Soon, it was Bing Mengchen's turn to introduce himself.

Bing Mengchen's introduction is no different from that of other students, all of them introduce names, families, and dreams. But it attracted the attention of some aristocratic classmates, such as that Roland classmate even stood up directly and challenged Bing Mengchen. Not because of anything else, but because of Bing Mengchen's 15.9 spiritual power.

And Bing Mengchen knew that under normal circumstances, the innate mental power limit of an ordinary person is 16. In the past ten years, there are only a hundred students in the entire academy with innate spiritual power of more than 15, and Ning Yue is fortunate to be one of them, which is why the academy passed Ning Yue's application for the class teacher so easily. Innate mental power is linked to a person's magical talent, the higher the innate mental power, the better the talent, as long as there is no problem, the higher the talent, the greater the future achievement.

Uh——, well!

Bing Mengchen knew for the first time that he was so powerful! I really wanted to tell my mother the news!

It took two classes for the students to introduce themselves. At the end, Ning Yue also read out the names of a few classmates who had not introduced her. So Bing Mengchen knew that the name of the first girl who didn't go on stage was Yan Ling'er, and several classmates were a little surprised by the reaction to this name, which made Bing Mengchen a little puzzled.

The first morning of the first day of school passed quickly, and after eating lunch in the group, Bing Mengchen and they were forced to take a nap by Ning Yue. But more than 30 children, more than 30 rooms, scattered in a six-story dormitory building. Ning Yue had more than enough strength.

No, Bing Mengchen quietly slipped out of his room and wandered around the huge dormitory building.

Unconsciously, Bing Mengchen strolled to the rooftop of the dormitory building. Bing Mengchen found that the fence on the rooftop was very high and dense, and he was not worried about anyone falling down at all. He saw a girl with flaming red ponytail hair and a long sky-blue dress leaning against the fence, sitting on the ground with a book on her lap, looking at it with interest.

The girl looked up at Bing Mengchen with feeling, it was Yan Ling'er. She wears an eyepatch in her right eye and a glassy left eye with a red pupil. In a trance, Bing Mengchen saw a big bird composed of raging flames all over his body under Yan Ling'er's blindfold.

"What's that!" Bing Mengchen exclaimed, slumping to the ground.

The girl looked at Bing Mengchen curiously: "What did you see?" Yan Ling'er's voice was as immature as a bell.

"A big bird, a big burning bird!" Bing Mengchen replied.

The female Yan Ling'er exclaimed in surprise, "Can you really see it?"

"It?" Bing Mengchen couldn't help but feel a little confused when he found that everything just now was like a dream.

"Immortal birds. Yan Ling'er walked up to Bing Mengchen and pointed out the illustrations in the book to Bing Mengchen, "A bird that can be reborn from the fire." ”

"Monsters?" Bing Mengchen asked.

"That's right, it's a pity that they ......" Yan Ling'er paused, her expression a little sad.

Bing Mengchen then asked, "What's wrong with them?"

"They're extinct!" Yan Ling'er said.

"Then why is it in your eyes?"

"It's not that it's in my eyes, it's that I have it in my eyes. Yan Ling'er replied briskly, and did it beside Bing Mengchen.

"It's afraid of you!" Yan Ling'er said suddenly.

"Who?" Bing Mengchen wondered, "Do you have your eyes on your immortal bird, why is it afraid of me?"

"You have something more powerful in you than that. Yan Ling'er turned her head sideways and stared straight at Bing Mengchen's eyes.

Bing Mengchen subconsciously looked away, "Impossible! There's nothing so terrifying in my body." ”

"Yes, there must be!" Yan Ling'er said affirmatively, "This is the intuition of the magician!"

"Magician, what's that?" it was the first time that Bing Mengchen had heard the word since he was a child.

"That's what magicians were called a long, long time ago. Looking at Bing Mengchen with an ignorant face, Yan Ling'er's tone felt a little more proud.

"There's an introduction in this book!" Yan Ling'er flipped to the page of the book in her hand, about the magician.

"That, I ......" Bing Mengchen looked at the many little ants in the book, and said embarrassedly, "I haven't learned to read and write, hasn't the teacher taught yet?"

"Poof!" Yan Ling'er couldn't help laughing, and then knew that she had lost her temper, and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry! You're a civilian, right?"

Bing Mengchen nodded in affirmation.

"I'll read it to you!" Yan Ling'er said and read the contents of the book.

"The Magus is a magical human guardian created by the ancestors of the dispossessed human race under the threat of many monsters.

At that time, a group of ancestors who were fearless of death injected the blood of monsters into their bodies in order to obtain the power of monsters.

But the human body could not withstand the powerful power, and those ancestors died in agony, but fortunately some of the ancestors survived and obtained the ability of the monsters to manipulate the magic power and transform the aether in the air.

They are the first mages of the human race and the first guardians of the human race. With the first success, more human ancestors exchanged their lives for the birth of the Magus.

Later, people found the secret of the monsters' transformation into aether, and the magicians gradually withdrew from the stage of history, but their descendants inherited the power they received from the monsters, that is, the bloodline inheritance of the magicians.

But there are still people who awaken the bloodline, and others are still called magicians. ”

Yan Ling'er's voice stopped abruptly, but Bing Mengchen was still addicted to the pleasant sound. Yan Ling'er's voice was crisp and beautiful, although it was not as gentle as her mother, but it also fascinated Bing Mengchen.

Although, the content of the book Bing Mengchen seemed to understand but not understood.

"In other words, my ancestor was also a magician?" Bing Mengchen asked, remembering that Yan Ling'er had said that there was a more powerful creature in his body.

"That's right!" Yan Ling'er was glad that Bing Mengchen could understand.

"Then why are you wearing an eye patch?" Bing Mengchen asked.

Hearing this, Yan Ling'er was a little depressed, "My Dead Bird's Eye awakened when I was born, but I couldn't grasp it well, and I often lost control, and even burned down my own home.

And this blindfold is actually a seal. It sealed my immortal eye to prevent it from spiraling out of control again. ”

Suddenly, Yan Ling'er leaned her face to Bing Mengchen's face, and a large amount of Bing Mengchen came up, muttering, "I envy you so much, if only my bloodline was as strong and stable as you!"

"I'll go back first!" Bing Mengchen hurriedly got up and said.

Bing Mengchen was frightened by Yan Ling'er's intimate movements, so Bing Mengchen got up and avoided it.

"Hey, what's your name!" Yan Ling'er shouted.

Bing Mengchen complained helplessly: "No, my name is Bing Mengchen, your classmate!"

Hearing this, Yan Ling'er was stunned for a moment, and then smiled sweetly: "I'm sorry, my state of the Immortal Bird's Eye in the morning is a little bad, and I have a tendency to get out of control, and I didn't listen carefully to the introduction of my classmates." ”