It is said that the boys' grievances and hatreds should have disappeared a few days after the conflict occurred, but it is strange that Monroe seems to have been very hostile to his roommates who looked down and did not look up, probably because these two people had just come to the academy and let their "majesty" be hit.

Therefore, although Mu En did not want to go toe-to-toe with him, he could only face this almost unprovoked hostility.

Karna and Muen fist each other again, and Karna smiled in trust in return.

Speaking of which, Monroe is indeed a young genius, with a circuit level close to that of a magician, and he is only fourteen years old after his birthday this year, so he does have arrogant capital - no matter which country or race.

It's a pity that he met Muen, a freak whose magic perception is simply as high as the eye can see.

Muen was about to go to the arena, and when he passed by Monroe's side, he saw that he hadn't gotten up for a long time, and he had the heart to remind him. But it suddenly occurred to him the bad attitude he might reciprocate, so he gave up.

Entering the ring, Mu En still chose his most advantageous long sword, and looked up at the viewing platform, in fact, there were not many people sitting on it, but he was still a little nervous abruptly.

I heard that although the secret legends of some families are still dominated by elemental attributes, they will also have some special abilities, which is where the secretaries of each family go beyond ordinary elements. For example, the fire feather of the senior brother's family has a strong ability to break spells, and has a breathtaking cutting effect on all magic barriers and magic elements, this effect can even ignore the restraint between the elements, and can also make them fearless in the face of corrupting forces.

But Qing Lei, who has been practicing for a few years, doesn't seem to have noticed anything special yet.

I don't know if the current sudden heart palpitations are because of the secret of the Monroe clan.

It doesn't seem like it, after all, the ice-blue thunder didn't give me a greater feeling when I first entered the Thunder Courtyard.

Gathering his thoughts, Monroe had already come to the ring, a silver gun was held in front of his chest, and he posed in an extremely stretched posture, and in his eyes, the impetuousness that was originally shown in the stands had disappeared.

"I can control my mentality, Monroe has improved a lot. In the stands, Jun Zhu said with a smile, even if they were dozens of meters apart, they still saw the two opposing pairs.

"What's the use, Mu En still won. Karna wasn't worried about what trouble he would cause to Muen after being kicked out of the ring by himself repeatedly.

After all, when the two were in the training room, Mu En, who mentioned the fighting spirit, and Karna could basically win, although the age gap led to a slight physical strength falling behind, but Mu En's circuit level was in a leading position, two by two, mainly fighting intelligence.

Otherwise, why did Mu En say that to Karna: "It is worthy of suffering so many losses." ”

Mu En made the signature sword point, as a courtesy.

Unexpectedly, he was as rebellious as Monroe, and he also pressed the head of the gun slightly, which was considered a courtesy.

"It's the first time in the world. Muen and Karna thought so at the same time in two different directions.

Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, the calm Monroe gave Mu En a lot of pressure, so Mu En also raised his spirit and prepared to face the battle.

The ice-blue thunder manmbo Monroe was surrounded by him, and he brandished the silver spear that did not match his height and hurried towards Muen.

Since ancient times, there have never been a few magicians in the world's impression of the kind of magicians who only face waves in the distance.

We play thunder and play with fire next door, which is not the art of coming up close to the skin to feel the collision?

His eyes are cold, calm and resolute. This was the first time Muen had seen such emotions in Monroe's eyes.

Then, he smiled. Not that contemptuous laugh, but - with a bit of appreciative affirmation.

Qingmang stirred between the blades of the sword, he stepped forward with a low shout, holding the sword in the air, and countless thunderbolts raged out from the ground, building a thorny path that continued to spread outward in front of Mu En's body.

Monroe stomped on the ground with his left foot, and suddenly stopped, and the spears swirled around him to swing the thunder, followed by a sweep close to the ground to uproot the thunder thorns!

Mu En was not in a hurry, put away the sword on his chest, and a sword shadow appeared behind him.

