The Fire Trap was originally an illumination technique, but due to Alice's talent, she transformed it into a first-level attack spell.

Wei Liang's talent is amazing, and the spell that comes out of his mouth is more than three times more powerful, that is, the destructive power is equivalent to a second-level spell. Of the nearly 100 people who came to the assessment, some of them were masters, but most of them were very weak, how could they withstand the wrath of the second-level spell?

It is no exaggeration to say that his recklessness already involved intentional homicide. Fortunately, the Magister reacted quickly and quickly extinguished the flames, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable.

The magister was angry, glared at Wei Liang, and subconsciously wanted to scold, but the words came to his lips but he couldn't say them. It won't take long for such an amazing genius to grow into an incredible Cheng dù, and only a stupid pig would have a bad relationship with him. What's more, those who don't know are not guilty.

The Magister figured this out, put on a kind smile and admonished, "Young man, don't be so impulsive, magic is not child's play, and if you start it rashly, it will hurt others. ”

The people present were not angry, not because they were good-tempered, but because they were shocked and couldn't care about being angry at all. Everyone could see that Wei Liang was chanting a first-level spell, but the power was comparable to a second-level spell! You must know that every time the spell is raised by one level, the destructive power is a qualitative leap, even the best talent can't skip the level to fight, but now this guy has done it hard.

No one was more surprised than Alice, who had created the Fire Technique in the first place, and naturally knew its power best. Before this, she had never imagined that the Fire Induction Technique could be so vast and majestic, this was no longer as simple as being blue, but it had changed the nature of magic, and there were few people in the world who could do this.

She stared at Wei Liang blankly, as if she had only really known this mysterious man from this moment.

Wei Liang's mind was dizzy, as if he was drunk, he realized that he had made a mistake, and he wanted to apologize, but when the words came to his mouth, he blurred, as if he was whispering in his sleep, and everything in front of him became so hazy.

The words of the Magister came faintly in his ears: "Any magic spell needs a huge amount of spiritual power support, you have not cultivated spiritual power, and it is reasonable to be weak, don't worry, just get some sleep." ”

In normal times, Wei Liang would definitely have fallen asleep, but now he can't sleep. Once he closes his eyes, God knows how long he will sleep, and if he exceeds the three-day time limit, he will be wiped out, and he doesn't want to die so aggrieved.

Even if you rest, you have to pay off your debts.

He looked at the Magister and said weakly, "Have I passed the assessment?" ”

"Regarding the results, St. Byron will announce the list in three days. You're so talented, you're sure you'll be able to get by. ”

Wei Liang grinned and said, "Can you give me the Ziyao Magic Stone first?" ”

The Magister couldn't laugh or cry. He was really curious, what was the reason for this genius's almost stubborn request for the Purple Magic Stone? Although that kind of stone has some use, but more precious magical materials abound, with the talent of the other party, what do you want to enter St. Byron?

It stands to reason that this matter has nothing to do with the Magister, he is only responsible for the assessment, and as for the rewards, there will be special personnel to distribute them. But Wei Liang is not an ordinary student, but a future Firmament ** Master, and the Magister almost didn't hesitate, so he took out his private collection.

He is very skilled, he doesn't need this kind of stone anymore, and he doesn't save much, there are only more than fifty pieces in the storage ring, all of which are given to Wei Liang.

Wei Liang is not polite, all the money in the pocket, these stones have been able to pay off the arrears, the so-called debt-free body is light, this is true.

No matter where you are, genius is welcome, because genius has value, and investment is human nature. In an instant, one voice after another sounded.

"Dear William, if you need the Purple Magic Stone, I have some here."

"I have thirty-seven pieces, and Hebrew will always be your most faithful friend."

"Ha, you poor boys, are you embarrassed to show off these few Purple Magic Stones? William, I have two hundred Philosopher's Stones here, all for you! If it's not enough, follow me back to the family to get it, as much as you want! ”

These clever people rushed to pile up the magic stone in front of Wei Liang, and they looked eager, like a reporter intercepting a big star.

Wei Liang looked at the hill-like pile of magic stones in front of him, dumbfounded.

There is nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get them.

It's really rich.

"Thank you, dear friend, thank you."

He smiled and thanked him, and put all the Purple Magic Stones into his storage bag, while silently calling for Taling.

"Taling, I'll exchange some scarlet coins first."

"Yes." Taling replied.

In an instant, the Purple Magic Stone in his storage bag disappeared, and in its place, there were four thousand more Crimson Coins in his account.

Wei Liang looked at the string of cute numbers, and his smile was a little thicker.

That's four thousand Crimson Coins, more than the reward for completing a Game of Death!

No, it should be four thousand five, because I already owe five hundred, so the balance will be shown as four thousand.

This crooked hit is really a big bargain.

He also wanted to be deceived a little more, but his mental strength was so bad that he fainted when his head was crooked.

I slept soundly, as if I had gone back to my childhood, lying in a hammock in the woods, enjoying the afternoon sun and listening to the birds singing.

