people can fight until they have no chance to surrender. The more times they are on stage, the longer the battle lasts, and the lower their winning rate is.
In other words, when the first idiot gave away a head in vain, it could be said to be her last chance to pass the exam. Either come first or die, it's that simple.
"To be honest, it doesn't count," Examiner Spei smiled half-heartedly: "Although theoretically this result cannot be changed, until you sign a contract with any mentor and become a disciple, it cannot be regarded as Blood Candle Castle in the true sense.
disciple."
"What's the difference?" Ai Luogensi raised her eyebrows slightly. Many candidates in the audience also looked curious.
Of course they understand the master-disciple system of Blood Candle Castle, but they also have not considered the difference between the contract before and after confirming the noun.
Soon, a strong wind from outside answered Ai Luogensi's question. It was an overwhelming momentum, as if it could level the entire huge castle building of Blood Candle Keep with one blow.
A similar feeling has only been experienced by Ai Luogensi in the [furious audience].
"Ant! Give back my son's life!"
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A few minutes ago, in a stone hall at the bottom of Blood Candle Castle, Zhen Cheng stared at the colorful, palm-sized feather in front of him.
"This is a feather test, used to judge the qualifications of a magician," Ms. Mediana smiled kindly across from her: "Generally speaking, Blood Candle Castle will not conduct any investigation or investigation into the background of students.
limited.
But your situation is rather special. I have almost no information about you. I don’t even know where you came from or how you passed the Blood Candle Castle freshman entrance exam.
And the magic you showed in the exam is a unique and extremely special way of casting spells that has never been recorded.
It's so subtle that I don't need to say more. You should also know in your heart that it is impossible to create a way to exert power at your current level, no matter how talented you are.
But even if I care about these things, I won't pursue them or ask any more questions. Blood Candle Castle provides equal competition opportunities for every living being who can appear in the examination room.
The current situation is that you have passed the first round of entrance exams, and all that remains is to assign a tutor.
Based on the talent you have shown, I personally am very happy to accept you as my disciple. But your unique way of using arcane magic and the potential you have shown are destined to attract many wolf-like eyes in the academy.
Due to this pressure, I cannot directly accept you as my disciple unless it is proven that your arcane talent is in the field I am good at.
In fact, I think the talent shown in your spellcasting method is really consistent with the magic of the Metaphysical Temple School that I am responsible for in the school. Our school focuses on the study of the fields of spirit, thinking and will..."
Zhen Cheng was almost sure that Ms. Mediana was still in the examination hall, leading the dream that put each candidate to the test, and was having a headache revising the examination questions because of her unconventional revelations.
So could this identical figure in front of me be the clone of the Great Dream Builder?
Before Mediana finished her sentence, rebuttals followed one after another as the portals suddenly opened in the room:
"Nonsense, the power she used clearly involves the level of the soul! She belongs to the Pale Dimension School." The first person to step out of the portal was a skeleton with some rotten flesh remaining on it. If it hadn't been wrapped in a dirty
It has a dark red cloak, and some people believe it if they say it just climbed off the specimen rack.
The mandible didn't even move when it made the sound, and we don't know how the sound that was actually vibrating the air was made.
Before the skeleton finished speaking, an old man shrouded in holy light walked out from the diagonal. The old man had an immortal air and was wearing an exaggerated red robe, which was very cool. But as soon as he opened his mouth, his image completely collapsed.
bad:
"You can pull her down! She has so much rotten flesh and bones in the pale dimension, but she still wants to come up with such a way of following her words? Let me tell you, she is destined to belong to our magical profession! Only with the help of the power of a superior being,
Only then is it possible..."
"No, no, no, don't act like that," another portal opened, and out came a dwarf wearing a full set of armor and an orange-red cloak. His attire seemed incompatible with all the mages present:
"This girl is destined to belong to the Shengyan Formation School! I checked, and she is not on the list of candidates at all. This is a grassroots genius who was born and raised. She will definitely want to use her unique talent to repay the public.
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"Bah! You are evil!"
"You're here to cause trouble, right?! Go out into the void and fight!"
"This is a great and knowledgeable school of magic. Do you want to solve problems like those brainless lunatics from the School of Physical Arts?"
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Obviously, these red-robed mages were originally watching the live broadcast of the examination room in their respective offices. No matter who did it, they could not stop these big bosses from paying attention to a dark horse among the freshmen of the Magic Academy.
At first, they were all plotting something secretly in their respective offices, but when they heard the dean mention the idea of recruiting disciples, and saw the roasted duck about to fly away from their mouths, none of them could sit still.
Zhen Cheng was a little stunned for a moment amid all the chatter. Obviously, in a place like Blood Candle Castle, a single genius with a keen mind would not be able to cause such a fight among these big shots.
What these great magicians want is the secret of her speaking and casting spells. Naturally, Zhen Cheng herself cannot explain these things clearly, but if someone becomes her mentor, they will naturally have a lot of time to slowly mine her mind.
.
This excavation can be done with good intentions or with bad intentions, it all depends on who falls into the hands of her. Zhen Cheng doesn't know how much initiative she has in this matter, so her expression becomes particularly cautious.
She had not considered before that on that rainy night in Olympus, the method of sublimation that Qu Yun claimed was tailor-made for her was really "tailor-made", and she just created a method that had never appeared in the history of magic.
previous method of casting spells.
Where did that silver-haired girl who looked younger than herself get this mysterious way of sublimation?