Luo Ning looked at the old man carefully. Messy gray hair takes up most of the space on his face. In the only empty area from the cheeks to the forehead, although there were layers of folds due to his age, whether it was the excessively good white teeth or the shiny reddish complexion, it was extremely incommensurate with his appearance.

The most strange thing is that his bronze bell-like eyes are not only nearly round in outline, but also the sharpness and depth of his eyes are by no means comparable to the cloudy gaze of ordinary old people. Luo Ning knew that this kind of look could not belong to an ordinary old man.

So he immediately showed the basic cultivation of a qualified social animal - changed his face, and instantly replied with a smile on his face: "Yes! Uncle is right, I am too irritable!"

The cylindrical dark blue cloth hat on the top of the old man's head shook twice, and he smiled happily: "Yes, a clever young man like you is rare now! Alas, the Morrowind Kingdom is really not as good as the generation!"

Luo Ning couldn't help but complain, "You are Mr. Lu Xun's iron fan!", and continued to laugh: "Let you laugh!" The social experience of his previous life made him sure that this sentence would definitely increase the favorability of the old man.

Sure enough, the old man in the blue hat stroked his messy beard, patted Luo Ning on the shoulder and said, "Well, you can stand that little girl's stinky temper, it's good, it's better than when I was young!!"

This was originally extremely suspicious, but Luo Ning didn't notice it at all at this time. Because at the moment when he and the old man in the blue hat met their eyes, those two brown pupils suddenly turned into two swirling brown-gray quagmires, attracting his consciousness deeply. The next moment, Luo Ning suddenly felt that the sea of souls was empty, and all the magic power disappeared without a sound.

Fortunately, this eerie feeling didn't last long. However, it took two or three seconds to return to normal. It's just that Luo Ning didn't notice it from beginning to end, and he didn't even give any hints from the Ten Thousand Worlds Skill Tree System in his head.

"Good guy, don't worry! She won't take you to the Mage Academy, I'll take you there, old man! Come on, follow the old man, you can get there!"

"This old man is really interesting, hehe!" Luo Ning relied on the protection of two magic puppets and the Storm Demon Sword, and was not afraid that the old man in the blue hat would secretly make trouble, so he followed with a smile.

"By the way, young man, why do you have to go to the Mage Academy? I see that you are quite sturdy, and you still have a long sword, isn't it good to go to the Warrior Academy?"

Luo Ning did not doubt him, and replied truthfully: "Originally, I wanted to go to the Warrior Academy. But then something happened that caused my magical talent to surpass my warrior talent. And I got a letter of recommendation from Murray Archmage, so I took advantage of it!"

"Archmage Murray, well, his recommendation does carry a lot of weight, but if you don't have a talent for magic, even if Archmage Nikolai Flamel, the head of the Morrowind Academy, takes you to report in person, they won't dare to accept you!"

"Mage talent? I have some of it! at least a few intermediate magic can still be used!"

The old man in the blue hat laughed a few times, shook his head and sighed, "The little guy thinks too simply! If you don't have enough potential in magic to make the magic stone that tests your potential glow, they won't let you enter the magic academy even if you can release mid-level magic!"

"Uh... Philosopher's Stone... Shouldn't there be a classic car accident scene like 'Fighting Power, Three Sections'?" Luo Ning complained in a low voice, but quickly pulled out the flag again: "No, no, I don't have a universal grandfather for nothing, and I don't have super beautiful...... Sister's words, this is really there!...... "The more Luo Ning thought about it, the more worried he became, and he followed the old man in the blue hat worriedly to a tall pointed arch with exquisite carvings around it.

The main entrance of the mage academy is a magnificent building made entirely of pure white marble, with no door panels to cover it, only a five- or six-meter-high gate opening. After Luo Ning got closer, he realized that it was not that there was no door panel, but that the door panel here was purely composed of magical energy. There was no response from the people in the academy, but if outsiders tried to enter, even a bird, they would be attacked by high-level magic.

"Follow me, don't be too far away!" With that, the old man in the blue hat suddenly quickened his pace, and after a short time, he led Luo Ning into the gate, passed through several very Gothic-style buildings, and came to the palace where the applicants were tested.

"Fortunately, it's not a fire copper pillar as thick as an elephant's waist!" Luo Ning secretly said in his heart.

