The mental power in the mage tower fluctuates steadily and gradually converges. It is obvious that it has successfully broken through and is adapting to the current state.
"How can I make up for the time spent practicing?"
Mo Lan fell into deep thought. He wanted to give reasonable compensation to those who served the association.
They have no shortage of simple wealth. They can become elite members of the Mage Association, or even elders and vice-presidents. Many of them have a guild supporting them behind them.
There are five hundred members of the Mage Association, and more than two hundred people have guild support behind them. The last time they were registered in a certain guild, they did not join or have any actual duties, but they received money and only needed occasional help.
The remaining two hundred or so people are not invited by anyone, but they just don't want to. They can redeem the money and resources they need by completing some tasks within the association. They don't need to be a guild, and they don't want to be a guild.
Even ordinary members of the Mage Association are extremely popular among the outside world. This is the gold content of the Mage Association.
Therefore, simply compensating wealth has no meaning, and in Mo Lan's view, it is simply an insult to them.
Just like Mo Lan himself, if someone asked him to pay him to help with work, thereby delaying his research and practice, Mo Lan would not even look at him, and would even feel unhappy. No amount of money would make any difference.
So the first thing to exclude is financial compensation.
"Magic plant treasures? Forget it, low-level ones are no different from money, and high-level associations can't get them now.
How about technology library points? Hey, it’s a bit interesting, but it’s not very interesting. Give them time and they can get points for their own research, which will also be beneficial to their own growth.”
Mo Lan had a headache and his eyebrows were furrowed.
"It would be great if there was a time-based spell. It would directly double the time. Twenty-four hours a day would be used for management, and another forty-eight hours would be used for practice and research."
When Mo Lan complained, a light suddenly flashed in his mind.
"Wait a minute, research doesn't count. If it's cultivation, then maybe there's a way!"
However, at this moment, a familiar voice sounded, interrupting Mo Lan's thoughts.
"God Mo, God Mo, are you doing anything here? You are all standing outside."
"No, Yi Fei, why are you here? Are you all here too?"
Mo Lan gathered his thoughts, jotted down a few notes on his notepad, looked at the person coming, and said with some surprise.
"Hey, we didn't disturb you, did we? I'm sorry, I didn't say anything in advance when I came."
Yi Fei noticed Mo Lan's actions and immediately said apologetically.
"It's okay, it's okay, don't bother me."
"Oh, that's good. If I accidentally interrupted Mo Shen's inspiration, then I would be guilty of a big sin.
By the way, I made a mistake. I came here this time mainly for two things.
First of all, what you said to us last time is, I think everyone is here, and then we will discuss it together."
Yi Fei didn't click through, but Mo Lan reacted as soon as he heard it and nodded.
"Secondly, let's take over our association's spell-breaking swordsman class transfer method. The points accumulated should be enough to exchange for a skill with constant spells, right?"
"Oh, that's enough, you can go through the process when the time comes.
But...a spell-breaking swordsman?"
Mo Lan looked at Yi Fei thoughtfully, and the others were also slightly different.
The name of this profession made them a little bit fanciful.
"Hey, this is the last thing. A person from our association wants to challenge you."
Yi Fei said a little embarrassed.
"He wanted to challenge him before. He couldn't see the taillights of the car he was thrown away by you. He couldn't help it. Now he finally saw the taillights of the car. He quickly seized the opportunity to see how big the gap is with Mo Shen.
In addition, I would also like to show Mo Shen the spell-breaking swordsman profession, so that I can calculate a good price later during the appraisal.
The profession of spell-breaker swordsman is not weak."
It has to be said that Yi Fei is very good at talking. He obviously wants to challenge Mo Lan, but he puts his attitude to the extreme and makes people irritated.
"That's him."
Yi Fei pointed at the player behind him who was looking at Mo Lan with a cold face, a hint of pride on his face.
Yi Fei smiled when he saw this.
"I was born as a professional player and I have a sense of pride. God Mo will forgive me."