Monroe ignored the sword film not far away, and continued to run straight towards Muen.

The sword shadows fell, but Monroe's footsteps did not stop, and he flashed a lot of green thunder sword light between swaying left and right, and what was unavoidable was just to use the spear to pull away.

It's just that even so, the green thunder that fell like a shower still cut through his clothes, bringing out a few wisps of blood.

Such an indomitable momentum surprised and surprised many people in the stands.

Naturally, the surprise was those who knew something about him, and the surprise was the elder mentors who had an old relationship with the Monroe family.

Half of the Thunder House belongs to Monroe's family, and this is not just a joke.

The oppression of the magic lock gradually increased as the two of them got closer and closer. Whether it is the secret legend of Monroe, which is as beautiful as the blue lotus, or the mysterious green thunder, they are all tightly compressed on their respective body surfaces and cannot be revealed.

This is actually exactly what Mu En wants to see, he is always outputting his magic power with all his might, and Monroe must resist with the same magic power, while he is constantly retreating and dodging. This situation is undoubtedly extremely unfavorable for Monroe, and he must fight quickly within ten minutes, otherwise the battle will be made suspenseless because of the exhaustion of mana.

The spear was behind his waist like a golden snake probing a hole and constantly stabbed at Mu En at a tricky angle, because of the length of the weapon, Mu En could only dodge in embarrassment, waiting for an opportunity in the cracks.

But as with his first game, it only seemed that he was falling behind, and as long as he waited until the point when Monroe's magic power was exhausted, he would definitely win.

Time passed, and the double consumption of physical strength and magic power made fine beads of sweat appear on Monroe's forehead.

"Are you going to hide like this?!" Monroe roared unwillingly, changing his momentum slightly, using the silver spear as a stick, and began to sweep widely, in order to inflict damage on Muen.

But Mu En seems to have decided to pretend to be his grandson to the end, unmoved and continue to dodge.

"It's supposed to be a sure win, but it's not pretty. In the stands, Jun Zhu smiled helplessly.

"Monroe finally took it seriously, and as a result, he was so overwhelming, like the villain in the book. Karna stared at the court, seemingly regretful that Monroe's fist had hit the cotton.

But then again, against Shang Muen, whose fist is not on cotton?

This guy has always had a hand in engaging people's mentality.

Woohoo, I guess Monroe will hate the two of them even more in the future...... Why do I make him like himself, it's not necessary.

The chatter outside the field has not stopped, and the battle on the field is naturally still in full swing. Mu En suddenly used his knee against the scabbard to block Monroe's sweep, and then swung his long sword and slashed, and Monroe narrowly dodged it.

"Don't you have the courage to fight me head-on?" Monroe gasped, but still stared at Muen in front of him.

"The act of fighting itself is unjust, so I only want the result of fighting, not the process. Mu En stood in place, watching Monroe's last magic begin to dissipate, and his mental state had actually begun to crumble, but he was still pretending.

"Still not surrendering?" Mu En sangled his sword, still smiling.

"The virtue of a fighter is not to die and not to return. You don't deserve to be against me. Monroe spat and roared forward, still raising his gun when his magic power was exhausted.

"You've changed a lot because I killed the three house slaves you sent to hurt me?" Muen seemed to be chattering, but the quiet thing was like a dagger piercing Monroe's heart.

The look of surprise in his brow caused his figure to pause for a moment.

Muen rested on Monroe's shoulder with a longsword that also did not exert magical power.

"If you want to be treated as a warrior, then I'll pay you back. ”

"You're disturbing my mind!"

"Mind, body, circuits. Which item is not a part of strength?" Mu En was obviously not yet thirteen years old, and it was hard to imagine that his words were already so old-fashioned, and it looked more like a reversal.

Putting away his sword, Mu En greeted the spectators, and then walked back to the stands.

