Gabriel and Alice were surprised, they didn't expect the person who came to be Wei Liang, his outfit changed greatly, he looked a little strange, did he also want to join St. Byron? It should be, after all, if you kill someone, you will be wanted for the rest of your life, and only St. Byron is a powerful refuge.

The rest of the magicians were very puzzled by Wei Liang's words, once he became a member of St. Byron, there were countless flowers and honors, how could this short-sighted person only see the Purple Magic Stone? In fact, among the various benefits, the Purple Magic Stone is the most insignificant.

The Magister said solemnly: "If you only participate in this assessment for the Philosopher's Stone, I advise you to leave immediately, this is an insult to St. Byron." ”

When Wei Liang heard this, he was finally sure that he would reward the Philosopher's Stone. One hundred Philosopher's Stones, enough to exchange for a thousand Crimson Coins. He didn't care about honor, he didn't care about magic, but he cared a lot about Crimson Coins.

He decided to try, and although there was a high probability of failure, what if he succeeded?

It's a lot easier than robbery.

"Don't get me wrong, teacher, for me, magic is the only thing." Wei Liang smiled lightly: "Next, what should I do?" ”

Those who don't know are not afraid, he didn't have much awe of this big man, but was plain and natural, just like facing an ordinary high school teacher. If he knew what the word "Magister" meant, he would be much more respectful.

The magicians laughed, even the waste wood from the countryside knew how to test, was this man an idiot?

The Magister's eyes were slightly cold, and out of responsibility, he still gave the answer: "Put your hand on the crystal ball." ”

Wei Liang did so and asked, "And then?" ”

The magister was expressionless, but he secretly made up his mind, as long as this idiot didn't reach the standard of fifty percent, he didn't have to participate in the next level of assessment, and let him get out of here.

Time passed, and there was not a single light in the room.

Wei Liang touched the crystal ball, his eyes dazed.

Everyone was amazed by his talent, could this be another magical insulator with zero conversion?

Gabriel looked sad and prayed for him.

Alice saw the clue. Unlike Gabriel, she always knew that Wei Liang was not a magician and knew nothing about magic. Maybe it's time to remind him.

She whispered, "My lord, open your heart and feel the magical elements around you. ”

The Magister glanced at Alice faintly, but did not speak.

Wei Liang listened to the clouds and began to try that feeling, but he didn't have a clue.

Time flies, and a minute passes in the blink of an eye.

The Magister's indifferent voice came, "Magic conversion rate, zero." ”

The crowd was amazed and discussed.

Gabriel was very sad and couldn't figure it out, the other party was a strong man who came out of the Black Forest, how could the magic conversion rate be zero?

Wei Liang stroked the crystal ball with one hand, his eyes slightly closed, immersed in it and unable to extricate himself.

The Magister said, "The test is over, and you can go." ”

Wei Liang was silent, and he forgot about things.

The Magister frowned, his majesty revealed, and since he didn't go by himself, he had to invite him out.

The staff is raised, and the spell is ready to be unleashed. This is an instantaneous fourth-level spell, and once cast, the opponent will fly hundreds of miles and fall into the unknowable.

"Wait." Wei Liang closed his eyes, with a smile on his face, and said, "I understand what to do." ”

"Sorry, it's time." The magister shook his head indifferently, the person who was assessed was like a carp crossing the river, and he did not expect anything from this loose magician. Besides, even if he is late, he still has Ziyao Magic Stone when he opens his mouth and closes his mouth, and this kind of person is not qualified to overtime.

At the moment when the spell was swallowed, the Magister caught a glimpse of a little bit of crystal, which was a magical element that had been lit up.

The crystal ball shines brightly, and in an instant, the conversion rate exceeds 50%.

The crowd let out a low shout, and after Allen, another person succeeded. This seemingly nondescript black-haired man turned out to be a fiercely hidden man. What's even more terrifying is that in the test of ordinary people, the conversion rate has increased little by little, but his speed has skyrocketed, from zero to the present in an instant.

In other words, this person still has the potential to improve.

The Magister was surprised, and retracted the spell, and his attitude towards Wei Liang changed slightly. People who are incompetent and casual are not pleasing everywhere they go, and if there are still two brushes, it is a different matter.

The light spots lit up one after another, and the conversion rate broke through to 60%.

Alice was shocked, thinking that Wei Liang didn't know anything about magic, but she didn't expect that he was a genius.

Everyone looked stern and put away their contemptuous posture. A 60 percent conversion rate is exceptional and deserves respect wherever it is placed.

Wei Liang closed his eyes, his expression was wonderful, sometimes frowning, sometimes smiling, immersed in the sea of magic. Although he couldn't see it, he could perceive that the grains of magical elements, like the sand of the beach, densely filled with this world, contained majestic power.

It turns out that this is the power of magic, which is very different from the true element, but it is no less terrifying.

The speed at which the light lit up skyrocketed again, and in the next moment, it had already exceeded 70%.

The crowd let out a low shout, breaking through 70 percent, which means that the most important hurdle has been crossed, as long as there is no accident, he will definitely become a magister.

Is another genius about to rise?

The Magister-sama put away his cold posture and his expression became solemn. A genius like this, even St. Byron had to pay attention.

Alan looked at the dark-haired man with interest, and so far, this was the only one who could get into his eyes. He observed the other man's expression, his brow furrowed, his face puzzled, as if he was trapped somewhere. Alan understands that what is holding him back is the bottleneck, the bottleneck of talent. If nothing else, seventy percent is the limit for this man.

