Once it becomes the chosen body, its affinity for magic is extremely terrifying, almost a part of the magic elements, such as the command of the arm, swaying freely, transforming all the magic elements between heaven and earth into spells, and the waste is very small, but this is still not the end of Wei Liang.

The numbers above the crystal ball flickered wildly.

Ninety-one percent!

Ninety-two percent!

Ninety-three percent!

Over time, every percentage point increase in conversion rate is difficult, and the higher the value becomes.

10 percent to 13 percent, it's still wastewood. But 90 percent to 93 percent is the genius of geniuses, the monster of monsters.

There was no other expression on their faces than horror. After the results of the first round of assessments were released, the vast majority of them were disheartened, thinking that this time it was in vain. Seeing this man's terrifying talent, they knew that this trip was not in vain, a round of sun was rising, and one day, the light that radiated would illuminate the whole of Montechi.

They don't know where the limits of this man are. Ninety-five percent? Ninety-six percent?

Even the King of Light in the past and the present, the magic conversion rate is only ninety-seven percent, but right now, this guy has reached ninety-three percent.

The distance between him and the King of Light was only four percent.

A few more magical elements were lit up.

The number on the crystal ball has been increased to 94 percent!

The whole room is filled with dense fluorescence, lighting up every inch of space. This place was originally enchanted with dark magic, and the light was dim, but now, it was even brighter than daytime.

The Magister's mouth was dry, and he looked at Wei Liang in surprise, with a hint of respect in his eyes. His identity is detached, looking at the whole Montchi, there are no more than 100 people who are qualified to be respected by him, although this man is weak at the moment, but his talent is too strong, once he grows up, it is unlimited.

The points of light increased again, and the whole room became brighter.

The number on the crystal ball jumped to 95 percent.

Deathly silence.

Everyone present could hear their own heartbeat.

Ninety-five percent magic conversion rate! Such a peerless freak, even if it is placed among the ** masters of the sky, is outstanding!

Then, the light dissipated, and Wei Liang took his hand away from the crystal ball.

The whole room went dark.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that everyone was fascinated, and asked blankly, "What's wrong?" ”

Zifei fish, the joy of Anzhi fish.

As an earthling, he didn't understand the concept of a magic conversion rate of up to 95 percent, nor did he know what the Firmament ** Master was, he just wanted to get a hundred Ziyao Magic Stones. It's like the aborigines of Montechi who don't understand what there is to brag about driving a Rolls-Royce, or what to be proud of when buying three houses in Beijing.

The Magister looked kind, like a kind elder, and asked gently, "Young man, what is your name?" ”

"William." He made up a random Western name, William with the same initials as Wei Liang.

"Excellency William, do you know how amazing your talent is?"

"Amazing?" Wei Liang was stunned and asked, "I passed?" ”

There was a good-natured laugh from the crowd.

Even the Magister couldn't help but laugh and said, "Of course, if you can't pass the level, then no one can pass it." ”

"That's good." Wei Liang was relieved, he really didn't have much confidence in magic, but the ending was not bad. He asked, "Am I admitted?" ”

Before that, his question represented ignorance and stupidity, but now the Magister has great patience, not to mention asking two questions, even if it is a hundred, it is fine, explaining: "There is another set of assessments, although that assessment is far less important than this, but it still represents a part of the talent, as long as you know guò, you are a student of St. Byron, even if you do not have guò, you will become a student of St. Byron." ”

Wei Liang is a person who cherishes time, and said, "Then let's start the test quickly." ”

"Okay." The Magister said, "The next thing to be tested is the ability to learn spells. Magical perception is important, but the premise is to match the spell, only the spell can exert the power of magic, if you can't learn the spell, no matter how good the talent is, it is useless. The good news is that people who have a good sense of magic will not be too bad at learning spells. ”

The Magister performed the doppelganger technique, and his body turned into a hundred and one, standing next to the crowd.

There was also a magister standing beside Wei Liang. He was amazed and asked, "How did you do that?" ”

The Magister smiled: "This is a fifth-level magic that can separate phantoms to confuse enemies, and in St. Byron it has a new use, it can be taught one-on-one, giving the students the best education." ”

"What am I going to do next?"

"All you have to do is to draw the magic seal you see." "The spell is divided into two parts: the sigil and the chant. There is no need to test the chanting, as long as the mental power is sufficient. But the sigil needs to be drawn by a magician so that it resonates with the elements of magic and thus transforms it into a spell. Most of the magic marks are complicated and difficult to understand, mortals don't say that they can be drawn in a short time, I am afraid that they will be dazzled at a glance, and they will be dizzy after staring at it for a long time, and only a few talented people can mark the magic marks. ”

Wei Liang nodded as if he didn't understand.

The Magister asked, "What level of mage are you?" ”

Wei Liang said: "I'm not a mage. ”

Naturally, the Magister didn't believe it, how could such a genius from the past and present be born for magic, so how could he not be a mage? He secretly tried it, but found that Wei Liang was really a mortal, not even a magic apprentice.

He was surprised and puzzled.

Wei Liang explained, "Before that, I had never been exposed to magic. ”

The Magister came to his senses and felt sorry for it. Such a genius should have become famous a long time ago, but he was unknown and always asked some low-level questions, which turned out to be unenlightened.

What kind of barren land is it that is not shrouded in the brilliance of magic?

In his eyes, Wei Liang was like a piece of jade covered with dust, and St. Byron was responsible for wiping away the dust and reproducing the splendor of the jade.

The higher the level of the spell, the more complex the sigil becomes, and some of the difficult ones cannot be remembered even after years of copying. Considering that Wei Liang had no experience, the Magister first came up with a first-level spell for him to test.

Wei Liang looked at the six-pointed star on the drawing and asked, "What is this?" ”

The Magister said, "This is the magic seal, all you have to do is draw it as it is." ”

Wei Liang observed for a moment and gained confidence. Although the magic sigil is complicated, he has an excellent memory, and he should be able to write it down.

"Do you have paper and pen?"

"What do you want to do with those?"

"Draw the Magic Seal."

The Magister chuckled and said, "The magic sigil is drawn with a wand. ”

Only after saying this sentence did he realize that Wei Liang did not have a magic wand.