Monroe, on the other hand, sat on his knees as if he had no strength, unwilling to get up for a long time.

"You're so disgusting, he doesn't seem to doubt life. Karna laughed and got up to greet Muen, who was slowly walking back with her forehead on her back.

"Let's go back, let's go?" asked Karna but understood what he meant, and nodded in agreement. Mu En smiled at the teacher and said goodbye, there was no more of his game today, and he could go back to sleep.

But this move seems very unruly to others. Since the beginning of this semester, Mu En has changed from a teenager who originally gave people a calm feeling to this appearance of not caring about everything, which has indeed made many people, including teachers, a little uncomfortable, and I think this is one of the reasons why his reputation plummeted.

But Mu Congen didn't explain his distress to others, because he remembered that the Elf King had laughed at him. People who really care about you will naturally sense your state from the traces of your actions, but how can people who don't care listen to you?

It doesn't matter what you are, what matters is how you are in the eyes of others, which is the source of all pride and prejudice, speculation and judgment.

The same is true of the world, where everyone will only see the side he wants to see. If you are happy, even if you sit alone in the secluded wilderness, how can you feel that you can't compare to the prosperity of the forbidden place?

I remember that the fashionable and young Mu En asked rhetorically: "Doesn't that mean that as long as a person tries to pretend to be likeable, he can make profits from it and calculate people's hearts?"

The Elf King smiled kindly, "That's right, that's why there are often people who sell their fame and reputation, and that's the case for everyone." ”

"So how can I tell if someone is good or bad?"

"I may have a hard time answering this question because I don't know what your definition of good or bad is. But if you want to tell how to tell if a person is pretending to be loved by others, then I think it will only take time to see people's hearts. ”

"What if he doesn't show his feet for the rest of his life?"

"Then he must have made great contributions to the people around him, and if such a person seeks some personal interests for himself, I think it is okay. ”

Walking aimlessly on the way back to the dormitory, thinking about it, he fainted beside Karna.

The last thought that remained in my mind at that time was that although the Elven King was tolerant and peaceful, he was still not right.

In the stands, when Monroe returned to his seat in despair, Jun praised him with a smile and said that he was a young man to look forward to.

"I'm Monroe's first day talent, why can't I even get into the academy?" Monroe's expression was sad, his pride that had been carefully cared for by urine seemed to be crushed since he entered the academy, thinking that he had narrowed the gap that was close at hand, but in the end he found that it was still untouchable.

"Naturally, the academy is full of geniuses from all over the country, and if you think that there are only a few more than half a hundred in the academy, you don't need to be so eager to compete for the first place. And talent doesn't get better because of your family, but don't worry, life is a never-ending competition. You can let go of the idea of worrying about the gains and losses of the moment, because it does not prevent you from catching up. Control your temper well, shame can be brave, the teacher is very optimistic about you. ”

"Thank you, Mr. Junzhu. Monroe smiled reluctantly, and said no more.

And Karna, who was drenched in rain outside, looked at Mu Enlen who fell on his back for three or four seconds, and then raised his eyebrows and hurriedly carried him on his back and rushed towards the principal's office.

During this period, I passed through the rotating corridor, the waterfall flowing backwards, like the mirror surface of the spring, and finally after a lot of hardships, I waded through the thunder pond like the floor, and finally came to the door of the principal's office.

Karna felt like he was almost dead.

Adad was reading a book in his office, and fortunately he didn't go to the research room because there were more things going on today.

"Headmaster, I'm first-year Karna, open the door!" Karna shouted outside the door, this place was empty like a cemetery, was it really the school's office building?

It's not that Karna doesn't want to open the door by himself, it's really because this ghost gate is too tall and heavy, so that Karna doesn't have any idea to push it when he looks at it.

Such a heavy door must have been driven by a magic circle.

This type of door has many benefits, such as protection against elemental riots, protection against arcane intrusion - and sound insulation.

