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The morale of the students of the Star Academy was once again bursting. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Both male and female students were boiling and cheering. Bob's name resounded throughout the Starry Sky Academy. Even some of the younger instructors cheered.

Only some powerful professors, vice deans, and even deans seemed a little worried, and there was no trace of joy in their eyes. Bob had the courage to stand up and fight for the honor of the college, which was a good thing.

But no matter how good the courage is, it can't resist the crushing of strength.

Do you think that in this world, everyone is a child of flames? can kill the S-class with a half-step S-level strength, and finally kill the S-class.

Dean Emmons, in particular, stared at Wang Yan with a faint look in his eyes. Flame Child, you stinky boy, our Starry Sky Academy is in trouble enough, but you still want to make trouble? Didn't you see it when you were the dean, it was you kid who pushed Bob out and tricked him into the game.

also wants his own granddaughter, and he won't leave as soon as he sticks to Wang Yan's side. It's a shame, it's so embarrassing, I really want to slap that troublesome stinky boy to death. It's a pity that he doesn't dare, and he doesn't have the ability.

Although he thought that he was better than Gu Sheng, he didn't have the ability to slap Wang Yan to death. What's more, there is still a Yanzun on their heads.

Internal and external troubles.

Emmons's heart was filled with deep sorrow, and the future of the Starry Sky Academy seemed to be full of thorns and bumps.

"Quentin, teach him a good lesson, and don't show mercy to his subordinates. Babbitt, the dark singer, was also very embarrassed. I thought that he had already slapped the Starry Sky Academy in the face, but before he could start to feel good, a little fat man suddenly popped out to stir up trouble, which was really unbearable.

"Regent, don't worry. Quentin was also angry with the little fat man, his face was a little distorted, and Sen said coldly, "I will break his bones piece by piece and make him regret living in the world." ”

"Okay, let's stop talking nonsense and let's get started. Saladin, as a referee, was also very unhappy, and he didn't have a good face for this little fat man. I just want to end this farce quickly, and then leave more time to attack Lydia.

He always felt some foreboding, and if he continued to toss like this, his love with Lydia would drift apart.

It's a pity if his inner monologue is listened to by Lydia. Lydia will definitely look confused, when did I fall in love with you?

"Boy, if you have the courage to come up, don't admit defeat and surrender if you have a kind. Quentin grinned sarcastically as he held a cold skeletal staff.

This sentence should be said by me. "Little fat Bob, blood boiling in his body. In his life, he never felt so good. The energies that are silent in the body seem to be awakening in a special way. The blood flowed endlessly in the body, and the fighting spirit was excited.

"Look for death!"

Quentin frowned, full of anger, waved his skull staff, and spat out one incomprehensible incantation after another from his mouth. A cold and strange aura of death began to permeate the ring.

"What!necromancy!?"

As soon as that breath appeared, the faces of the instructors changed greatly. Even in the forbidden black magic, necromancy is a taboo in the taboo. That is the desecration of the dead, that is the defilement of the soul, that is the flattery of the kingdom of death.

If it weren't for the protection of the Dark Council, the dark magicians who learned undead magic would have been encircled and suppressed long ago.

Just when the little fat man Bob was stimulated by the breath of death, he was cold. The space in the ring seemed to have been torn open, and skeletons drilled out of the spatial cracks, their whole bodies as crystal clear as jade, and their eyes burned with dark green flames.

Three skeletons.

Each one is skeletal and agile. He also had terrifying bone spurs on his body, and he carried a sharp bone knife and shield in his hand, exuding a powerful undead aura.

Obviously, these three C+-level skeleton warriors are Quentin's killer feature.

Being able to cultivate and control three skeletons of this level, Quentin can already be regarded as a master of necromancy.

Of course, there is still a big gap between this level of necromancer magic and the necromancer Gabriel that Wang Yan once defeated. But for these young magicians, it is already an extremely powerful combat force.

From the stands, there was an exclamation from the student seats, necromancy, this is evil necromancy. For the students of the Star Academy, necromancy is a forbidden art, let alone research, and even contact cannot be touched.

And now, a dark mage is in front of them, casting evil necromantic magic. For those students, the impact on the psyche is understandable.

Although the little fat man Bob was enthusiastic, he couldn't help but tremble when he saw this, and he was faintly afraid, and he took two steps back and stumbled slightly.

"桀桀~"

Quentin laughed evilly, and the skeletal staff in his hand pointed at the fat Bob, and the three powerful skeletons stepped forward and rushed towards Bob. They are light and swift, exuding great power in their every move.