Sure enough, the speed at which the light lit up slowed down considerably, and it was almost exhausted, and finally stopped at 72 percent.

Everyone has a scale in their hearts, secretly judging themselves, the black-haired man is very powerful, but he is a little worse than Allen, not to mention, he is much older than Allen, in terms of potential alone, there is still a little gap between the two.

Magisters also think so, a genius like Allen will be cultivated as a seed player. As for this magician, the treatment may be worse, but he will also focus on taking care of it.

Wei Liang stroked the crystal ball, stunned, and still had no intention of stopping. But in the eyes of many, the test is over.

The Magister was very patient, looked at Wei Liang quietly, and did not disturb, but gave the magical genius a lot of respect. Not everyone can be respected by the Magister, but Wei Liang has earned it with his own talent.

Everyone waited quietly, even though they thought there was no point in spending it any longer.

After a minute, the Magister ran out of patience and was ready to wake up the guy.

The corners of Wei Liang's mouth suddenly outlined a trace of arc, as if he was enlightened and detached.

The light skyrocketed again, breaking through 80 percent!

The Magister's pupils shrank suddenly.

This young man's potential is so amazing that once he exceeds the eighty percent line, he is qualified to become an archmage! Looking at the entire human race, the number of archmages is no more than twenty! Even in a holy place like St. Byron, the Grand Magus is still one of the few terrifying beings.

The crowd exploded.

"Oh my God, the conversion rate is 80 percent, it's incredible!"

"This kind of monster hasn't appeared in nearly a hundred years, right?"

"That's right, the last person who exceeded 80 percent was a hundred and twenty years ago, and now, that madman has attained the position of the Grand Magister and received the black Glory Badge carved by the King of Light himself."

Alan was dumbfounded, and there was no longer the same indifference as before. In Wei Weiluo, he is known as an unborn genius, this line is bound to win, he will be able to astonish the four and become the focus of attention, never thought that there would be a more brilliant person, completely buried his brilliance.

Wei Liang still hasn't reached the limit.

The points of light continued to flicker, and the originally dull space was as bright as day.

The numbers on the crystal ball are growing like crazy.

Eighty-five percent, eighty-seven percent, eighty-nine percent!

At this point, there was finally a brief pause.

Everyone held their breath, and they could hear a needle dropped quietly, and the shocked expression was like looking at a miracle.

Eighty-nine percent, what is this concept?

In other words, this talented guy, as long as he takes a small step forward to reach 90 percent, he is the chosen body. As the name suggests, the Chosen Body, the most suitable person to practice magic!

Throughout the ages, this kind of physique has been extremely rare and rare. Only the Chosen Body can impact the ultimate realm of magic-the Firmament ** Master!

In Montechi, the Firmament Master is no longer a title, but a belief, a symbol. Although the Firmament ** Master is also a magician, from a certain point of view, it is completely beyond the scope of magic, almost half a god.

Gabriel didn't know what height Wei Liang had reached, but he just stared blankly, seeing that everyone was stupid, and secretly proud of the magician.

Alice understood the meaning of this qiē, and the bits and pieces of being with Wei Liang came to mind, like a dream. At first, Wei Liang mentioned a qiē in the Black Forest, and she thought it was bragging, but now it seems that she is the most ignorant person.

She was both remorseful and honored.

It's a pity that Wei Liang doesn't seem to be able to take the last step.

The crowd waited patiently for three minutes, but not a single magical element lit up.

It seems to end here.

Everyone was unwilling, although they were not Wei Liang, but they were substituted into this role, just thinking that he could go one step further and create a miracle that happened once in a thousand years.

Even the Magister, holding his breath, was so careful in his every move, for fear of disturbing this test.

Wei Liang was immersed in the magical world, forgetting about things and himself, completely unaware of what was happening in the outside world.

Five minutes later, everyone came back to their senses from the shock and whispered with a deep regret on their faces, and only a little bit later, the man succeeded.

Even Allen went from jealousy and hostility at the beginning to chagrin. Why didn't this damn man try harder? Grit your teeth, maybe you can prove the chosen body. The Firmament ** Division is the sword of mankind, whether a race is strong or not depends not on the number of people. Ants are numerous, but they are not at the bottom of the food chain? This is similar to the power-law distribution, and it is often a small group of powerful individuals who influence the situation of the war, such as the Firmament ** Division, such as the Golden Beamon, and the Divine Dragon.

Every time the human race has an additional Sky ** Master, the deterrence against the alien race will be stronger, and the heel of Montech will be more stable.

It's a pity that this man seems to have reached his limits.

The Magister pressed his index finger to his lips and motioned for everyone to be quiet, until the last moment, no one could be sure if there was a miracle to come.

At this moment, Wei Liang frowned, his face distorted, as if in pain.

The crowd followed him and became nervous.

The Magister hurriedly cast a spell, and a holy white light erupted from his wand and poured into Wei Liang's body.

Nourished by the Holy Light, his feelings calmed down.

Another small magical element lit up.

It is small, inconspicuous, and almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

But everyone saw it because they were incredibly focused.

Ninety percent!

That man, once again, broke through and became the real chosen body!

However, this is not the end of the story.

As if there was a chain reaction, one point of light after another lit up, and the entire room was shrouded in blazing magical elements, which was sacred and abnormal.

Everyone stared at the man at the center of the magical element in shock, witnessing this great moment together, and imprinting it in their minds for the rest of their lives.