So Karna could only be in a hurry outside the gate, spitting incense while trying to wake up Muen.

"Muen, you said that you came to the principal when you suddenly fainted, but the key is that this old man doesn't care about you, what should I do now?"

The saint often has some mysterious sense of calling, and if he practices the spell attribute, this kind of sense can even cross space, just like when Mu En cursed the jackal's head in the secret realm, Nubis would have a feeling.

And the line between the grandmaster and the saint, although the difficulty of crossing is like a moat, but many things are not impossible.

Like what......

"Who's the old horseman, young man, I'm still young. Although the voice was on the heavy side, it still belonged to the voice of the youth.

When Karna heard this, he felt the magic flowing in the circuit freeze instantly.

Turning his head stiffly, his face had been replaced with an embarrassed smile of hypocrisy, "Lord Dean, rashly bother, the student is really ashamed, he just lost his words, he was really anxious to save his friends, so he spoke disrespectfully, and Lord Dean ...... a lot"

Adad laughed, waved his hand and said, "Okay, how can I be angry with your junior, but you can actually walk through the thunder pool? Who told you the correct way to move?"

"The right way? I'll just jump over. ”

The air seemed to be silent, and the atmosphere was a little weird, as people looked at each other.

"You...... Very good. After a while, Adad held back such a sentence.

"Don't worry about this, my friend Muen suddenly fainted, and he told me to come to you if this happens - hey, why am I telling you this, anyway, you are also from the tower, you must be wearing a pair of pants with his teacher, hurry up and find a way, right?"

Adad was amused by this silly and cute young man, and for no reason thought that maybe Tianquan also saw him like this when he was young?

"He's fine, don't worry, just go back and rest. ”

"It doesn't look like it's okay to faint suddenly in the middle of this walk!"

"Your name is ...... Karna, do you know the specifics of him?"

"I don't know. ”

"That's it, I know. Besides, if something really happens to him here, I won't be able to eat and walk around, so let's relax and go back. Adad smiled and waved his hand, turned around and disappeared in front of the gate.

Leaving Karna stunned on the spot.

"You...... I...... Then you should tell me how to move the ghost thunder pool!"

That night, when Karna finally carried Muen back to his bedroom, he felt like he was being blown away.

Far South Black Sea.

"You've decided to go?" asked Diaxun, who was still in the dark darkness, in a very flat tone to the young man who was far away from him.

"Yes, Your Excellency, I have decided to go north and then west. Rumor has it that there are upside-down hangers and sorcerers wreaking havoc in the empire's borders, and the despised ones are willing to do their part. ”

"You are in such a realm, just send you to death. Let's go to the Imperial Tower first, pay a visit to Lord Tavasis, and then ask him to arrange for you to participate in this academy competition. With that, the Pope pressed his chin and waved his hand lightly, and the door of the palace closed by itself, and all the while he did not ask the boy for the wisp of soul that he had assigned to him as a task.

And although the boy had done his best to stitch the broken soul together, he did not hear the cold man's words, and he did not dare to do anything superfluous.

Why is the Pope such a ruthless man? It seems that he has been given this name since forty-three years ago, and it is clear that he has done nothing and has been feared by countless people.

Maybe it's because he's used to hiding his face in the dark?

Or maybe he had torn the souls of countless enemies?

No one knows.

"Do it casually, without expectations, and get the most mysterious. In the dark, the corners of Diaxun's mouth curled slightly, as if he was looking forward to the beginning of the show.

Almost the same day, Anschel, alone on the edge of the Avalon Forest, saw the unharmed stone monument, and without any further thoughts, he packed his bags and strolled into the largest forest in the world—and the largest circle.

"Your Majesty, Ansher, the chief disciple of Tawasis, knock before the king. ”

Hearing this, Help closed the book, turned his head and smiled at the young man who had only taken three steps to get under his throne.

"The heart is as clear as a promise, do you think it is a blessing or a curse?"