Looking at his palm covered by a thin layer of fire-based mana, Zhao Yi couldn't help but want to try his power. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He pressed his palm lightly on the desk, and the result was a great disappointment, leaving only a faint scorch mark on the desk.

Then Zhao Yi suddenly found that he had overlooked a problem.

――This is not my home.

So he moved a pile of books to block the handprint.

It was impossible to continue practicing in the room, so Zhao Yi ran to the backyard of the Wen house.

Wen Ling usually practices here.

Finding a wooden stake, Zhao Yi increased his mana output and tried a few more times, but in the end the result was only slightly better than the first time.

After thinking about it, Zhao Yi understood that this was not a question of quantity, but a question of quality.

So why is it that mana, which is also a second energy level, can do much more damage with the Fireball Technique than with simply condensed mana? Is it because of the so-called "technique"?

Not knowing if the quantitative change would cause the qualitative change, Zhao Yi began to try to condense more mana with this idea.

Soon the mana in his hand reached the limit of his control, but the effect was still not ideal.

In desperation, Zhao Yi could only dissipate his mana. If he continued to condense, when too much mana exceeded Zhao Yi's control limit, it would be out of control just like the time he first awakened.

So how did Han Sheng do it, is this situation because of the difference in the characteristics of the wind system and the fire system?

Groping alone is equivalent to crossing the river by feeling the stones, so Zhao Yi decided to consult Wen Ling.

If you really can't do it, you can ask Han Sheng, but I don't know what that grandson will become.

With questions, Zhao Yi came to Wen Ling's bedroom and knocked on the door: "Ling Ling, are you convenient now?" I've encountered some problems with my cultivation and would like to ask for advice. ”

This is not Zhao Siyou's room, of course Zhao Yi doesn't dare to enter at will.

"Come in." Wen Ling's pleasant voice came through the door.

Zhao Yi opened the door and went in, only to see Wen Ling sitting on the edge of the bed in a pure white suspender nightdress, with delicate collarbones and slightly shaved shoulders. The straight and slender legs leaned side by side, and Zhao Yi was a little dazzling when he saw the delicate skin of Sai Xue Bully.

This was the first time Zhao Yi saw Wen Ling in pajamas, and he couldn't take his eyes off it, and secretly regretted that he didn't expect to come to her at night.

Wen Ling looked at Zhao Yi quietly, waiting for him to speak. She obviously didn't realize how much temptation she had for Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi and Wen Ling's unadulterated eyes looked at each other for a while, and then coughed lightly to stabilize their minds and express their confusion.

Wen Ling listened carefully to Zhao Yi's narration, thought for a while, and said, "During the day, that person did not simply gather mana together, but melted into his body. He fused wind mana into his legs, so he became more agile, and this was the prototype of 'jutsu'. ”

"The prototype of 'art'?" Zhao Yi asked rhetorically, not caring that Wen Ling didn't remember Han Sheng's name at all.

Wen Ling nodded, and his tone was soft: "The so-called spells are all created by people, and they are people's use of mana. The fireball technique is not just a simple gathering of mana, there is also a process of compression in between. ”

After saying this, Wen Ling pointed to the chair on the side, motioned for Zhao Yi to sit down and speak, and then continued to explain.

When a warlock cultivates, he converts the elements of heaven and earth into mana through the Divine Element. Under the constraints of the Divine Element, these manas are gathered in a high-density compressed state around them. Due to the nature of the Divine Element, this state is very stable.

When the warlock needs to use it, he can urge the Divine Yuan to release a part of the mana. And once it is free from the constraints of the divine element, the mana will return to its original state, and at this time, it needs to be used in various ways, that is, various spells.

Warlock cultivation is not like magician, every magic has a fixed level, spell, and mobilizes certain elements with a certain amount of spiritual power.

To use the simplest fireball technique as an analogy.

The fireball technique performed by the magician is a first-class magic. Whether it is a mage of the first or tenth energy level, if they only cast a single fireball technique, they will not be much worse in terms of power. The difference may be that a level 10 mage can instantaneously, while a level 1 mage needs to recite a spell.

However, the Warlock's Fireball Technique is different, because the mana comes from itself, so the power of the spell is controllable, and its upper limit depends on its own strength. A level 10 warlock can play with a small fireball, or a large fireball with a power level of 10, and the principle and method are the same.

Perhaps some high-level mages have a deeper understanding of magic, and with some improvements, they can cast more powerful fireball spells. However, low-level mages can also complete spellcasting if they learn these improvements.

This metaphor was understood by Zhao Yi himself based on Wen Ling's narration.

After thinking about this, he peeked at Wen Ling's demonic and perfect legs again. This action would occur every few moments from the time he walked into the room.

It's a pity that Zhao Yi covered it up too poorly, and Wen Ling, who was sitting opposite, had already noticed Zhao Yi's fiery gaze. Her face was slightly red, and she pulled the corner of her skirt down slightly.

Zhao Yi coughed lightly, looked away, but a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, and asked, "Then can you cast spells that exceed your own level?" ”

"Yes." Wen Ling affirmed.

"How do I do that?"

"Practice."

……

In the next few days, Zhao Yi was concentrating on training and verifying his ideas.

Even the call from his sister Zhao Siyou, he ignored it after he took it once. Even if Zhao Siyou scolded on the other end of the phone, Zhao Yi turned a deaf ear. Although he promised Aunt Lin to take care of his sister, Zhao Siyou has been staying in the organ city, and he is beyond his reach.

Of course, the unequal treaty signed before was temporarily delayed by Zhao Yi on the grounds that the results had not yet been announced, and Zhao Siyou, a lazy embryo, would not run out to find him anyway.

Time flies, today is the day when the results of the theory test are announced, and the next assessment is also scheduled for today.

Zhao Yi and Han Sheng made an appointment to meet at the gate of the Colonel of the University High School. Due to the fact that a large number of people were brushed down in the theory exam, the next assessment was carried out in the high school attached to the university.

When Zhao Yi arrived, Han Sheng was already standing there waiting for him.

After trotting a few steps, Zhao Yi stepped forward and patted Han Sheng on the shoulder.

"You're finally here...... it! Han Sheng turned his head, startled by Zhao Yi's appearance, and said with some uncertainty, "Zhao Yi? ”

Zhao Yi's hand stiffened and nodded slowly.

"! How did you get into this picture? Han Sheng shouted in surprise.

At this time, Zhao Yilu's parts outside his clothes were wrapped in bandages for a few steps, and at first glance he thought it was a mummy.

Zhao Yi withdrew his only intact left hand and subconsciously touched his face. Feeling a slight tingling sensation, he sighed lightly, and his voice was a little hoarse: "The practice is too much." ”

"Why don't you go for treatment, a healing spell is fine, what kind of bandage is wrapped!" Han Sheng said suspiciously.

Zhao Yi rolled his eyes, it was a little scary with his appearance, but what he said was full of helplessness: "It's cured, what about the sixth-level healing technique!" ”

Han Sheng was so shocked that he couldn't close his jaw, this didn't heal, what a serious injury! How can it be possible to practice this virtue, this kid must be a voyeur goddess who was caught taking a bath and hung up and beaten!