Battle on the stage.

Ren Xiyun drew the magic circle for sacrifice and began to recite something at high speed.

Card!

The gems he placed around the magic circle suddenly shattered into pieces, and melted into various liquids like ice, flowing along the lines of the magic circle toward the center.

There was a fanged figure in the magic circle, and a wolves-headed and human-body monster appeared, and as the liquid flowed in, the figure became more and more solid.

"This werewolf can easily unload the door of a car, and it is more than enough to deal with you." Everything was ready, just waiting for the magic to be completed by itself, Ren Xiyun stood up and was proud.

This werewolf was obtained by his family, and the priests could try to sign contracts with monsters summoned many times to establish a more stable summoning relationship.

The zombie is only encountered in the illusion world in dungeons and is not naturally generated in the wild. After all, its body image is obviously a fictional creature.

In the new life, the zombie unconsciously tear a large area of ​​existence.

but……

No matter how strong it is, isn’t it not summoned yet?

Qinglin had quick eyes and quick hands. He had replaced his magical equipment and carried Qingfeng with his sword. When he pointed his sword, the sword's edge broke out.

He jumped, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and ignored the shaking round platform and jumped directly to Ren Xiyun's round platform, with the tip of the sword slashing on the magic circle.

"Roar!" The werewolf phantom roared unwillingly, and his sharp claws stretched out to grab him, but it could not even cut off the hair in the corner of Qinglin's eyes.

Qinglin turned around and put away his sword, turned around gracefully, "To be honest, I was shocked when I saw you start drawing the magic circle in front of me. The priests famously cast the shaking length before casting. Do you look down on me?"

Faced with his questioning eyes, Ren Xiyun, who had finally stood firm and was not shaken off the roundabout, widened his eyes.

He pointed at the hilt of the sword behind Qinglin's shoulder in disbelief, "Aren't you a mage? Why are you still carrying this melee weapon?!"

In his vision, Qinglin should have had a hard time building a magic array, and then was caught off guard by his summoned monster.

What is the routine of suddenly having an extra sword on your back? Have you seen too many Lord of the Rings?

Qing Lin explained calmly: "As a mage with a weak constitution, it is normal for me to bring a sword to defend myself, right?"

This is true. Compared with him, his physique is indeed weaker.

Only D. (up to three plus signs)

The average level of the public is D.

"What's more, the sword is my staff."

In Ren Xiyun's shocked eyes, Qinglin just pinched a hand and the sword on his back flew out of thin air, rushed up, and then suddenly flew down vertically, inserted in front of Ren Xiyun's toes.

"Ah!" The sword was too fast, and Ren Xiyun was so scared that he trembled, but his hind legs fell to the table.

"You...you are not a mage at all!"

Someone came, change the pants for Mr. Ren.

"Whatever you say."

Qinglin's hand changed, and the sword inserted on the stage moved again, and this time he no longer showed mercy.

The sword tip pointed straight at Ren Xiyun!

Ren Xiyun quickly got up, and behind him was the edge of the round platform.

But he was not panicked. (I was scared just now, it doesn't count!)

"Do you think I'll have no backup?"

He allowed himself to be stabbed in the chest by the sword, but the sword was hard to go further.

Qing Lin glanced indifferently and felt that the seemingly ordinary gray cloth clothes on Ren Xiyun were not simple.

Enchanted, and a few amulets were stuffed at the guarantee...

"Your father really cares about you, afraid that you will be targeted by robbery, and afraid that you will be beaten to death by monsters. He has prepared such an inconspicuous set of equipment for you."

"Hmph, are you envious?" Ren Xiyun was really unconscious. In his eyes, Pin Dad is something you are proud of. "I'll let your dad make a set for you when I go back, but it's a pity that this thing is not cheap."

What is precise thunder stepping on?

"Not to say it, I really can't ask my dad to make one for me..."

The words were very easy-going, but Qinglin's eyes instantly changed like a person. He looked at Ren Xiyun, very cold.

Ren Xiyun was shocked and felt that the little force that was pressing on his chest suddenly disappeared. He lowered his head and found that the flying sword was no longer there. He was about to turn his head to look for it, but his neck suddenly became cold.

"Oh no, careless!"

The sword light flashed, Ren Xiyun's head fell to the ground, and blood spilled on the spot, dyeing half of the round platform red.

Suddenly, the freshmen on the platforms around them stopped and looked at this side in fear.

Although everyone has experienced the fantasy world for a while, not everyone has been exposed to such exciting scenes.

Some freshmen have poor adaptability and feel a little tumble in their stomachs and want to vomit.

Ren Xiyun's consciousness was pulled back to the biosilver in time, but the memories before he was beheaded are still vivid in his mind.

"This guy is crazy! Is he killing without blinking!?"

He has never died! He doesn't want to die either!

An emotion called fear began to grow in his heart.

"That rich guy was killed."

In the audience, Yuxi and Xinmeng both saw this scene.

They all frowned.

Although the mage test makes people attack each other, the method of elimination is mainly to push the opponent off the round table.

Injury is inevitable, but he was killed so bloodyly...

But they just frowned. As a fantasy player, they have long been used to it.

"That newborn's method of casting seems to be a practitioner." Xinmeng, as a mage teacher, is familiar with all the sub-level ranks of the mage ranks.

But there was still a little uncertainty in her words, because there were too few practitioners.

"No way... how many students of this kind of rank can meet one."

"I can't go wrong." Xinmeng stared at the mist threads lingering on Qinglin's fingers and asserted, "This class of students has a headache."

It’s not that practitioners are not good, but sometimes this rank is right... I want to overcome the tribulation, like a time bomb. It’s okay to encounter a demon disaster in the heart, just hold it down, but if I encounter a thunder tribulation, it won’t be a waste of people like such a densely populated area in the university town?

I can only keep the teacher paying attention all the time.

This means working overtime, very tired...

That's right, work overtime and make key points.

I can only pray that this freshman will not be assigned to her class.

The camera turned back to the arena next door.

The test of Ye Crazy batch has come to an end, and there are less than four people left in the jungle.

"These four are all good seedlings." Instructor Yan Feng looked at the stalemate and not only did not rush, but also nodded with satisfaction.

"It's all carved from the same mold as you." Yan Lin was pulled to see Voldemort together, very bored.

Among the eliminated freshmen, there are several who like it very much.

He is an assassin of the Poison Sect and likes to use poison, but unfortunately he was killed by the old Yinbi of the Blade Sect like his brother.

This is why the two brothers always love each other and kill each other.

Alas, how tired you are in fighting and killing, how boring you are squatting while lying down, how can you be poisonous and interesting?

Why did my brother not understand after being poisoned by him so many times? He still always beat me...
Chapter completed!