"Fireball Spell!"

On an unnamed high mountain, Song Tian clasped his hands tightly, his two thumbs were cocked, although he was covered with sweat, his face was resolute, and he shouted three words firmly in his mouth.

The fireball spell is a kind of elementary spell of the fire system, which can be easily cast by ordinary spell masters, causing good destructive power, and this Song Tian was quite imposing when he shouted the fireball spell, but the air in front of him was surprisingly calm, not to mention the fireball, not even a trace of fire appeared.

"Could it be that my innate waste body is really hopeless, no matter how much cultivation is destined for an ordinary life?" Song Tian sighed, let go of his hands weakly, muttered to himself with a sad face, and his body couldn't help but tremble a few times after saying the last word.

If Song Tian was born in an ordinary family, his ordinary life might be nothing, but the sad thing is that Song Tian was born illustrious, but he was born with a waste body, and he couldn't store the elements of heaven and earth in his body, so he couldn't even cast the lowest-level spells.

Since reaching the age where he could absorb the elements of heaven and earth, Song Tian had endured the bullying and ridicule of others, and the name of waste had almost spread throughout the imperial capital, even though Song Tian, who was strong by nature, still did not give up his cultivation.

"Yohe, isn't this Song Tian Song Da waste, how can you cultivate here, I don't know if you can use the flame technique?" At this time, a sinister and sarcastic voice sounded from afar, and it was sharp and piercing into Song Tian's ears.

Song Tian shuddered and staggered back, his wide eyes filled with terrifying anger, staring at the three people who were slowly walking from the edge of the mountaintop.

All three of them were dressed in white robes with a star embroidered on them, which was a symbol of a first-class spell master and a criterion for judging a person's strength.

"Xiao Han, Xiao Yu, Xiao Feng, we have no grievances and no hatred, why do you provoke me again and again?" Song Tian's fists clattered, and although he suppressed anger in his heart, his tone was cold and terrifying.

These three people are three brothers, but they are not natives of the imperial capital, it is said that they are from other countries, of course, the three brothers are also a little famous in the imperial capital, after all, there are definitely only a handful of people like the three brothers who cultivate together, and such a group will naturally attract the attention of others.

Xiao Han smiled suspiciously, his eyes looked at Song Tian viciously like a poisonous snake, "The eldest young master of the auction house, what a loud name, haha, it's a pity that it's a waste, if you kneel down and kowtow now, I can teach you the flame technique." ”

"Flame technique, why haven't I heard of this kind of spell?" Xiao Yu asked with an exaggerated expression and a strange voice.

"Second brother, you don't understand, this flame technique is unique to Song Da's waste, and if you learn it, you can at least make a fire and cook in the future, so that you won't starve your waste body, haha. "This time it was the third brother Xiao Feng who spoke, and the words he said were even more vicious and vicious than the two elder brothers.

"You guys should be damned!" Song Tian's face was cold, and he squeezed out four words from between his teeth, his body tensed, like an enraged lone wolf ready for battle.

"Dog mongrel, if you really think you are the eldest young master, now I will turn you into a dog, kneel in front of me and wag your tail and beg for mercy. Xiao Han's eyes were vicious, a trace of anger crawled on his face full of horizontal flesh, and before the words fell, Xiao Han's hands stretched out, clenched in front of him, and his two thumbs were cocked and pressed closely, and then he shouted angrily, "Fireball Technique!"

What Xiao Han was still performing was the fireball technique that Song Tian had been trying to perform, and it was obvious that Xiao Han's purpose was very simple and clear, to use the fireball technique to sprinkle salt on Song Tian's wounds, so that Song Tian would suffer a bigger blow.

Song Tian was born a waste, but he was not a fool, of course he could feel it at this point, but Song Tian did not lose his mind because of this, but calmed down amazingly.

In the face of the three spell masters, the huge gap in strength is not something that courage and hard work can make up, Song Tian has been bullied for so many years, and he has long understood what patience is and what is repayment.

Now Song Tian is strictly speaking just a slightly stronger ordinary person, he can only choose to be patient, and if he saves his life, he can repay the humiliation he has suffered a hundred times.

Song Tian is the young master of the Imperial Capital Auction House, and his status can definitely be called noble, which is also the reason why Song Tian has been bullied but still alive until now, don't look at the murderous spirit of the three Xiao Han brothers, in fact, they don't dare to really kill Song Tian.

Of course, Song Tian had to suffer less, but this was already used to Song Tian.

"Bastard, get a taste of fireball. At this moment, a trace of fire overflowed from Xiao Han's clinging thumb, like an electric snake, like a wave, a trace of entanglement and condensation, forming a fist-sized fireball in the blink of an eye.

As the fireball moved slowly, the waves of fire rolled, and the high temperature on his face made Song Tian's mouth dry, and a trace of burning pain appeared on the skin on the front of his body.

Song Tian's face changed and changed, the fireball technique was only the most basic spell for a spell master, it was easy to dissolve, but for ordinary people, it was definitely a spell that hooked the soul and asked for his life.

The speed of the fireball rushing forward suddenly increased, Song Tian's speed was not bad among ordinary people, but it was not a little worse than the spell.

The next moment, Song Tian was just about to dodge, and the fireball smashed heavily on Song Tian's body like a falling meteorite.

For a while, sparks splashed, and pieces of burning flames attached to Song Tian's body, Song Tian screamed in pain, and then fell to the ground and rolled uncontrollably.

The flames burned more and more violently, and after only a while, Song Tian was completely engulfed and submerged, and a closer look could barely see Song Tian rolling and struggling in the flames.

"Big brother, this kid won't be burned to death directly, right?" said the third brother Xiao Feng with some concern.

Hearing Xiao Feng's inquiry, Xiao Han's face changed again and again, and a trace of remorse flashed in his eyes at this moment, but this remorse was quickly and completely washed away.

"As long as we can find that thing, do we need to be afraid of the auction house's retaliation, this kid is just dead, so as not to leak our whereabouts here. Xiao Han gritted his teeth and said viciously.

"Big brother is right, our whereabouts must not be revealed, lest someone associate everything with us at that time. The second Xiao Yu nodded and said in agreement.

"Alright, leave this kid alone, let's find it quickly, lest anything go wrong in the long night's dreams. Xiao Han's expression was serious, and his words also got Xiao Yu Xiao Feng.

Then the three brothers didn't even look at Song Tian, who was struggling in the sea of fire on the ground, and flew towards the other side of the mountain like lightning, and soon disappeared on the edge of the mountaintop.

After the three brothers left, the top of the mountain once again returned to calm, and the burning flames suddenly extinguished without warning, revealing Song Tian's body lying on the ground.