The old man in white robe stared at the mutated blood liger soul, his eyes flickering, and after a trace of hesitation appeared on his face, he originally wanted to step forward to help, but he also knew that the arcanist could not be manipulated during the soul refining process.
If you are disturbed, your mental strength will be severely damaged.
Because of such worries, the old man in white robe did not dare to take action at all. He shook his head and said with a wry smile: "This little guy is really unlucky. The core of the mutated blood liger, which is unique in a million, can actually cause him to encounter
Come on, I’m afraid this little guy’s exam is in vain.”
Just when everyone showed pity on their faces and shook their heads, Zhuo Wen's originally closed eyes suddenly opened, and a ray of light burst out from his eyes.
"Hmph! Even though you are a bit special and have the strength of a second-level Yuan Beast, you still can't escape from my grasp!"
With a cold snort, a surge of spiritual power like a huge wave suddenly surged out from his Niwan Palace, turned into a huge palm of spiritual power, and violently crushed towards the soul of the roaring blood liger.
"This mental power...has actually reached the second level?" This mental power was like a tide, permeating the entire hall. The old man in white robe who had been shaking his head helplessly was the first to react. His old face trembled and he looked at the man in disbelief.
A huge palm transformed by spiritual power in mid-air.
Ouch!
The soul of the blood liger looked up to the sky and screamed, as if feeling the power of Zhuo Wen's mental power, it stamped its feet into the void, trying to escape.
"Want to escape? It's not that easy." Zhuo Wen focused his eyes, stepped lightly with the soles of his feet, and the electric light flashed suddenly. He instantly came to the soul of the blood liger, and then pressed hard with his palm, and the huge mental power palm fiercely
Ranked above the soul of the blood liger.
Boom!
The tens of feet of huge blood liger soul, under the huge power of the mental palm, suddenly fell like a meteor in the center of the hall, and actually smashed the hall into a deep pit, causing other people who were close to cough dryly.
Endless.
Woohoo!
A sad whimper sounded softly, and the soul of the bloody liger in the pit got up again, lying on the ground and whining for mercy, as if it had been frightened by Zhuo Wen.
"What a bastard. I can't give in as soon as possible. I have to suffer some physical pain before I am willing to give in." After falling back to the ground, Zhuo Wen waved his right hand, and the soul of the bloody liger in the deep pit became the size of a palm.
Enter into the palm of Zhuo Wen.
After collecting the blood liger's soul as if nothing had happened, Zhuo Wen frowned and glanced at the dazed old man in white robe not far away, and said lightly: "There is no regulation in the assessment that does not allow destruction of the venue, right?"
The old man in white robe took a deep look at Zhuo Wen, but suddenly smiled and said: "Of course there are no rules. If my prediction is correct, my mental power should have reached the second level, and I can conquer the mutant blood."
The soul of a liger, I guess my spiritual power is at least a second-grade master, even an arcanist with a minor second-grade accomplishment would have some difficulty subduing this mutated blood liger."
As soon as the white-robed old man said this, the hall suddenly became extremely quiet. Everyone looked at the young man in the center in disbelief. The young man in front of them was only sixteen or seventeen years old. Being able to reach a first-class arcanist at such an age is considered
He is a genius, but the young man in front of him has the spiritual power of a second-grade master. Such qualifications are a bit monstrous!
No one dares to doubt the judgment of the old man in white robe, because the old man in white robe is the only fourth-grade arcanist in the hall, and is also the vice-president of the Arcane Guild. He has a pivotal position in both the Arcane Guild and Broken Rock City.
When Ouyang Xishui heard this, she was immediately confused. The young man whom she had despised just now actually had the spiritual power of a second-grade master. Wouldn't it mean that his strength was about to catch up with that of her cousin Ouyang Yatao? Moreover, Zhuo Wen
is a little younger than her...
Looking at the weak blood liger soul in the palm of his hand, and looking at the amazing one-horned blood liger soul in the palm of Zhuo Wen's hand, Ouyang Xishui suddenly felt how ridiculous his desire to compare just now was, maybe Zhuo Wen had learned from
Didn't you take her seriously in the first place?
With a hint of self-mockery on her pretty face, Ouyang Xishui suddenly felt a little uninterested.
Xuan Ling's hands froze, and he turned his head stiffly to look at the smiling Cangmu beside him, and said in a dry voice: "Cangmu! You are really good at hiding things. Your disciple's mental power has already reached the second level of Xiaocheng.
Well, you still said it was just so-so at that time..."
"No way! I'm here to keep a low profile. Naturally, I won't brag about how powerful my disciple is. I'm not that thick-skinned." Cangmu's face was full of joy at this time. After all, Zhuo Wen is his disciple, and Zhuo Wen is in the limelight.
, as a master, his face naturally shines.
Moreover, what he is most proud of is that the second-grade mental power is not Zhuo Wen's limit, because Zhuo Wen's real mental power has reached the level of third-grade. If Cangmu tells this fact now, I don't know how many people in this hall will
My jaw dropped!
Hearing Cangmu's profound words, Xuanling smiled coquettishly, but stopped talking.
At this time, Ouyang Yatao, who was standing behind Xuan Ling, also had a look of shock on his face. He also did not expect that Zhuo Wen was so young and his spiritual power was only a step behind him. After all, he was only at the second level of perfection.