The two middle-aged male mages in charge of recording the test results here are two. When they saw a strong young man with a long sword walking into the door, they subconsciously classified him into the group of people who deliberately came to make trouble, just handed Luo Ning a form, and then moved his mouth: "After filling out the form, put your hand on the transparent spar and pour magic into it until it shine?......s!"

Before the middle-aged magician's words fell, the blue-robed old man Shi Shiran walked into the room. The two magicians stood up with their eyes as big as eggs, and they were speechless with the startle of the person in front of them. They subconsciously wanted to come forward and salute, but not only could their bodies not move, but even their mouths could not make any sound. Only then did the two of them remember that the blue-hatted old mage in front of them had amazing skills in spatial magic.

Straight to the point. Not to mention that Luo Ning looked down at the prismatic transparent crystal, and the old man in the blue hat also stretched out his index finger to his mouth, and made a "quiet" gesture to the two middle-aged male mages, and then silently withdrew the magic.

And in front of him, Luo Ning put his hands on the surface of the transparent spar the size of a corn cob, and the magic energy in the soul sea surged, relaying every bit of magic contained in his body. However, what made Luo Ning despair: no matter how he used his magic, the surface of the transparent crystal only flashed with two glowworm-sized shimmers, one blue and one green. This obviously has nothing to do with the "glow" in the mouth of a middle-aged magician.

"Test Result: Fail!Young man, you still have one last chance!" the middle-aged magician said coldly.

"Wouldn't it? Could it be that the damn Murphy's Law has really been fulfilled in me!" Luo Ning became more and more afraid the more he thought about it, and the more he was afraid and the more he thought about it, he had already lost his cool in his heart. He turned his head and looked at the blue-robed old man's eyes full of suspicion, which frightened the blue-robed old man's fists clenched suddenly. Obviously, in his confusion, Luo Ning began to suspect that he was doing it.

After all, Cronin is not the kind of person who likes to slander others, and soon realizes his gaffe, turns his head back and adjusts his mind with deep breaths.

"Okay, just bet on this last chance!" Luo Ning's gaze was determined, and he put his hand on the hedron again.

This time, not only the magic power contained in his original body, but even the special magic power that appeared in his body after leaving the Wind Weaving Illusion Realm was also mobilized by Luo Ning. If this desperate act fails, it will inevitably lead to the depletion of mana.

"Surely! sure!" Ronin encouraged himself, slowly pouring his magic power into the hedron between his palms.

The miracle didn't happen until Ronin's magic was about to run dry, his head began to ache, and the hedron showed no signs of glowing.

"That's enough! keep going and you'll die!" a middle-aged magister stepped forward and pulled Luo Ning away. Another whispered the final result: "Ronin Campbell: Magical talent... Unqualified!"

"Hum!" A huge sense of loss mixed with the sharp pain caused by the exhaustion of mana, which made Luo Ning feel painful. He felt a thump in his head, and he fainted and fell backwards.

The old man in the blue hat seemed to have expected this scene, and just reached out to catch him, and took out the magic potion from his pocket and fed him to drink.

The two middle-aged magicians had a chance to salute him: "I wish you well, Dean Flammel!"

The old man in the blue hat, or the chief dean of the four branches of Morrowind Academy, Nicholas Flamel, nodded with a smile: "Thank you two for your hard work!"

A middle-aged mage asked puzzledly, "Dean, take the liberty of asking: Why did you deliberately suppress his magic power and prevent him from passing the test? Could it be that this kid is not talented enough in the first place, and you are in pity that he is afraid that he will be disappointed in the future?"

"Mercy?" Flamel smiled self-deprecatingly, "It's those of us who really deserve mercy! In the eighty-seven years I have lived, this is the first time I have met a young man with such an amazing talent! As long as nothing happens, he will surely surpass the obstacles of the Great Magister and become the next God of Doom!"

"What?!" both of them gasped in unison, neither of them could have been so shocking.

One of them couldn't help but ask, "Then why are you still ......?"

"Hmph, it's not to repay the favor of an old fellow! This kid was snatched away by him before he arrived in the royal capital! I'm just pushing him and pushing him to the old guy's side! Hmph, now he owes me an adult! I have to think carefully about how I want to arrange him!" Flamel said as he picked up Ronin and walked towards a valley to the north of the Mage Academy.