However, before Yi Fei finished speaking, this man spoke.
"One sword is enough to kill you."
When the mages around him heard this, their eyes immediately changed. The eyes that were originally looking at the excitement turned cold instantly, but they didn't say anything or make any moves. It was just that the elements in the air began to stir unknowingly.
At this moment, there are at least nearly a hundred third-level spells in preparation, which can be released at any time.
The mage never fails to beep.
The smile on Mo Lan's face faltered, and the hand behind his back pressed down.
Yi Fei's face instantly darkened, and he was about to say something, but before he could say anything, a voice sounded from the direction of the mage tower.
"Challenge the president? Who do you think you are? Can any cat or dog challenge the president?"
Everyone looked towards the direction of the mage tower, and saw a man holding a steel staff with eyebrows in his hand.
The staff is as thick as an egg, and at the top near the eyebrow is a pure steel ball slightly larger than a fist. A crystal is symbolically inlaid in the middle. It insists that it is a staff.
Seeing this, Mo Lan had a smile on his face, turned his head and said to Yi Fei.
"Yi Fei, the person here happens to have just been promoted to the fourth ring mage.
What is your... name?"
"His name is..."
Yi Fei waved his hand just as he was about to say something to Mo Lan.
"Forget it, it doesn't matter what his name is, he just happened to be promoted.
It's better to let the two of them fight, lest I end up bullying the juniors."
"Mo Lan, you..."
"Shut up!"
A cold light flashed in Yi Fei's eyes, he shouted in a low voice, and then he looked at Mo Lan with a smile on his face.
"That's fine, then where does God Mo plan to be?"
Yi Fei took Mo Lan's steps and walked down the stairs.
"Just right here."
Mo Lan said aloud.
"Put away your spells one by one. Isn't it a shame?
You act as if you have never seen the world before. You feel proud to tell others in advance that you are going to cast a spell, right?
Next time, I will add a special lesson on how to cover up elemental fluctuations before casting a spell. It's embarrassing.
Now everyone spread out and leave a 100-meter circle for them to duel."
The surrounding mages laughed and got out of the way, but Yi Fei was startled when he heard the words.
"This one hundred meters? How about a little further?"
"It's okay, it's okay."
Mo Lan waved his hand, and the swordsman player turned cold upon seeing this, snorted coldly, and walked towards Zhang Guangmo.
After a while, a 100-meter circle became empty. Mo Lan organized people to cast spells and used a five-centimetre-high step to indicate the scope of the circle.
"You lose when you leave the circle, you end when you die, and the battle begins when the stone in my hand hits the ground."
Mo Lan threw the stone in his hand, and everyone focused their eyes on it.
Boom!
The moment the stone fell to the ground, the long sword was unsheathed, and a strange energy vibrated in the swordsman's body. The edge of the sword pointed towards it, and the elements fell silent.
The sharp blade was unsheathed and a white light flashed, making everyone's hearts feel slightly cold.
Although this swordsman is arrogant, he still has some strength, and this profession seems to be a bit restrained by the mage. Zhang Guang is not interested in him...
Everyone turned to look at Zhang Guangmo, but he disappeared instantly, leaving only the fluctuations of four spells in place.
A spell burst out with dazzling light, as if looking directly at the sun. Except for the members of the association who used spell protection in advance, everyone was blinded.
During the light spell, a spell wave fell around the swordsman. The mages who observed with their mental power found that the elements and air around the swordsman were all disturbed, and there was no longer any order.
The swordsman who suddenly lost consciousness bowed his waist and slashed around with his sword!
The sword left traces, and the disturbing elements seemed to have been cut off by the long sword, but nothing was found.
Zhang Guangmo appeared silently above his head, and the staff in his hand fell towards his head in an instant. The speed was fast, but there was no whistle, and even the strong wind disappeared. It was so quiet that it was strange.
Bang!
Yi Fei and others regained their vision. When they opened their eyes, they saw a headless corpse lying down. Zhang Guangmo shook his head disdainfully while holding a staff.