I don't know how long later, he woke up and looked around, this is a spacious room, full of strong Western architectural style, although not gorgeous, but very charming, finely carved tables and chairs, unique oil paintings, and short poems engraved on the walls, all exude a strong artistic atmosphere.

It is worthy of St. Byron, with a depth of 8,000 years, which is far from being comparable to the nouveau riche.

Wei Liang got out of bed and pushed the door out. One magician after another appeared before my eyes, the older one in thirty or forty years old, the younger eleven or twelve, and their faces were full of confidence and optimism, which was a quality peculiar to genius. Fate and character shape each other, influence each other, people are confident because of outstanding, successful because of self-confidence, in turn, the fruits of success will make people more confident, more outstanding, this is a virtuous circle. But all those who join St. Byron are the lucky ones in a million, and the future is bright, and the whole of Montch belongs to the aristocratic class, and of course there is self-confidence in the capital.

Now, Wei Liang is also a nobleman.

He doesn't care about these imaginary things, real interests are the key, such as the Ziyao Magic Stone. He is a smart man, although he does not understand the world, but he has understood from the attitude of others that he is an unborn genius, this status can be put to good use, and he can even start a company in Montechi, if it works well, the Philosopher's Stone will be inexhaustible.

It's nothing short of cheating.

But then again, there are loopholes in any rule, and the law is no exception, and if there are no loopholes, what is the lawyer to do.

Wei Liang was very pleased.

When God closes a door for you, he will definitely open a window, and this sentence is not chicken soup for the soul, but it has really been fulfilled in him. In terms of Taoism, he is a mud that can't support the wall, he has a powerful teaching like Yin Wuya, and he also takes fox fairy saliva to be able to practice the second-grade Taoism, and it is a shame to spread it. But in magic, he has an amazing talent, just a small test, he was shocked, Wei Liang still remembers everyone's eyes, as if looking at a rare giant panda.

Before that, he had been worried about his future, and if he wanted to become a peerless powerhouse, he had to have a unique way. For example, Fandi took the route of science and technology, Yin Wuya took the route of magic cultivation, and the magician opened up another unknown path. He often asked himself, "What is my word?"

Demon?

No, the power of the demon comes from Nero in "Devil May Cry 4", which is a low-level plane, even if it is strengthened to the extreme, the achievement will not be too high, and the first few layers can still make waves, and the further back it goes, the more chicken it is.

A body of steel?

It's even more nonsense, the weak chickens in Marvel can't even handle the earthlings, how to compete with Fandy?

He originally wanted to take the Xiuzhen route, but his talent was too poor and he had no choice but to give up. But with Montech's party, he saw the light.

Montech is definitely a higher plane, there is no doubt about it, and the hint can be seen in the intensity of magic. He has seen a real dragon, with intuition, it is definitely not weaker than the demon lord, and he has also seen a white-bearded old man, who can actually break through the barriers of the world, this qiē is a qiē, all of which prove that magic has a great future.

Luckily, he's a magical genius.

Ninety-five percent magic conversion rate? That's not his limit. It was only because he didn't understand the importance of testing that he had a game mentality and let it go in advance.

St. Byron was huge, and he walked around without hurrying. Like Kyushu, the world is clean, with no smog, no pollution, no hustle and bustle, no advertisers.

"Hey, friend, are you new here?" A handsome blonde man, tall and strong, looked at him curiously.

"Yes."

"Nice to meet you, my name is Galen."

"Good name, long live Demacia."

"What did you say?"

"I mean, your name is cool."

"Thank you."

"What do you call it?"

"Call me William."

"William, you have produced a peerless genius this time, have you heard of it?" Galen said with great interest: "It is said that his magic conversion rate is as high as ninety-five percent, and this news is like a magic cannonball, detonating the entire Famagus, and it is still spreading rapidly, and it will soon affect the whole of Montchi. ”

Wei Liang knew that he was outstanding, and he never thought that such an exaggeration would be able to reach the level of "affecting the whole of Montechi".

"St. Byron has not had a good time in the last hundred years, and the limelight has been overshadowed by Gulota and Gandal, and this genius is like a shot in the arm, which makes the academy burst with vitality and brilliance again, and those tutors are overjoyed."

Wei Liang shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "It turns out that he has such a great charm. ”

"By the way, I heard that he has long black hair and may be a descendant of the Night Elves. That beautiful creature disappeared a long time ago, but I didn't expect the bloodline to be preserved. ”

"No, you guessed wrong." Wei Liang argued, "He has nothing to do with the Night Elves. ”

"Whatever, I'd love to meet this guy, if you know, you might as well introduce me."

Wei Liang pondered for a moment and said, "I'm sorry, I don't know him. ”

Before he could finish speaking, a gust of wind struck, lifting his magic hat.

Galen inadvertently caught a glimpse of his hair, which turned out to be a unique black color. He was stunned, and then burst into surprise.