In the center of the hall, Zhuo Wen nodded slightly. After a slight hesitation, he continued: "If nothing happens, I will continue the assessment. After all, I have not completed the refining of the blood energy crystal."
"Haha! No need. Since you have the mental power of a second-grade master, the assessment of this level of arcanist will be a piece of cake for you! You don't need to take the assessment anymore. I will directly award you the badge of the second-level arcanist.
Well, it also saves time for the second-grade arcanist assessment." The old man in white robe said with a hearty smile.
After saying that, the old man slapped the Qiankun bag, and a stream of light immediately shot out from the bag and flew towards Zhuo Wen.
Stretching out his right hand, Zhuo Wen caught the stream of light. After a closer look, he realized that the stream of light was a badge engraved with two gold lines, which was the identity badge of the arcanist.
"This is your badge. With this badge, you can receive a unique uniform for arcanists in the guild!" The old man in white robe smiled slightly at Zhuo Wen, then straightened his face and faced the test
There were stunned students in the venue who shouted: "Don't be in a daze, everyone, continue the test. The time for burning incense is almost here."
The students who came back to their senses looked enviously at Zhuo Wen who had already received the badge, and then started to hurriedly continue to refine the Yuan Jing again. Ouyang Xishui, on the other hand, took a complicated look at Zhuo Wen's back,
He also reinvested in the refining of blood energy crystals.
"Little brother, how old are you this year? Whose disciple are you that can teach such a genius like you?" The old man in white robe turned his head again and looked at Zhuo Wen with a smile, his face full of admiration.
"Seventeen years old. As for my master, he is the old man over there who looks a little frustrated!" Zhuo Wen shrugged, pointed at Master Cangmu from a distance, and said calmly.
"You have reached the second level arcanist at the age of seventeen!" When the old man in white robe heard this, the smile on his face became more intense, and then he followed Zhuo Wen's fingertips and looked at Cangmu.
"As expected, it's Cangmu. Why did this boy suddenly come back to the Arcane Guild? It turns out he brought his disciples here for testing! But he can accept a disciple like you, I'm afraid he will be very happy!" White Robe
The old man nodded towards Cangmu, who was not far away, and couldn't help but smile.
Zhuo Wen also knew that the old man in white robe was the vice-president of the Arcane Guild and had a good relationship with his master Cangmu, so Zhuo Wen's attitude was quite respectful. After the two chatted for a few words, Zhuo Wen met Xuan Ling and Ouyang.
The strange eyes of Yatao and the two returned to Master Cangmu's side.
The time for a stick of incense passed quickly, and during this period there were still many people on the stone platform who had failed and left with sad expressions.
In the end, only two people passed this test. One of them was Ouyang Xishui, and the other was a middle-aged man. Both of them also accepted the badge of a first-class arcanist issued by the old man in white robe.
"Master! Cousin!" Ouyang Xishui returned to Xuan Ling and glanced at Zhuo Wen who looked calm next to him, his face full of depression.
She was a bit older than Zhuo Wen, and her martial arts skills were no match for Zhuo Wen's, but her mental strength was not as good as that of the young man in front of her. This made Ouyang Xishui's original self-confidence suddenly show signs of collapse.
"Xishui! You don't have to be discouraged. If you can reach the first level arcanist at this age, you are considered a genius in the entire Broken Rock City! As for Zhuo Wen... that guy is a bit of a monster, so it's better not to compare!" Xuan Ling
After a pause, he said helplessly.
After hearing Xuan Ling's comforting words, Ouyang Xishui felt even more depressed. Especially after seeing Zhuo Wen's nonchalant expression, there was always a sense of irritation in her heart, and she could not help but hum: "Humph! Can you reach the level of two?"
Being an arcanist is nothing special. We have countless geniuses in Broken Rock City, and there will always be someone who can put pressure on you. Now your mental strength is just not as good as that of my cousin."
"Oh! Is this what you want to say? Are you done? If you are done, then I won't accompany you!" Zhuo Wen yawned lazily, glanced at Ouyang Xishui, who was a little angry, and put down his words.
After saying this, he walked out of the hall minding his own business.
Zhuo Wen really didn't care about Ouyang Xishui and Ouyang Yatao in front of him. After all, his mental power had reached the third level, so he really didn't take these two people into consideration. Besides, he heard Master Cangmu say
, there will really be several evil geniuses participating in this arcane ceremony, and they are all third-grade arcane masters. That is Zhuo Wen's goal!
"You..." Seeing Zhuo Wen's attitude, Ouyang Xishui stamped his feet, his pretty face flushed with anger, but he was helpless to do anything to the young man in front of him. After all, he couldn't beat him again and again, and his mental strength was one level behind him.
At this time, in a corridor behind the hall, two figures stood quietly, one was a middle-aged man with gray hair on his temples, and the other was a woman with a cold expression.
"This little guy's talent is no worse than yours! I'm afraid he will be a stronger opponent during the Arcane Ceremony!" the middle-aged man said with a smile.
"It's just a second-grade master arcanist. I don't even pay attention to Ouyang Yatao. Do I still care about this unknown person?" The woman's expression was still indifferent. After saying this, she said
He turned and left the corridor.
The middle-aged man smiled slightly, looked at Zhuo Wen's back, and suddenly said seriously: "I'm afraid this little guy is not simple! If little girl like Xueno is careless, I'm afraid I will suffer a big loss during the arcane ceremony."