He took the fate card and quickly left along the arena passage, and the second-level judgment tutor in the battle zone looked at Mojiaer's back and shook his head secretly, a student like this who killed a killer in the arena was very unpopular with the mentor. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

After that, the fierce controversy in the arena over this life-and-death battle that was as exciting as the sixth-level battle zone even led to the scene of the next dozens of students fighting against each other had nothing to do with Mojiaer.

This battle also traumatized his soul index, but fortunately, he experienced the life and death grinding of the bad old man's illusion, so that his soul index increased again, otherwise it would be a situation of serious injury, especially at the last moment, he overdrew his soul power and released a third-level magic, instantly extracting one-third of his soul power, making the remaining soul power in his mind almost empty, leaving only a few wisps of liquid soul power and a small cloud of mist soul power ups and downs.

When Mogar returned to Tibet, Xia Yi had already left, and he forced himself to greet Griffitz with sleepiness, and took the elevator to his room, where he took the potion for the third time and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Mo Jia opened his tired eyes and shook his head, the sequelae of yesterday's battle had not completely disappeared, and the medicine given by Old Trino seemed to have a slight resistance to Mo Jiaer, and his repair ability was not as good as before.

He sensed the Divine Court slightly, and after a night of independent element absorption, the mist soul power in the Divine Court recovered to about one-twentieth degree, and at this rate, it would probably take at least five days to recover to the previous amount of soul power.

At this time, Griffitz appeared beside his bedside, raised his other ears and said, "Those two are still people? The freshman can release third-level magic, it is simply a pervert, and the newcomer who won is even more perverted among perverts." ”

Then he let go of his finger under a cry of pain from Mo Jiaer, and said: "What I said just now is the most hotly discussed topic in the entire arena right now, you have once again become the school's 'Man of the Year', and have been included in the 'worst list' by all the tutors, hey, it doesn't seem to be a good reputation." After speaking, he dropped a breakfast, and pushed the door out, leaving a dazed Mo Jiaer rubbing his pinched ears.

After eating breakfast, he came to the ninth floor with his own strength, entered the secret room, and saw the information displayed on the fate card Mo Jiaer almost fainted, although it was only two layers away from the seven-layer Rubik's Cube, but the difference in soul points consumed was 20 times, and the nine-layer Rubik's Cube needed 100,000 soul points in an hour.

Mo Jiaer endured the sharp pain in his heart, scolded the Black Heart Academy twice, and began to absorb the wind element, after all, this was no longer burning money, but burning his weak heart, when he sensed the wind element that was so dense that it turned into mist, he nodded secretly.

The increase in the soul index made his speed of absorbing the elements increase again, and the speed of refining also accelerated, and bursts of mist elements were pulled into his body, and after seven vortex refinement, they converged into a rich liquid element, which rotated around his body and merged into the divine court, transforming into a large mass of extremely dense mist soul power, wrapping those few wisps of liquid soul power.

An hour later, surrounded by the dense mist elements of the nine-layer Rubik's Cube, the soul power in the Mojiaer Divine Court reached the previous amount again, and it continued to increase, two hours later, the concentration of the elements in the secret room gradually decreased, and when the last trace of the element was absorbed, the soul power in his Divine Court had occupied three-fifths of the entire space.

As long as he stayed in the nine-layer Rubik's Cube for two days, Mo Jiaer was confident that he would break through to become a third-level magician, after all, the amount of soul power absorbed and refined in one hour here was worth the amount of refining in three days in the outside world.

He took the Destiny Card, and there were still 75260 soul points left in it, and he rubbed the complex lines on the surface of the Destiny Card, and a crazy idea gradually conceived in his mind.

Mogar left Tibet and walked on the 'cranberry' avenue, breathing in the slightly cool air, and he stopped to look at the yellowing maple forests in the distant mountains, the time always passed inadvertently, and it was already the middle of September.

He smiled slightly, no longer stayed, and came directly to the 'Dark Forest', urgently needing a few battles to precipitate himself, after all, his strength has improved too quickly recently, and he feels that he is a little floating, he has not forgotten Spark's advice to him, every level needs to be very solid.

Two days later, he left the 'Dark Forest' with two serious injuries and bloodstains all over his body, and returned to the other courtyard, where he had been left behind by the battle against the third-level demonic beast 'Giant Weasel' not long ago.

Because of the recent improvement in strength, his confidence was over-inflated, and he was impaled by the three huge front teeth of the 'Giant Toothed Weasel' without paying attention, but fortunately he finally forcibly twisted his body and dodged one of them, only his waist and thighs were penetrated.

At the critical moment, he took out the giant sword, twisted his arm with difficulty, and smashed the giant sword into the 'giant toothed ferret', directly smashed into pieces, blood mixed with the stump and broken body flew sideways, he fell heavily on the rotten leaves, if he was a second late, he would either be stabbed to death, or arched into a cripple.

Mo Jiaer has been hunting demonic beasts with high intensity in the past two days, and the harvest is still quite large, not only consolidating his strength, but also getting rich soul points, and the two injuries on his body have made him sober up from the illusion of strength and have a new consciousness.

He recuperated peacefully for three days in the 'Tenth Annex', but in the five days that he disappeared, the junior students of the entire academy were boiling, and the battle between Mogar and Amanda, the two newcomers, really broke the junior students' perception of rank.

As he stood in the gym room, he was about to take out his greatsword when he saw the low wall of the courtyard next door, and then he remembered that next door was Sakora's 'madman' house, and he hadn't visited it until now.

He rummaged through the ring, took out a dark gold sculpture, put it in a box, and wrapped it around the ribbon, even if he had a gift, this sculpture he had seen on the way to Kenston College before entering the school, and thought it was very beautiful, so he bought it for a silver coin, which came in handy.

He carried the gift around the 'Tenth' courtyard and walked towards the 'madman' courtyard, and saw Sakora standing in the doorway from afar, and he quickened his pace, approached and asked:

"Sakora, you're going out?"

"No, I'm waiting for you. ”

"You... How did you know I was coming to visit you?"

"Because I saw your gaze at my courtyard, I guess you're going to come looking for me. ”

Mo Jiaer raised his eyebrows and asked cautiously, "You were on the top of the building just now, and you won't keep staring at me, will you?"

"You're thinking too much, I'm just basking in the sun on the terrace and turning my head just to see your eyes. You said you, come and come, and bring any gifts, really!"

She said this in her mouth, her movements were not slow, she snatched the gift box in Mo Jiaer's hand, walked inside by herself, put Mo Jia Er aside, and continued while opening the gift box:

"You and Amanda are hot topics at Kenston Academy right now, your talent is too good this time to be disgusting, both of them can release third-level magic, two perverts, I doubt that I can beat you now, or... Let's have a fight, hey, just kidding, don't look like you're going to die. Huh? This is... Plato's Shadow Dragon!"

Mogar walked beside Sacula, his face changing as he went, and finally replied helplessly: "Yes, I noticed a little platonic shadow dragon tattooed on the back of your forearm, so I guess you should like it, so I'll give you one." ”