These skeleton warriors are not the slow skeletons in the game. It is a powerful C+-level skeleton that runs with agility and speed like three cheetahs. When they fight at full strength, they can even slaughter a small, heavily armed army.

And Bob himself is only a C+-level magician, and he is still a magician who has not undergone an internship and lacks combat experience. Faced with these three skeletons, he seemed to be frightened stupidly, and he froze in place and did not move.

Three cold bone knives blocked all of Bob's retreat and slashed at him in unison.

It's over, it's over!

The students' faces turned pale, but they didn't expect Bob to even support the first round, and the timid ones closed their eyes.

Just when many people thought that Bob was in danger of being cut into several pieces by the skeleton warriors this time. His eyes suddenly burst into two flaming red lights, and the surging flame power in his body burst outward.

The power of the flames ignited the air, forming a ring of fire that slammed in all directions in the form of a shock wave.

The palm that Wang Yan slapped on his shoulder before was not a casual clapp, but instilled a pure yang fire into the little fat man. Pure Yang flames flowed through his body, stimulating the life potential of little fat Bob.

With such a subtle control, even if you change to Yan Zun, you can't do it. And Wang Yan's ability to do it also comes from his comprehension and control of the law of flames, which is to reach the level of a king.

Under the interference of his law of flames, the Pure Yang Flame was as agile as if it had life.

Of course, it is also because the little fat man himself is a flame mage who is good at flames, and his body has a very high degree of compatibility with the fusion of flame elements. In this way, Wang Yan was able to slap the Pure Yang True Fire into his body, temporarily raising the level of the flame element in his body.

It's a completely different way to help on the train. On the train, Wang Yan directly relied on his strong spiritual power to fix those gargoyles and became a living target for the little fat man.

But here, there are two legendary magicians on the scene, who will definitely see through Wang Yan's little tricks.

It is different to give the little fat man a pure yang true fire, this kind of concealed method, in exchange for Wang Yan's master Yan Zun, can he gain insight into one or two. Even if the rest were half-body powerhouses in other departments, they didn't want to notice Wang Yan's small movements.

Bob's sudden outburst shocked everyone's eyes.

The power of that instantaneous flame ring almost reached the power of a B-rank magician, and it was full of the meaning of "Flame Domain".

"Boom!"

The three skeleton warriors exploded backwards as if they had been hit by a bomb at close range. The bones as crystal clear as jade and hard as iron cracked, and shards were scattered all over the ground. Two of the skeleton warriors were directly exploded, and the remaining one was only half of its body.

The power of the Ring of Flames almost strangled three C+-level skeletons with a single blow.

"Poof!"

Quentin spurted out a mouthful of blood, and staggered back a few steps, his arrogant eyes full of horror, "How is it possible!?"

These three C+-level skeletons are all the best skeletons that he has carefully cultivated, and he has separated a trace of it in his soul and integrated it into the soul fire of those skeletons.

In Huaxiaguo's words, these skeleton warriors are all Quentin's natal skeleton warriors. Once dead, when the soul fire is instantly extinguished, it will impact Quentin's soul.

Such a change was not only shocking to Quentin, but even the two legendary magicians Emmons and Babbitt were stunned.

A small C+-level magician, not to mention the instant ring of flames, can even kill three C+-level skeleton warriors in one body. Although suspected of sneak attacks, the Skeleton Warrior is also notoriously crispy.

But after all, it's a C+-level skeleton warrior?

And in that ring of flames, it seems to be a domain-level implication. But the two legendary magicians always felt that there was something wrong with that meaning, as if there was a trace of the power of the law.

Generally speaking, only when you reach the peak of B-level can you advance to the half-step A-level level by comprehending a trace of law power.

But that arrogant little fat man, except for the surging power of the flame element in his body, he is a C+-level rookie no matter how you look at it.

It's weird!

At the same time that the two legendary magicians were puzzled. All the students cheered wildly. There are even several, violating the rules, using amplification magic.

Bob! Bob!

This name resounded like thunder throughout the academy.

In such a crazy scene, the mentors also turned a blind eye, without the strictness they usually have. Either way, Bob was glad to have frustrated the dark magicians who came to the door.

Everyone didn't notice Wang Yan in the ordinary audience. In their eyes, he was just a small henchman of His Highness Saladin, and he was not worth paying attention to.

Only the beautiful magician Lydia, who was sitting next to Wang Yan, looked at Wang Yan suspiciously, and said softly: "Sir, is it your ghost?"

…… (To be continued.) )